Anal Blackmail Novels & Stories

It's as if the shimmer is an unspoken challenge daring me to learn if he lives up to my fantasies and his reputation. I clear my throat. "Mr. Willis." He doesn't correct me, and since he called me Miss Jones, I surmise we are being professional for the sake of the others in the office. Of course, I've told Shana all about the deal I proposed to Duncan; however, I didn't tell any of my coworkers. It hardly seemed appropriate lunchroom talk. "So guess what I did today? Wrong. I blackmailed Mr. Willis into being my plus-one for a wedding in a podunk town in Indiana. Nope. Really. Well, he agreed because I caught him in a compromising situation that I didn't report. Oh, and we'll be sharing a be

He got a hint that my intentions were to seduce him. I placed my hands on his shirt button and looked straight into his eyes. I whispered in a soft tone “loving the hot and sexy man on earth” I opened up his shirt and his bare chest was exposed. I moved my hand on his chest. My physical contact passed a sensation in his body. I then moved my hands down towards his waist. He stopped me by holding my hand “Stop it Ahana..” he yelled. He pushed me to the bed and stood up. He endeavoured to button his shirt but I held his shirt and consummately abstracted it from his upper body. He was shocked by this move of mine. He looked at me and I smiled mischievously.

"Then that voicemail goes to everyone you know. Your boss. Your parents. Every contact in your phone. By tonight, the whole world will know that sweet little Bree Nakamura is a desperate slut who begs older men to treat her like a fucktoy." "That's... that's blackmail." "That's leverage." He shrugs, casual, like he's discussing the weather instead of destroying my life. "Your choice, Bree. Play along, and this stays between us. Refuse, and..." He trails off, letting the implication hang in the air. I'm shaking. From fear, from humiliation, from the sick, twisted arousal pooling between my thighs despite everything. Because here's the fucked-up truth: some dark, shameful part of me is thrille

Last night in the media room, when he held her tighter, slimmer waist, he couldn’t stop imagining how stunning she’d look on stage today… And now Dale was testing the last of his patience. Finally, Dale opened her mouth. “That person has something on me. They've been blackmailing me into doing their bidding. I’ve never met them—I don’t even know who they are.” Kendrick tapped his fingers on his knee, studying her. “I swear it’s true! I’m sure you’ve looked into me—you must already know about my past. That person has all my dirt. If I don’t obey, I lose everything.”

Anna warned angrily while pointing the finger “Will you blackmail me now, Albert?” “You‍ think I'm doing that?” He looked at her face questionably. ‘I paid to spend tonight with you, I didn't bring you here for free, and anyway, you're a call girl to me now, so instead of ruining my mood, do whatever you're here for. Have you understood?" He was about to untie the knots tied to Anna's shoulder, but she resisted. However, Albert was not paying attention to any resistance from Anna. He followed Anna around her life and untied her neck knots.

The phone rang and Alan's deep voice answered. "Hello love, missing me already." "Alan, you need to stop playing tricks on me, bring down that article or else..." Alan's laughter boomed through the phone, making Elena's heart sink."Come on, love you already signed them and we got caught. I will settle you for taking the fall." Elena's grip on the phone tightened."How dare you? After ruining my life, with your useless mistress. You still blackmailed me". Alan's chuckles continued, mocking and annoying."Take the fall, Elena."

While he was focused on that, I made sure to get my ducks in a row. With the knowledge that Anders had been the one blackmailing Johan, I knew he would be a problem at the gala. If he hadn't realized I'd been made yet. I'd have to double check that. Anders was one of the biggest dicks in the whole organization. Petty and brutal, he liked to think any of the flesh slaves were his to do with as he pleased. He wasn't very high in the tiers, but he certainly took advantage like he was.

"Ethan, what's your game?" "Just a little something to make you play nice, Miss King. You shouldn't have pushed my buttons," Ethan replied. The men were right in front of Helma now, reaching out to grab her. Helma gritted her teeth, glaring at the blue liquid in the syringe. She did not know what it was, but she was sure it was bad news! "Ethan! If you go through with this, I swear I'll—" "Stop treating Alan, right?" Ethan's sneer was as cold as his looks. "You can't play the card too many times. You think you can keep blackmailing me with the same threat? You've only got yourself to blame."

And it sure as hell wasn’t her first rodeo. You could hear a pin drop. Every head in the room slowly turned to her, their expressions caught between shock, disgust, and morbid curiosity. Anna looked like she’d just seen a ghost. “How the hell do you have that video?!” she shrieked, face pale, lips trembling. I smirked, flicking toward Lilith. “Take a wild guess.” In my last life, Lilith had used that exact video to blackmail Anna—turned her into a loyal lapdog with one clip. She weaponized secrets like knives.

“They won’t. This kind of move is about control. Psychological leverage.” “Well, it’s working,” she muttered. “I’ve been looking over my shoulder all day.” He turned around and leaned against the desk, sipping his whiskey. “Then stop looking.” Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” “They want you scared, Ava. They want you to panic. That’s how blackmail works.” “You think I don’t know that?” she snapped. “I’m the one whose face will be plastered all over the tabloids. ‘Social climber marries billionaire in secret deal.’ People will tear me apart.”