Femdom Blackmail Novels & Stories

He poked my chest, the bitterness in his tone clear. “Do you even know what you’re asking for?” I questioned, slapping my hand on my face. “You can’t expect me to bottom for you, I’m a top not a fucking switch!” I snapped, trying to reason with him. “I don’t fucking care! You’re going to do it for me.” He declared, his voice high-pitched and his face flushed in anger. I didn’t know whether to applaud him for learning how to blackmail me or be pissed by how fast he was learning how to play the manipulation game.

One of the reasons I’d had sex with her tonight was to get her to sleep in the same room as me so that I could use the opportunity to check through her phone, and confirm the information I heard… and it worked. I watched her sleep for a while, contemplating whether to start now or wait a little longer. I couldn’t stand the wait anymore and so I decided to do it now. With nothing but curiosity coursing through my veins, I began to surf through the small device, and to my utter disbelief, Dylan was right! Caden was blackmailing her with some pictures, some pictures that were obviously taken when she was unconscious. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that this was a setup because I was capable of

It was clear from the beginning that his objective was to force me into this bed, have his way with me sexually, and then blackmail me into making him pay for what he had done. He scratched the scruff of his neck and asked me while rubbing his chin, "Why should I pay for it? I don't mean to be rude, but don't you at least have a MasterCard or something to pay with?" I emerged from the shower naked, with water still dripping off my body, and I stood up from the bathtub. I gave him a smirk and then moved in a way that was meant to be playful toward him. I came to a stop, stood on my tiptoes, and brought our faces as well as our lips so close to one another that I could hear his heart racing i

As I narrated the entire detail to my mother, her face twisted with disgust and hatred as she spoke, her words venomous and cruel as she spat out her insults at Emelda. "That little slut," she hissed, her eyes narrowed as she continued, "Cheating on her husband after less than a year of marriage. She deserves to be exposed for the brat that she is. And if we can profit from it, all the better." “Yes, mum.” I smiled, my eyes shining in pure evil. “This is brilliant, Nat.” My mom uttered as she turned her gaze to me. “It is mum, it is. We can use the pictures I took to blackmail her for money. She won't want her husband to find out what she's been up to, or even the rich man to know that she's

Then he’d whispered the one thing that broke me: “I can remove Sadie. Permanently. Then Damon will have no choice but to marry you. With Archie’s wealth secured, you’ll have everything.” That was all it took. I let him kiss me. I let him press me against his desk, let him take what he wanted. Because I knew the truth—men like him thought they held the leash. But I knew how to twist it back around their necks. Lust was the easiest weakness to exploit. What I hadn’t known was that someone else had been recording us. Watching. Waiting. That was the beginning of the nightmare. The faceless man who now called me. Who threatened me. Who pulled the strings. Prince and I had both become his puppets,

“The interview is all about us. About how much we love each other. About how Camile turned your life into a miserable hell, leaving you lonely and broken until I came along and fixed everything. Smile, hold my hand, act like a devoted husband. Or else.” Her words slithered under my skin, each one a chain tightening around my neck. Blackmail. From my own wife. How the fuck did it come to this? I have been the one pulling strings, orchestrating every move, engineering everything to keep Camile bound to me, plotting her powers’ awakening for my gain. Now I was the puppet, dancing to Emma’s tune while Camile spread her legs for my enemies. My life has spiraled into a nightmare, every turn worse

"Cara, why are you doing this to me? You know that I love you so much and I just want things to go back to the way it was. I will divorce Jessica and take the child! The three of us will be a happy family. "You know this is a good offer, you can never have children but I will keep this one for you! Don't you ever want to hear someone call you mother?" Her fist clenched in anger. How dare he try to blackmail her into a marriage with him when he was the one who could not have kids?! It was always the woman's fault even when the man was impotent. How disgusting.

“You didn't expect that, you idiot…as usual, you're a fool who thinks mom will see for her. It was never like that, but you always saw only what you wanted to see. Anyway, I'm talking to you because I need money.” “What, you didn't get enough of what you stole from me,” she asks indignantly. “I had debts to pay, but I require more if you don't want mom to find out you left her for a man in a suit with a helicopter,” he snorts, blackmailing her. “You're lying! You don't know anything, Jeff!” she refers, trying to convince him otherwise. “Leave me alone! You've done enough damage to us already.” “I'll make you pay for what you just said, you fucking whore,” she threatens, hissing with hatred.

He had all of her secrets, and she had no other choice than to succumb to his blackmails. Brenda never loved Ryan, and even after they got married, she snuck around to continue seeing her real mate. She was satisfied with her new life, but she was trapped. Trapped by someone who was supposed to protect her. She was also an active source of pleasure to Guilford, who insisted she always be at his beck and call. She was literally a sex slave to the deranged man, and there was nothing she could do about it. The more he blackmailed her, the more she had to do terrible things that he kept using against her.

“Anything? Good. Here’s the deal, boy. You belong to me for one full month. You will serve me sexually in every way I wanicat. You will be my personal fucktoy. My holes. My cumdump. Whenever, wherever, however I desire. Break the rules and those photos destroy you. Understood?” Julian’s eyes widened in shock and fresh terror. “You can’t be serious. That’s blackmail! I’m not some whore you can just—” His weak defiance faltered as Voss gripped his jaw firmly, forcing him to look up into those cold, dominant eyes. Julian’s cock, the fucking traitor that it was, started thickening in his jeans despite the fear still churning in his gut. Voss leaned in, his voice a low growl. “Your body already k