Erotic Blackmail Stories Novels & Stories

He pushed me onto my back and grabbed both my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. His other hand curled around my throat again, not too tight, but enough to control every breath. “I’m gonna fuck you like the dirty girl you are,” he whispered. “You don’t get to breathe unless I let you.” I moaned. “Use me,” I begged. “Please, choke me, fuck me and break me.” His eyes blazed. He shoved inside me again, harder than before, with a savage groan. My walls stretched around him, soaked and raw and wanting. He thrust in my pussy fast, deep, and merciless.

“This tight little cunt was made for my cock. Gripping me like you never want me to leave. You’re gonna come all over me, aren’t you? Gonna soak my dick while I choke you and breed you against this fucking wall.” “Yes! Yes. Choke me harder,” I begged, tears spilling again, voice wrecked. “Make me come. Please let me come. I’ve been good. I’ve sucked you; I’ve taken every inch—please, Mr. Black, I’m begging—let me come on your cock. I need it so bad—please please please—" His fingers tightened around my throat, the perfect pressure I needed. Stars burst behind my eyes—and he slammed in one last brutal time, grinding deep, hips circling so the base of his cock mashed my clit relentlessly.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

I rocked against their hands desperately, my body betraying how much I fucking loved how they were touching me. Eldric pulled out suddenly and slapped my face with his cock. "Enough, Thorne, take her. I want to see her ride you while she sucks me", he said. Lucien removed his fingers from my needy clit and Thorne withdrew his fingers leaving me aching for his cock. Thorne sat at the edge of the bed leaning against the bedpost with his legs spread. "Come", he said curtly as his hands gripped my waist, dragged me towards him with my back to his chest.

They started pushing me to get married when I was twenty five but I couldn't. Yes I slept with different women and even got a member to the Velvelt House four years ago but no one had ever caught my fancy. That was until when I was doing my PhD and the media got wind of my sex life and they rained on me. I had slept with a gold digger who had investigated into who I was and thought that she could blackmail her into giving her money and she did but she was wrong. The magazine she went to was a small one and I bought it out and had someone hack into her phone and laptop and delete anything to do with me and with no evidence left and with me running the gossip tabloid, she didn't have anywhere

Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams. Here, seduction is an art form, a game played with skillful precision and dangerous intent. It’s a world where whispered promises can lead to a lifetime of ecstasy or an eternity of torment. Each story within these pages is a journey, an invitation to step into the unknown and embrace the shadows that lurk within us all. But be warned, dear reader, this path is not for the faint of heart.

One line read aloud shatters everything: “I want you to fuck me on your desk while the team waits outside.” What begins as brutal blackmail spirals into a high-stakes game of power, betrayal, and raw need. Damian isn’t just claiming Alex’s body—he’s been pulling strings to protect him from a corporate conspiracy that could destroy them both. But Alex has secrets of his own: he’s been leaking intel to the enemy, driven by old wounds and darker desires. As mergers collapse, gunmen strike, and shadowy figures from their past resurface, the line between dominance and devotion blurs. Every stolen touch in boardrooms and back alleys, every punishing thrust and whispered surrender, pulls them deepe

Betrayal burned in his gut. Silas’s mafia hardened men from New York’s underbelly, tattoos marking loyalties forged in blood fanned out. They weren’t just tech enforcers; this was the shadow side Aiden hadn’t bargained for. Heists for data drives, shakedowns on rivals, wet work when deals soured. The contract masked their love, but this? Aiden gripped a borrowed pistol, finger hovering on the trigger. Refuse, and the business facade crumbled, exposing their erotic bond to scrutiny. For Silas for the man whose stormy eyes promised forever he’d dive deeper.

As she choked, he pulled her head backwards and held her in place, making sure her mouth was full of his hot seed. “You're so sweet…” As he flipped Brittany around, he pinned her to the bed, his lips trailing gentle kisses on her skin as he knelt behind her. Taking a blindfold, he tied it around her eyes and cuffed her hands. “I told you, didn't I?” He whispered, planting kisses on her nape. “Whoever dares the d evil must be prepared for the flames.” With that, he gripped her thighs and Brittany stifled a gasp when she felt his huge c**k at her entrance.

The pain shot straight to my clit. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. He slapped my breast lightly, making it jiggle. “You don’t get to beg yet. You take what I give you.” He shoved two thick fingers back into my pussy without warning, pumping them deep and fast. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he finger-fucked me roughly, his thumb grinding against my clit. The wet, squelching sounds were humiliatingly loud. “So fucking tight,” he growled. “And so wet. Being blackmailed turns you on, doesn’t it, Miss Voss? Knowing I own you now. Knowing I can make you do anything I want.”