Blackmail Novels & Stories

He has accepted me for who I am but that may change when he finds out I can make a man orgasm with my feet. “Is that why Derrick is mad at you?” “No, Derrick has no idea, but I slammed the door in his face earlier because he grabbed a new blackmail envelope from my door and I was afraid he would read it!” Daniel gasps louder, “Oh, my god, Audrey! What does the blackmailer want?” I sigh, “Money…” I say softly. “Money? But you don’t have any.” I take a big gulp of my drink, “I have some. I earn a wage at my job.”

It was mortgaged to the bank. - Interesting. Send it to me. - Already done. - Great, Harry. He then ended the call and went to his G***l inbox where he already saw the file... This young woman was an interesting case. As he suspected. She had lied to him... Probably to save her honor... She was probably afraid of being in the headlines...The daughter of a former billionaire is found stealing from his former home...that would surely be the scoop of the year... Hamish paused for a moment and put down the phone to pick up his drink. He drank the contents in one go... This young woman particularly attracted his attention. He was dying to fuck her... He surprised himself by wondering if she was g

Quisito declared again and Winston’s heart thumped with happiness. After the meeting, Quisito began thinking of different ways in which he could put her in a helpless situation and came up with the idea for blackmail. On her 16th birthday, he had worn a spy cam inside a button, made with the help of nanotechnology, just to test the efficiency of the device. He unexpectedly captured the murder of Richard and decided to use it against her, to blackmail her to sleep with him. It was a very painful thing for him to do, but he did it anyway because he wanted to bring her back, for her father.

Ken gripes, “It's like he's playing an amusing game of cat and mice with us.” “Blackmailee isn't a word, Mal.” I correct, irritation marring my calm. “Then why'd you say it?” she counters. “This is so fucked. We're so fucked.” Ken mutters, her palm repeatedly smacking her forehead as she paces around. “I should've looked up how to blackmail on G****e, right?” I ask with a pinched expression and they both give me 'duh' looks. Me: We wouldn't want to bore you with mundane details of the contact.