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Strings Attached
By Brea Lynn
Blackmail
The air in Richard’s spacious office crackled with tension as Brea stormed in, slamming the door behind her. Her eyes blazed with a ferocious light, her full lips pursed into a petulant pout. She looked every inch the spoiled brat out for revenge.
“Richard, darling,” she cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “I hope you’ve enjoyed our little secret.” She sauntered closer, her hips swaying seductively in her tight pencil skirt. “But now it’s time to pay up, don’t you think?”
Richard’s eyes widened as he took in Brea’s threatening demeanor. He knew exactly what she was talking about — the compromising video they’d made together in a moment of madness. His heart raced at the thought of his wife discovering his infidelity.
“What do you want, Brea?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Oh, I think you already know,” she purred, leaning in close until her breath tickled his ear. “You’re going to fuck me right here, right now. And not just any way, either. I want you to take me hard and deep, like the dirty pervert you are.”
Richard swallowed hard, his mind reeling. Part of him wanted to resist, to assert his dominance and show Brea who was really in charge. But the fear of exposure, of losing everything, overpowered his rational thoughts.
“Alright, Brea,” he conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Whatever you say.”
In a flash, Brea spun around, yanking her skirt up to reveal a lacy white thong. “Then get to it, pig,” she taunted, wiggling her ass invitingly. “And don’t you dare make me wait.”
Richard’s gaze lingered on Brea’s exposed rear, his body trembling. With a shaky hand, he unzipped his fly and stepped forward, tension breaking like a storm.
Brea let out a gasp of pleasure, her hips bucking back to meet his relentless pace. “Fuck yes, Richard,” she moaned, her nails digging into the armrest. “Give it to me hard, just like the asshole you are!”
As the office filled with the rhythm of their bodies, the air was thick with heat, the creak of furniture, and the sound of her satisfaction. It was chaos and lust — and she owned every second of it.
When Richard finally climaxed, trembling and undone, Brea ground back against him, milking every last drop. As they both rode out the aftershocks, Richard knew his life would never be the same. Brea had him by the balls, and he was at her mercy — at least, for now.
