Blackmailed by a Bully

When Freida arrived at Ben's house, her heart began to pound. She didn't want to go inside.

"Come in," he shouted, leaning out of the window above.

It felt odd letting herself into the posh house. The large doorknob turned easily in her hands. It felt clunky, as if it might just fall off and roll away. When she pushed the door inwards and entered, the house was cold and dark. Colder than the outside.

Freida hugged herself as she made her way up the stairs, running her hand along the smooth wooden bannister as she followed the twists in the staircase.

As she made her way to his room, Freida looked at the paintings on the walls. There were a lot of expensive-looking paintings. But no actual photographs. No family pictures of any kind. Most families would at least have a holiday snap or the obligatory, unflattering school photograph.

'This family is weird,' she thought.

Music echoed from the bedroom. Freida was surprised to hear a song she liked--Hear you Me by Jimmy Eat World. She'd assumed he would be into whatever was popular with the kids these days.

She knocked on his bedroom door, and he told her to come in. She found him standing in the middle of the room, holding the kitten.

He was petting it and lifted it to let it paw and sniff at his face before kissing it.

"Aww, isn't she sweet?" he asked.

"She's adorable," Freida said, barely managing to choke out the words. She knew what he was going to say next.

"Here, you can look after her until it's feeding time again. I don't have the patience for kittens," he said and passed her the fluffy ball of warmth.

Freida looked down at him, feeling her eyes fill with tears. When she blinked, tears landed on the poor creature.

"Don't do it," she whispered. "Please... Ben."

She sank to her knees and stared up at him. "Just let me keep him. Please. Please?"

He actually licked his lips as he stared down at her.

"You know, I've thought a lot about what I'd like to do to you, but now I have the opportunity, I just..." Ben sighed. "I just don't know."

As the next song began to play, Freida recognised it. Another one she liked.

"Sellouts by Breathe California," she said. "This is like... their only decent song, but it's really really good."

Ben's eyes narrowed as he nodded in agreement.

"I mean, David Schmitt is cute and all but Danny Worsnop sure can sing," she added.

"I know what you're doing." Ben chuckled. "Talking to me like a human being."

"You are a human being," Freida whispered.

"No, what I mean is, you're trying to make me see you as a human being so it will be more difficult to hurt you." Ben sighed. "It's a neat psychological trick but that shit won't work on me." Freida had not been trying to trick him. Not on purpose anyway. She was only trying to befriend him. To get through to him.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Freida asked.

Ben curled up his lip, looking at her like she was the most stupid person alive.

"This is your punishment," he said. "You chose that big moron over me. You could have played the role of damsel in distress and I the hero. But you decided he was better than me."

"I... I can't help who I fall for," Freida said. "I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry."

"Please forgive me," she asked, blinking as she looked up, making big eyes at her tormentor.

"Keep looking at me like that," he said, grabbing her by the chin.

She obliged, listening to the jangle as he fumbled with his belt and used his left hand to unzip his trousers.

'He's going to wank over my face?' Freida wondered, making an effort not to let her confusion show. 'Why not put it inside me?'

"Instead of asking for my forgiveness, I want you to beg to suck my dick."

Freida swallowed away the feeling of disgust rising in her throat.

"Erm, please let me suck your dick?" she asked, feeling herself reach a new level of awkward humiliation.

He gave her a dirty look and tutted. "If you don't convince me, I'll make you kill that thing right now. Beg better."

"Please let me suck it, Ben, please let me suck your dick, I'm begging you," She cried in desperation. The alternative wasn't even an option. She wouldn't do it. Not for anything. Not even for Damon. Her only option was to get through to him-- to convince him to be a human being. "Please, please let me suck it, I beg you, please put it in my mouth." "Okay, but if it's not the best blowjob I've ever had I'll make you do it," he said, pushing the tip of his cock against her lips.

She licked away the precum before getting to work, using her newfound expertise to apply just the right amount of suction while simultaneously stroking his length with her hand and using her tongue to draw circles around the tip. He came almost instantly, so hard she felt it hit the back of her throat.

She realised she had just cheated on Damon. The one she adored. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she continued to cry.

"Oh." Ben made a confused face. "Was it so bad?"

Freida shook her head in the negative as the tears streamed, creating hot little trails down her face.

"I'm sorry," she said. She had let the kitten out of her hands, hoping it would escape and hide. But the little guy was just trying to bat the tassels on her hoodie. She picked him up and hugged him close to her chest. "Am I so disgusting?" Ben asked and stared her down with his perfect turquise eyes. Dark brown hair dangled in his face, and he looked beautiful at that moment.

"You're perfect," Freida told him. "You're absolutely perfect."

"So why did you pick him over me?" Ben demanded to know.

"I... don't have a good track record for picking suitable partners," she said and gave him a half-smile.

Ben considered this. "Hmm."

"Are you letting me have him?" she asked, looking down at the kitten.

"For a week or so." He smirked.