Femdom Blackmail Novels & Stories

He reached under the bed and pulled out leather restraints..tight, black, cruelly soft. She gasped as he buckled them around her wrists, securing them at the small of her back. Her shoulders ached. Her breasts swelled forward. Her back arched into the perfect curve, her ass raised, her thighs trembling. “You’re going to stay just like this,” Dominic said. “Until I’ve emptied every drop of cum inside that greedy little pussy.” He climbed onto the bed behind her, knees spreading her thighs apart wider. His hands gripped her hips so hard her skin bloomed red beneath his fingers.

"Huh.. should I be proud? I did it just to relieve stress… just be careful you get carried away.” "Calm down Miss." “You better eat me right…after this…prove your experience.” her threat again. Sandro accepted the threat with pleasure. He took Amanda's hand, took her to the bed… put Amanda in a supine position with her legs wide apart. He does what she wants…does it according to his boss's request…a boss who asks to be fucked because of stress? He kisses, licks and sucks the lady's private area….practices a lot of styles…and brings out a lot of experience. And he's proud of that.

“Let me hear you. Let our parents hear you if you can’t control yourself. I don’t give a fuck.” Her pussy clenched hard around him, the filthy threat pushing her closer to the edge. Dom thrust faster, his free hand stroking his second cock, rubbing the head against her clit as he fucked her deep with the first. Bella was shaking, tears streaking her face from the intensity. Her moans broke into desperate gasps. “Dom… I’m—I’m gonna” “Cum,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Cum on my cock while your mom sits ten feet away. Cum knowing soon I’ll split you open with both.”

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

"If Brent ever finds out I had a hand in killing his children, he will slowly torture me to death in the dungeons." Carolina stepped directly into his personal space, reaching up to grab the collar of his shirt. She pulled him down so their faces were mere inches apart. "If you do not do exactly as I say, Jaden, he is going to torture you anyway," she blackmailed him smoothly, her voice dripping with venomous threat. "Because if you refuse me, I will walk straight into his office and expose our entire affair. I will tell him every single dirty detail, and I will tell him the absolute truth about Keila's paternity. He will know that the baby sleeping in that crib belongs to his Beta, not him.

“Alex… what’s going on? You’ve been acting strange since the party.” He sat down in the chair across from me, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. His usual easy smile was gone. Instead, he looked tormented, his shoulders slumped, his eyes filled with guilt. “Someone is blackmailing me,” he said slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “They’re forcing me to get close to you. To make you fall for me. To… hurt you. Badly.” I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands started shaking as I gripped the edge of the desk. “What are you talking about?”

"You see, I have pictures. Several of them, from various angles. And with my connections... I can make sure they end up in all the right places. Your reputation will be ruined, your career over. And then, when you're desperate and destitute... maybe you'll finally see things my way." Chad's hand tightened on Cassandra's shoulder, his body tensing with barely restrained fury. "You bitch," he growled, taking a step towards Karen. "You think you can threaten Cassandra like this? That you can blackmail her into submission?" Karen held up her hands, feigning innocence. "I'm not threatening anyone," she said. "I'm simply stating facts. Cassandra has a choice: she can either cooperate with me... or

“Like you do?” The question catches me off guard. “What's that supposed to mean?” “You let your father treat you like you're nothing.” She takes a step closer and the air shifts. Darko presses against my control, drawn to her scent under the layers of herbs. “I saw it last night. The way you talked about his ultimatum. The way you trembled when you mentioned him.” My jaw clenches. “You don't know what you're talking about.” “Don't I?” She takes another step. “You're so desperate to keep your position that you're blackmailing a human into pretending to be your mate. That doesn't sound like someone who's confident in their power.”

"Yes, Doctor! Fuck me harder!" He pounded deep, gripping my hair. "That is right. You are my blackmail slut now. Your tight cunt belongs to me." Every thrust made my body shake with pleasure and rage. I came fast and hard, squirting around his cock while moaning like a whore. The mix of fear and lust had me dripping more than ever. But while he was still buried inside me, breathing heavy, his phone buzzed. He pulled out and checked it, then smirked. "Change of plans, Elena. The hundred thousand is not enough anymore. I want more. Or the video goes out tonight."

I asked, voice shaky, but Greta didn’t respond. Dominic’s hands slid from my waist to my hips, his possessiveness seeping through his touch. “Greta works for me now.” “What? Since when?” “Since You kicked her out of the apartment.” “It's a lie.”I shoved him off, rushing over to Greta. “What is he blackmailing you with?” I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her slightly. “Why are you doing this to me?” Greta’s hands continued folding without pause, her face blank, refusing to meet my eyes. The sound of the fabric rustling under her fingers was the only response I got.