Blackmailed For Love

Elsa

I woke up in a dark room and a moment later as I took stock of my body I realized that my hands were tied above my head and I was stark naked on the bed. I should’ve been scared out of my mind but I knew who was responsible for my current situation.

“Look who’s awake...” A deep murmur came from the dark shadows of the bedroom.

“What? What is going on?” I asked, squinting in the dark to look where he was. The man who had appeared calm and collective during the dinner but was coming out to take his revenge.

“I am wondering how to make you pay...” He said, and then a low florescent light came on which illuminated his tall figure that was still clad in the three piece suit from earlier.

“Pay for what?” I asked trying to slip my hands free from the binds around my wrists, but I knew what. I had been the worst human to this man and it was time I repent for my sins.

Long fingers circled my ankle and goose bumps peppered my bared skin at his touch. He always had that affect on me even when I could sense the dark intense energy coming off him, I still fell for him.

“For what?” He repeated. And then his voice turned cold as ice as he said, “Don’t fucking try to be naïve, little girl. You kept her away from me. You stole from me.”

“Kris—” I ended on a yelp as he slapped the inside of my thigh and pulled my legs apart. I gasped, “What are you doing?”

“Making you pay...” His fingers whispered on the soft skin of my inner thigh, trailing up and down in a torturous way. “I could’ve forgiven you for anything but that. How could you keep her away from me?”

“I had no choice...” His fingers dug into my soft flesh. “You can’t hurt me. I know you won’t.” I knew it as the back of my hand. I knew even as he hated me he still cared.

His beautiful grey eyes darkened and his jaw tightened. He slipped his hand up between my legs. I bit down on my bottom lip as he cupped my mound. “You are so wrong, little girl. I can hurt you and I want to. The amount of rage I’m feeling for all the years and months I lost is unexplainable.”

“I am sorry...” I whimpered as I detected the hint of sadness in his voice despite the iciness in it.

“Oh, you will be, my little girl.” I jerked up as his other hand cupped my bare breast. He squeezed my breast and then pinched my hard nipple that grazed his palm. The effect of his touch resonated straight between my legs and my core throbbed.

“Ow...” I gasped when he pinched harshly. Releasing my aching nipple, he leaned down and took it in his mouth. A soft moan escaped me when he sucked on it. But then a moment later he pulled back and slapped my other breast. “Wh- Why would you do that?”

“It’s a punishment, little girl. You shouldn’t be enjoying it.” He said as he continued to play with my nipple.

“W-what are you going to do?” I asked, licking my lips as he stood up from the bed. I wasn’t afraid though, I was more waiting in anticipation and I was wet for him.

“We once had a conversation, remember when you asked me what would I do if you hurt me and at the same time I was angry about it?” I nodded. “Good...” His fingers worked on his shirt buttons, opening it. “And what did I say?”

“That... That y-you’ll tie me up and make me pay for it.” I rasped out, my stomach clenching.

“You remember last time I did that?”

I felt my face flushing and body heating. He had tied my hands behind my back and made me pay by pulling me on his lap and spanking me. It had hurt but in the best way possible. I had been embarrassed to admit it and utterly mortified when I had come the moment he had stroked me between the legs.

His voice dropped, turning rough and thick with emotions. “I could forgive what you did to me, but how can I forgive for keeping a piece of me from myself. I lost so much of my time with her. If you’d just come clean, told me everything. If you had just believed in me nothing would’ve happened.”

Tears trailed down from the corners of my eyes, disappearing in my hair at the note of pain in his words. “I was afraid, baby. I am sorry.”

“Let’s see how sorry you are.” His voice was too soft, deceptively calm. He dropped the shirt on the foot of the bed. And then pulling my legs apart, he placed a knee on the bed as he crawled toward me. When he saw my tears, he tsked and wiped them off. He said, “You know we hate to see you cry.”

I sniffed and he kissed the corner of my lips. “I made a mistake. I will tell you everything, I was just afraid...”

He cupped my cheek and his grey eyes shone in the dim light. He said, “It doesn’t change it though, no matter how sorry you are. I still lost.”

I knew he was right and it hurt to see him hurt. I licked my lips and said, “Punish me, then. Let it out.”

“I wasn’t waiting for your permission, little girl.” With that, he slipped his hand behind my knees and pulled my thighs apart and up.

I gasped as cold air hit my warm core. I closed my eyes as I felt the heat of embarrassment. No matter what, but being close to him will always have this affect on me. I wanted him too much.

“Are you wet, my little girl?” He asked, a hint of dark amusement in his voice. A sharp sting had me gasping. I opened my eyes that I hadn’t realized I had closed and he smirked, his hand resting above my mound where he had just spanked me. “Answer me.

“Why don’t you find out?” I snapped at him. We both knew that I was wet, he just wanted to make me admit it.

He smirked. “If you say so...”

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