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“Vanessa’s claims are not just misleading. They’re malicious, a calculated attempt to destroy me.” The room was silent, hanging on my words. I leaned forward, my tone hardening. “Vanessa tried to blackmail me. She demanded three million dollars to keep quiet about our brief, regrettable affair—a mistake I deeply regret. I paid her, hoping to protect my marriage, but her greed knew no bounds. She wanted more—more money, more control. When she realized I’d never leave Ella, she fabricated this story about a forced abortion.” I shook my head, my jaw tight, projecting righteous indignation. “The loss of her child was tragic, but it was caused by her own negligence, not by me or Ella. Vanessa pla

The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Elias. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him. As the e-mails continued to come in, Elias saw that Selena had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts.

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" You did? How comes I never suspected shit? I knew the guy was an ass but I didn't expect him to force me to choose between my job or my relationship with you. " Alonso's face contorts. " What are you talking about, babydoll? " He asks. " That's the reason I resigned. He was blackmailing me. He thinks I am as cheap as his other sluts. Willing to spread my legs to keep a job. " I inform him and curse when he punches the wall behind me. " Fuck. Why didn't you tell me sooner? " He sounds angry and I know his anger is not directed at me but at the bastard who dared to blackmail me into leaving him

The realization terrifies and thrills me. He fucks me relentlessly over the desk. The chain tugs my aching nipples with every thrust. His heavy balls slap against my clit. Footsteps pass right outside the door. Someone laughs in the hallway. The danger only makes me wetter, and hungrier. “Greedy fucking whore,” he snarls, reaching around to rub my swollen clit roughly. “I’m blackmailing you and you’re moaning like a bitch in heat. What does that say about you?” “It says I’m yours, sir,” I sob. “It says you can use me however you want.”

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

"And then I met Lila Richmond. Or rather, I discovered her stories. Stories she had written as a way to express feelings she could not say out loud. Stories that were private and personal and never meant to be shared with anyone." The auditorium was completely silent now. Every single person was listening. "When I found those stories, I saw an opportunity. I could use them as leverage to get what I wanted. I could blackmail her into being my girlfriend, which would boost my reputation and make me look even more perfect." I felt shame burning in my chest as I admitted this publicly. "So that is exactly what I did. I threatened to expose her secrets if she did not agree to fake date me. And sh

“Taking me so well. Been waiting for this pussy.” He started moving. Hard. Deep. Punishing thrusts that made the elevator creak. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other covered her mouth, muffling her cries. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, lost in it. “Harder,” she gasped against his palm. “Please— Noah— fuck me harder.” He gave it to her. Slamming into her, hips slapping against her ass. The dirty talk kept coming, low and broken in her ear. “That’s it. Take this cock. Been thinking about filling you up for years. Gonna come so deep inside you.”

" Don't try to reach out, and one more thing whether by blackmailing or willingly, you are my wife so I can touch you anywhere anytime." Jasmine mocked Eric and said, "So now you are asserting your rights over me, then have you forgotten the things you told me at the time of marriage? I think maybe your mental health is at stake right now." It hasn't gotten better either." **** Is Jasmine going to regret provoking Eric? And what did Eric blackmail Jasmine about? Note:dear reader please give your review of my story what you like. I work hard to make my novel as good as possible.