File 2: Blackmailing the Billionaire (1)

Chapter One -

POV: Charis

I had a Billionaire's BDSM dungeon photos.

And after a vague message I left for him, here I was, now standing in front of his 17,200-square-foot mansion gate, with really tall iron bars that rang a warning bell in my head.

But I shook it off.

I was going to go through with this.

It started three days ago when I got the freelance gig to update the security software on his private laptop.

As a broke IT tech scraping by on gig work, I jumped at the chance. While digging through old directories to optimize the drive, I cracked an encrypted folder hidden behind layers of false partitions.

And there they were.

Crystal clear shots of him in a soundproof room lined with leather restraints, whips, and chains, while his body commanded bound figures in ways that made my pulse race despite myself.

I had quickly copied the photos before I could think better of it and sent him a vague email, hinting at my findings while waiting for his response with a pounding heart.

His email came that same night:

Come to the estate.

We need to discuss your findings.

He didn't send any threats. He sent just an address and a time.

It should've been a red flag…suspicious even but I had told myself this was my shot at real money.

Blackmail the billionaire who owned half the city? Easy.

I would demand enough to clear my debts and vanish without a single trace. Simple.

The gate buzzed open before I could knock and a man dressed in black suit ushered me in.

He walked ahead and I followed closely behind, eyes taking in the glorious architecture of the symmetrical ultra-luxury waterfront mansion that was framed by tall palm trees and lush tropical greenery.

There were also numerous men standing at different attention all around the mansion.

My heart hammered as I stepped into the marble foyer, clutching my bag with the USB like a shield.

The man putting on a black suit opened the door and I stumbled in, jaw dropping at the interior that I almost ran into someone.

I looked up only to find him… Lysander Demetrio….standing there like he had been waiting for me all these while.

A small smile almost crept up my lips at the thought that he must've been so disturbed about my findings and so impatient he couldn't wait to keep the whole thing from getting out.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had eyes like cold steel. He was putting on a tailored suit, looking all clean and crisp when he hid shadows behind that appearance.

I quickly composed myself.

“Charis”. I ignored the way my name rolled off his tongue smoothly. “Follow me”.

The entrance door shut heavily behind me making me jump while Mr. Demetrio…Billionaire Lysander Demetrio…walked away.

My chest rose and fell rapidly as I followed him up the stairs, not sure where he was taking me to.

Paintings hung from the point we started climbing the stairs to the moment we reached the door. He pushed it open and walked it, leaving it an open invite for me.

With a heaved breath and a reassuring nod to myself, I walked in and instantly, the smell of expensive leather caught me. I looked around, eyes scanning the bookshelves that towered over a massive oak desk.

The door closed with a soft click that echoed, bringing me back to the moment and I spun around immediately to face him.

He looked at me from head to toe like he was assessing me.

“You think you can threaten me with those photos?”. He said in a low, dangerous voice.

I opened my mouth to speak but no word came out so I closed it again.

Shit.

He started stepping closer and I took steps backward, my heart hammering so hard I was scared it would fly right out of my chest.

Where was all the courage I had summoned and everything I practiced, repeating to myself like a mantra?

No no no

Charis Woodrow, think.

But nothing came until I was crowded against his massive desk.

My eyes kept darting between his dark eyes, my heart a beating drum.

“Mr—”. I cleared my throat. “Mr. Demetrio…let's —let’s talk about —”.

“Did you really think I invited you over to…talk?”. He interrupted, arching a brow with an amused smile on his lips.

My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to speak but my breath caught as his hand shot out, fingers hooking the neckline of my thin dress

“Mr. Demetrio…what are you—”.

Tear.

One sharp yank and the fabric tore down the front and cool air hit my bare skin instantly. My nipples tightened under my lace bra. I quickly covered myself.

“Want to see real proof?”. He growled, spinning me around and bending me over the polished wood. I struggled to get up but he pressed my cheek against the cool surface, holding me in place.

My ass was up and my dress was hanging in shreds around my waist. He kicked my legs apart, and then I heard his zipper.

“No—”. I choked, using all my strength to push back and get up but to no avail. He had one hand restraining both my wrists behind my back and pressing his weight down on me just enough for me not to move.

The blunt head of his cock nudged my already shamefully slick entrance. I had come here to control him, but now the narrative had changed. Instead, heat flooded between my thighs and my body betrayed every plan.

“Mr. Demetrio—”. I choked. “Please, no. Please don't fuck— Ahhhh!!”.

He thrust in hard, burying himself balls deep inside of my pussy.

I gasped. “No, please, no…”. I protested but my walls clenched around his thick length.

“Fuck! You're so tight”. He rasped, leaning down against my back, the angle taking him deeper. “Say yes, or I'll make sure you're silent permanently”.

Each word was punctuated by another deep drive.

“Ohhhhhhh…..Tssss. Uhhh…”. I moaned as his hips snapped against my ass continuously, the slap of skin filling the room, while my hips hit the wood with force each time.

Slap. squelch. Thwack. Squelch. Slap.

“Ohhhh fuck, you're too big, too deep”. I cried, fingers scrabbling at the edge of the desk, I didn't even realize when he had let go of my hands.

Unwanted pleasure spiked sharply through me. My clit throbbed with every punishing stroke.

Fuck.

I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this.

“You came to ruin me, but look at you—dripping down my cock like a desperate little slut”.

“Mmm….”. I moaned involuntarily at his words, my body jolting forward against the polished wood with each force from his drive.

“Take it you slut. You dare blackmail me? I am Lysander Demetrio. Remember that”.

“Ahhhh….”. I moaned, the sound was raw and broken. “I…I just wanted—”. Another thrust cut me off, hitting that spot inside that made my knees buck.

My legs shook and my wetness coated us both, the scent of sex and our sweat slicked bodies filling the air.

He leaned over me, his chest to my back while his breath was hot on my neck. “You're mine now. Those photos? They'll destroy you first if you breathe a word”.

Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me until just my hands were on the table, gripping the surface for dear life.

His hand slid under me, fingers pinching my nipples hard enough, it drew a cry from me.

“Lysander…”. I arched, pushing back onto him despite the threats, and despite the emotional weight of losing control that crashed over me like a wave.

Fear was mixed with raw need and my mind spun as he fucked me faster, each snap of his hips a reminder that the power had flipped.

“Oh my—fuck. Ohhh fuck! Shit. Fuck me”. I was a moaning mess. Worse of all, I was too wet, too lost in the stretch and burn of his cock and the building tension I couldn't form any coherent words.

Even the “yes” he was asking for, my body answered instead. I clenched tight around him as I teetered on the edge. I was desperate for release but terrified of what came after.

He suddenly slowed just enough to whisper against my ear while fondling my breasts with one hand and holding my hip with the other.

“Fight it all you want. Your cunt tells me everything”.

The desk creaked under us and my torn dress continued brushing my thighs with every movement.

“Uhhhh….Tsssss. Mmm. Tsssss…”. I kept moaning. I was so close.

I had walked in ready to blackmail him but now that I was bent over his desk receiving the best cock I'd ever had, I questioned if truly, this was a part of the reasons I decided to come here all along.

Maybe I had been curious and wanted an experience?

The leash I had meant to put on him was now around my own neck.

And the funny part, I loved it.

What the actual fuck?