Blackmail Novelas e Histórias

I hated this—the feeling of being watched, of being manipulated. ‎ ‎A figure emerged from the darkness, their face obscured by a hood. I recognized the voice immediately—cold, mocking, and dripping with malice. ‎ ‎“You came, you're not really smart, are you?” the blackmailer said, their tone almost amused. “I was starting to think you’d grown a spine.” ‎ ‎I took a step forward, my jaw tight. “What do you want from me? I told you I don’t have the money.” ‎

Ravyn corrected, "that's negotiation. Blackmail would be if I threatened to tell people about all the ways you've been mistreating me since I came home. About the basement room, the separate meals, the way you parade me around at parties like a performing monkey and then act shocked when I don't behave exactly as you want." She took another step forward, her voice dropping lower. "Blackmail would be if I pointed out that I've been keeping a detailed record of every interaction, every slight, every example of emotional abuse since I arrived. Blackmail would be if I mentioned that there are people w

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees “Now listen carefully.Monique believes she has leverage. She thinks those files can scare you into silence. What she doesn’t realize is that by sending them,she just committed a bigger crime.” I frowned.”How?. “Blackmail.Forgery.identity manipulation. Digital impersonation, And that voice note? He gave a short laugh, “ whoever did that didn’t do a good job at all, no real editor makes it that obvious.” I sighed feeling a little relieved. “So what do we do?”

"I need to know, now." "I can't believe you blackmailed me without understanding it's concept. Let me enlighten you with it's details." He said and turned towards her. " When you blackmail a person with something, you don't give in until the person completes the assigned task. If you give them what they want, then how can you be sure that they'll complete their task? So, it's always best practice to give it after they finish the task." He spoke as if he was telling a story. " And what's my task?" Anya asked through gritted teeth.

“ No! “ I exclaim. “ Fine then, prison it is for you. “ He says in a cheery tone, knowing he has me trapped. If only I didn’t blackmail him for money. He sits back on his chair and starts doing his work, looking at his screen whereas I just sit there, cuffed thinking about my future. Do it for Tim, Emma. Just close your eyes and say it. “ Fine, I… I’ll do it. I’ll be your mistress. “ I whisper, my voice barely audible but he hears me. “ Sweet, sign here then. “ He mutters, taking out a bundle of paper. He had it planned since the night I blackmailed him, didn’t he?

“ Now, hang on there. I said I would delete it from my phone. I never talked about getting rid of other copies I had made and stored.” “ Is that fair and just of you?” I snapped. He went smug and lazily got up to his feet. “ All is fair in love and war.” He declared, and added. “ I can't wait for him to see it. It could enhance your sex life with him…if only I wasn't involved.” Everything took a painful turn before my eyes. I shut my eyes and retracted my steps, going upstairs. “ I can't keep up with this.” I told myself. On one side is his father's arrogance. On the other, is his blackmail. And between that space is the fact that Declan Mount lurks in the sha

“What about tomorrow? Next year? He’ll own us forever. He’ll always come back for more.” “She’s right,” my mother stated. “Blackmail is a chain with no end. You pay once, you are a slave.” “Then we find him and take it from him,” I said, the primitive part of my brain craving a violent solution. “Before five.” “He’s expecting that,” Marcus countered. “He’s a ghost. He’ll have the recording backed up in a dozen encrypted dead-man switches. If he doesn’t check in by a certain time, it auto-releases. Taking him physically could trigger the very thing we’re trying to prevent.”

“Then you let it go far enough. A kiss. His hand on your waist. Maybe lower. Just enough to get clear footage. The second it crosses the line you want, you pull back. Scream if you have to. ‘I’m not interested. Stop.’ Then you show him the camera feed on your phone. Tell him you recorded everything. That you’re done playing games. That unless he changes the F to at least a B, or better, an A, you’ll make sure the whole department, his fiancée, the dean, and everyone see exactly what kind of man he is.” My stomach flipped. “Blackmail.” “Survival,” she corrected. “He started this when he failed you out of spite. We’re just finishing it.” I stared at the ceiling,

“Every night you’ll stay late. Every hole will belong to me and if you’re very good, I might even let you keep your job… and your secrets.” I looked up at him, still leaking his cum, my body trembling with aftershocks, and whispered the only truth left in me. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.” The blackmail had become something far more dangerous. I was completely, willingly and wickedly ruined.

“But this ends soon. I’m going to find this bastard and make him regret ever laying eyes on what’s mine.” Raven whimpered weakly, her swollen pussy still fluttering around his cock. Her phone buzzed one final time. Unknown Number: “Good choice. I expect the video by midnight tomorrow. And Raven… smile for the camera when you tell him you love carrying your stepbrother’s baby.” Damien’s grip on her throat tightened again as pure violence rolled off him in waves. The blackmailer wasn’t just after money anymore. He was getting bolder. Hungrier. And Damien’s obsession was turning into something far more dangerous than simple possession.