Femdom Blackmail Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I handled it for two years. I can handle it here." "You did not handle anything," Dominic said. He stepped closer, his chest almost touching mine. His heat made my mouth dry. "You hid. You ran away because you knew I would find out. Look at you now. You are shaking." "I am angry," I said, my jaw tight. "You blackmailed me to get me. You are a coward, Dominic. You cannot beat me on the ice, so you use my files to trap me."

At the doors he kissed my forehead, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Monday, 6:30 a.m. New rules: no panties ever again. Remote vibrator I control. You’ll come when I want, where I want, how I want. And if you’re a good girl, maybe I won’t send Daddy the video of his precious secretary begging his son to breed her raw.” The elevator doors closed. I leaned against the wall, cum leaking down my thighs, his toy still stretching me, his taste in my mouth. I was blackmailed. I was broken. I was owned. And I already couldn’t wait for Monday.

“A live stream, starting up again immediately. You be my submissive little pet on camera, and I’ll direct the whole thing. Make it good, put on a real show, and your secret stays between us.” Panic surged through me, mixing with a rush of excitement that made my pussy clench tight at the thought of performing for him, making it real this time instead of just fantasy. He’s blackmailing me, using this against me, but holy shit, the risk and the control he’s taking is making it hotter than anything I’ve done online. “You can’t be serious,” I breathed out, but I didn’t pull away when he freed his cock, watching it spring out thick and hard, slapping against his stomach, the head already glisteni

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.”

I yelled with a loud voice. “This is to warn you. If you dare to run away from whatever I tell you to do. Trust me I will send these pictures to your fiancé,” he said. He was blackmailing me. He was taking the advantages of the worst situation I was in right now. I couldn’t help but increase the creases in my forehead in shock. “You took the photos to send it to Jeremy?” I asked him. How could he even do that? Jeremy is mad. He is crazy and psycho but Demonte has become more of it now. No… He was always but he never used me ever for his childish play before.

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

"We can see that. Don't forget you are under our sight, and if you dare do anything stupid, we will not only tell him about the fake porn videos but also your involvement in his mother's fall from upstairs, you poisoning his favorite dog, burning his favorite suit, replacing all his workers at his pack with your people,you sneaking the traitors at the pack, sending the secrets to Alpha Cameroon and his enemies, you making the pack suffer losses, you... "Enough!" She yelled at them, feeling blood boiling all over her body. "Enough of your blackmail; I'll send you guys the ten million dollars you need, and you'll burn all that evidence, deal?" She asked them while taking in some deep breaths.

She blocked my view of Zayden, and I was about to yell at her to leave when her next words made me freeze. "I want ten million dollars. And I want you to have sex with me." Zayden's loud and colourful curse resounded in the garage, and I watched with hateful eyes as the woman folded her arms across her chest, obviously waiting for a response. Neither of them had seen me, and even though I had no idea what was going on, it was pretty easy to put together. The woman was trying to blackmail Zayden. And I was pretty sure the reason for the blackmail was because Zayden was trying to get her to take down her post.

" You wouldn't want to risk punishment, would you? Her voice was breathless when she answered. — Punishment? “Maybe I won't let you come in the wee hours of the wedding night. Or maybe I don't touch you everywhere. I paused dramatically. — The options are endless. - This is blackmail. she moaned as I circled my hips against her. “You can't deny me orgasms on our wedding night. 'You don't think so?' I whispered very close to her ear. "If I touched you right now, would you be wet?" I bet it's dripping, isn't it?

He grabs my hands with one of his own and places them about my head, holding me down by my wrists. His body commences to move, I feel his hips rise and fall, gradually letting his dick move in and out of my clit. My hands travelled up his back running my nails against his back, making him groan and move his hips faster and harder into my core. He pulls out of me and flops adjacent to me onto his side of the bed.