Blackmailed For Love

Chapter 21: Show me those tits

His dark eyes watched me emotionlessly and even though I knew it wouldn't make a difference I still hoped that he wouldn't make me do this.

I said, "Please, don't make me do this."

He pulled out more money and placed it on the desk.

I shook my head.

"It's not about the money.

I haven't done this before."

He paused.

His grey eyes raked all over my face as if he was trying to find out if I was lying.

I answered his unasked question, "I am not lying."

"I will decide it, not you."

He gestured at the floor between his legs as he said, "Your mother's health is on the line, Elsa.

And I have secured an appointment with the specialist for her.

Now it's your choice what you want."

2 "You are not this person, Kri—"

He strode toward me with the devil in his eyes.

Grabbing my throat, he dragged me to himself.

"I am and I was.

I was just not the person that I was with you, I was trying to be good for you but you showed me what happens when I trust someone.

And now like everyone else you will see what I am capable of."

Without giving me a chance to say anything he turned us around and pushed me down on my knees.

"Take that dress off before I tear it apart."

With shaky fingers I slid the straps of my dress down.

I felt my cheeks heating up and every cell in my body trembling with his gaze on me as the dress slid down to my waist.

I started to stand up to completely tug it free but his hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Show me those tits."

I sucked in a breath and looked up at him.

His face was set in harsh lines as he stared back at me.

Licking my lips, I gathered my courage and unhooked my bra from behind.

My breasts spilled free as if just waiting for this moment, and my nipples turned into hard buds under his gaze.

I have changed since he last saw me.

During my pregnancy, my figure turned on the curvaceous side but after all the work I had to do to put food on the table, I lost those curves except my breasts and hips, they lost the roundness but they were still more pronounced than before.

I wondered what he saw, what he felt seeing those changes.

"Now, Elsa.

Don't make me say it again."

Was there a hint of gruffness in his voice? Was he affected? I chewed the inside of my cheek as my eyes dropped to his slacks.

I could detect the hard bulge behind his pants and as I lifted my hands to his belt, I was ashamed to admit that I wanted to see him and maybe, a little small part of me was looking forward to what he was asking me to do.

When we had been intimate with each other in the past, I was innocent and new to everything but he had been patient with me never forcing me to do anything.

If truth be told, it was the other way around, I was the one asking for more.

And he was the one always giving.

But never taking it so far that I could say that he left me tarnished, I believed even after all these years I still had that innocence but this time was different.

This time he would ruin it.

Because now he wasn't giving.

He was taking.

I fumbled with his buckle for a few seconds before I got it undone and then unbuttoned his pants.

I hesitated to unzip him and his fingers wrapped around mine.

I looked up and for the first time I saw the flicker of human emotion in those grey eyes but he controlled it and said, "You don't have to put on a show of your innocence, Elsa.

I'll know if you truly are."

He pulled down the zipper, holding my fingers and then freed my hand.

I closed my eyes and tugged down his briefs.

Harsh fingers gripped my hair and he pulled my head back as he gritted out, "Open your eyes.

See the first cock that ever went in your pussy and it will be the last."

3 My thighs tightened at his words and warmth coated my panties when I opened my eyes and saw him.

His cock was long and thick, and uncovered the memories of the past.

The nights in the forest and the ones in the shed.

Our shed.

His length was covered with veins that ran down the length of him.

He was throbbing and pulsing out a clear liquid at his thick head.

My fingers curled into themselves as a sudden urge to grab him and pleasure him, took hold of me.

My stomach tightened with anticipation and I licked my lips without thinking which had him murmuring something under his breath.

When I looked up, his grey eyes were almost black and he gritted out, "The look on your face says that you can't wait to have me in your mouth and you say that you haven't done it before."

I frowned.

"No.

I have—"

He didn't give me a chance to deny his accusation as he slipped his hand at the back of my head and pushed his cock into my mouth.

My eyes widened when he didn't stop and slipped down my throat.

Instantly tears gathered in my eyes from discomfort and as my palms pressed on his thighs to push him away.

But he held me there, looking at me like he couldn't see how he was hurting me and also like he didn't care if he was.

He slid out, rubbing his cock on my tongue and his taste burst in my mouth.

For a moment I closed my eyes as I became familiar with his scent and taste but then before I could take a deep breath and settle to suck him and get used to his thickness in my mouth, he was thrusting back in again, making me gag.

Tears escaped my eyes as he held himself lodged in my throat making me gasp for breath.

My cheeks were wet from my tears and my lips were going numb stretched around him as I tried to plead with him with my eyes.

But what hurt the most was the betrayal of my body.

I knew I was attracted to him and I missed that physical intimacy where I knew he would never hurt me but now he was hurting me, deliberately, if the look in his eyes was any indication, and still my body thrummed as if excited and I could feel the wetness coating my folds.

Finally, he stepped back.

His cock slid out of my mouth, wet from my saliva and hard. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I coughed as I bent down to catch my breath.

Helpless tears escaped my eyes, because he was making it impossible for me to understand my own emotions.

It was a web of past memories and present hatred that I didn't know how to untangle.

2 Long, lean fingers tipped my face up so he could look into my eyes.

He said, "You haven't."

I shook my head.

"I haven't."

"Oh, little girl."

His fingers trailed down my cheek and for a moment he was the man I had loved with all my heart.

He said, "Answer this truthfully, and my hatred for you might lessen."

I licked my lips, tasting him again and nodded.

"How many men have you been with after me?"

I stared at him and let him see the truth in my eyes even as I said it aloud.

"Zero."

For a moment there was nothing but silence.

And then he nodded, his eyes two pools of dark lust and..

Possession, "Get up."

+ 1 blinked at him, not understanding.

But then he helped me up to my feet and furthermore surprising me, he leaned closer and circled his arms around me so he could hook my bra.

Then he straightened my dress, pulled the straps up on my shoulders.

I lifted my eyes to meet his, they weren't cold anymore but looked troubled and deep in thought.

"Sir?"

He stepped back and gestured at the door to the side.

"You can freshen up if you want.

We are leaving for somewhere in the next ten minutes."

For a few minutes I could only stand there and stare at him.

But then he arched a brow and glared at me.

"You really don't understand the concept of obeying me, Little girl.

If you'd rather like going out in public with tear stained face and fucked up hair then I have no problem with it."

And yup, there was the cold arsehole.

God would never do miracles like taking away the devil and gifting me with an angel.

But then I already have one.

I shook my head and murmured, "I will be right back."