Erotic Blackmail Stories Novels & Stories

"The greatest mistake I ever made was setting my eyes on you, I curse the day we cross paths. Ever since I met you, you have done nothing but bring problems and wreak havoc in our lives." "Oh! That's so sad to hear. Well, you're carrying my child and yes, I won't mind telling the whole world about my baby that's living inside your womb." "Go ahead and spill crap. I'm not scared anymore, you can't blackmail me or do you think I'm so daft to the extent that I wouldn't know you were the one that sent the tape to my husband?" "Huh! What tape?" He questioned with a confused look. "Oh! You're shocked, right? And yes, you and your accomplice blackmailed me by extorting one point five million Naira

The memories immediately came rushing back again. Stephen is touching another woman. Kissing her. Lying to me. Pain twisted sharply inside my chest. Mr Blackwood must have noticed because his expression hardened slightly. “Men like that are pathetic.” I looked up at him. “Men like what?” “Men who betray women who love them.” Something about the way he said it felt personal. Like he understood betrayal far too well. I studied him carefully. “You sound experienced.” A shadow crossed his face briefly before disappearing. “Experience teaches many things.”

“He was a prick, but this is low even for him.” “What if she was blackmailing him?” Ernestina questioned looking up at her brother. “With what?” Ruggero questioned, “and more importantly, if she was blackmailing him why was she letting him,” he almost gagged with the memory, “fuck her.” His mother swatted at him, but he stared back at her seriously, “come on, Ma. You saw her. She was a ten. A ten all the way. He was barely a four.” The first time he’d met his grandfather’s wife, he’d sported an instant erection which immediately deflated when the old man kissed her passionately under a ball of mistletoe with tongue and an ass grab which made Ernestina snort wine out her nose. He wouldn’t lie

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

‎I arched my back off the floor and her pussy gripped me tight, grinding, pulsing, dragging every ounce of control I had left out of my body. ‎I couldn't think or speak. ‎I could only feel. Feel her sweetness. ‎Elena leaned down on me, her warm lips brushing my ears, "I'm not done ruining you," she breathed, her voice low and wicked. ‎"When I'm finished here..." She kissed my jaw, "... I'm gonna suck your dick so hard until you forget your own name." ‎"Fuck... Elena..." I moaned as my cock twitched inside her. ‎She rode me harder and faster after her promise, her breath came out hot and ragged, with her body slamming down on me over and over again like she needed every drop of my sanity.

But as I finally sat up and started cleaning the small mess I’d made, I heard it. The soft click of the door opening behind me. Before I could react, a large hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream. A powerful body pressed against my back, trapping me on the bed. “Seems I finally found the naughty little thing who’s been sneaking into my room,” Lord Blackwood’s deep, dangerous voice whispered hotly against my ear. My blood ran cold. “You enjoy listening to me fuck other women, little maid?” His free hand slid down my body, gripping my hip possessively. “Then perhaps it’s time you learn what it feels like to be the one beneath me.”

He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly. “Yes! I love it,” she sobbed. The confession spilled out of her. “I’ve wanted this for so long….wanted you to ruin me.” Ethan laughed darkly and sped up. “Then say it. Tell me what you are.” “I’m… I’m becoming your whore,” she gasped between thrusts. “Louder.” “I’m your whore!” she cried, voice breaking as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting slightly onto the floor.

I know I sound completely unhinged right now, but I’ve officially lost every last ounce of self-control I ever possessed. Like, tragically, desperately and erotically gone. If there’s a special circle of hell reserved for shameless Omegas who finger-fuck themselves senseless while moaning their best friend’s father’s name into a hotel pillow, I already have my reserved seat. Front row. VIP with no escape. And the scary part? I don’t even care anymore. All of it—every whimper, every tremble, every desperate thrust of my fingers is for him......Damien Blackthorn.

Days passed in a haze and in each moment, I hungered for my saviour. On this sleepless day, I just couldn’t bear it. I slid my hand under my camisole and ran my palm over my breast, teasing the nipple until it hardened. Why did you leave me, you terrible terrible cop, when you could have all of me? A soft moan spilled from me as I stroked my clit in slow circles. It was his fingers touching me, his lips at my neck, whispering dirty, beautiful things. I arched into my own hand, biting my lip to keep from calling out his name.