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."

rhythm, in and out, making my walls quiver

this wet when you don't want me, you would be dripping

shame and I bit down on my lower lip as my stomach tightened and my nerves tingled,

opened my eyes and found his amused dark gaze

think you deserve pleasure when you didn't

I glared at him, I tried to push him away

"Let me go."

I hissed.

a present

tone, I knew it would be anything but a

and he leaned down

arse that would have things shoving

brushed my cheek as he added, "And don't be so upset, I'll let you come when I think

"You are an arsehole."

I told him.

me to take a

lower belly clenched at the meaning behind his words and I

felt him moving his arm and then a moment later, he

I glared at it.

and obeyed my one simple order, you already would've an orgasm and my finger would be coated in your

was so

still I could feel

this to

of course, you beg me

won't beg

through clenched

in that stupid box, but nothing

Stupid arsehole.

very same devil I fell in love with, only to make me

that, he opened the box and pulled

at the box, it had looked like it housed a bracelet but no, it

small cylindrical shaped crystal like object in his hand with a loop at

keyring but something told me

know what this is, little

I realized that whatever

I shook my head.

the one he used to give me back then because 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

"It is a vibrator.

will fill your pussy until you ask