Blackmailed For Love

I stayed still in his lap with my dress around my waist and my legs bare with every intimate inch of me on display as he wouldn't
let me close my legs.
His hand settled on my knee as he looked down into my eyes.
I knew that shade of grey, I have looked in those eyes and confessed my love so many times in the past that they were imprinted
in my brain.
The dark lust, the possessive and all consuming hunger.
1 His fingers trailed up on my thigh, gliding along my soft skin.
A rough sound escaped me and I squeezed my thighs close as goosebumps scattered on every inch of my bare skin.
His eyes narrowed and a moment later a sharp sting had me gasping and looking at him with wide shocked eyes.
Did he just... "Open up for me."
When I just stared at him, still reeling from what he just did, he did it again.
His palm coming down and slapping my mound lightly but with enough strength that it made my skin warm and blood rush
underneath.
He warned, "I will do it again."
Heading his warning, I parted my thighs and bit down on my lip when his palm slipped between my thighs and his fingers
touched my pussy lips, barely brushing my damp curls, then trailed back down again.
I squirmed as he took the journey back again from the insides of my knees to the juncture of my thighs.
This time his fingers reached the warm, wet and sensitive skin between my legs, and I bit down on my lower lip, swallowing the
horrible sound that wanted to escape.
My hand on his shoulder tightened as he parted my folds and then slowly touched my clit with his middle finger.
A slow smile tilted his lips up, victorious, he said, "Ahh... What do we have here, little girl?"
He didn't wait for an answer as that long digit slid lower and then he plunged it deep inside me in one forceful thrust.

"Oh..."
A delightful soft sound left my lips.
I couldn't have stopped it even if I had tried or have been prepared for it.
I had forgotten what it felt like to be touched down there.
His thick finger felt snug inside me and I wanted to make him move, to give me the pleasure I hadn't known for years.
"You are so fucking wet, little girl."
He leaned down and moved his finger in a slow rhythm, in and out, making my walls quiver around his single digit.
"I wonder if you're this wet when you don't want me, you would be dripping down your thighs and legs when you start wanting
me."
B My eyes fluttered shut in shame and I bit down on my lower lip as my stomach tightened and my nerves tingled, then suddenly
his touch was gone.
I opened my eyes and found his amused dark gaze on me.
He said, "Do you think you deserve pleasure when you didn't obey me?"
Slowly all the warmth started to be replaced by cold as I glared at him, I tried to push him away and scramble off his lap but he
tightened his hold.
"Let me go."
I hissed.
"But, I have a present for you."
He said it in such a light tone, I knew it would be anything but a present "Then, shove it up your arse."
His eyes narrowed and he leaned down closer to my face.
"The only arse that would have things shoving up it will be yours, little girl."

His nose brushed my cheek as he added, "And don't be so upset, I'll let you come when I think you deserve it."
"You are an arsehole."
I told him.
"Don't tempt me to take a look at yours."
My lower belly clenched at the meaning behind his words and I looked away.
I felt him moving his arm and then a moment later, he held out a rectangular velvet box.
I glared at it.
He said, "If you had behaved and obeyed my one simple order, you already would've an orgasm and my finger would be coated
in your cream by now."
He was so fucking dirty.
And still I could feel my pussy getting wetter.
"Now, I'll use this to punish you.
Unless, of course, you beg me to—"
"I won't beg you for anything."
I said through clenched teeth.
I didn't know what was in that stupid box, but nothing would make me beg him.
Stupid arsehole.
Why god, why did you have to make him the very same devil I fell in love with, only to make me regret it later? "We will see."
With that, he opened the box and pulled out something from inside its silk bed.
Looking at the box, it had looked like it housed a bracelet but no, it wasn't a bracelet.
He held a small cylindrical shaped crystal like object in his hand with a loop at the end.

It resembled a keyring but something told me it wasn't that.
"You know what this is, little girl?"
His question brought my eyes to his and I realized that whatever it was had him in anticipation, which made me nervous.
I shook my head.
He smiled, the one he used to give me back then because he had thought I was naive.
He possibly can't think the same now for giving me that same smile, it has been almost six years, and I am no longer a fifteen
year old with stars in her eyes for her first love and unattainable dreams.
"It is a vibrator.
A small toy that will fill your pussy until you ask me for my cock."
A laughter bubbled out of my mouth and I said, "You are delusional."
Meeting his eyes, I told him, "I told you I won't beg and I won't ask for your fucking cock.
If you want to fuck you'd have to do it without the mentioned begging part, or you will have to wait forever."
2 His jaw hardened, and he glared at me.
"Is that so?"
A second later, he was cupping me between my legs and then held up his two fingers that glistened with my wetness that had
gathered there with each of his filthy words and the orgasm that he snatched away from me earlier.
"Tell me, little girl, is that what it looks like you don't wanting it."
When I didn't answer he let out a rough chuckle and pushed my thighs apart.
"I will make you ask for "You could try,"
"Don't worry about it.
I know all the buttons I need to push."

He brushed my clit, making me suck in a breath "Also, I can't have you throwing that four letter hateful word in my face again."
Rápe.
He was talking about it, And my heart squeezed because I knew I got to him with that word.
And I knew he would do anything to win this challenge that he had thrown my way, just to prove his point.
I was an idiot to blurt that word out! 7 A part of me wanted to fight him, but I decided not to.
I was already starting to feel wrung out.
He parted my pussy lips with his fingers, his thumb circled my wet core, deliberately thrusting in and out in shallow moves that
made a wet sound.
Tears stung my eyes as he chuckled and 1 bit down on the inside of my cheek as slowly I felt him inserting that about three
inches longer toy inside me.
I 1 felt the toy slipping inside and settling as if it belonged there and a moment later his fingers tapped at my clit making me jerk
and an involuntary gasp lest my mouth.
When I turned to look at him, 1 watched transfixed as without breaking eye contact he licked his two fingers and then his thumb.
"You are still delicious, little girl."
With that, he pulled my dress down and carefully slid me on the seat beside him like past twenty minutes were anything but
torture to me.
» I stayed silent wallowing in my thoughts, cursing myself for still feeling that deep, dark attraction that I had felt for him since the
beginning.
Also so fucking angry that he had toyed with me.
And, how my body was coiled with tense nerves just wanting to burst into tiny pieces of pleasure.