Blackmailed by Her Bully

Again, they were thoughts she really didn’t need nor want. This was all on her.

Tucking hair behind her ear, she played with the hem of her shirt.

“Time’s wasting away here.”

She pulled the shirt over her head, throwing it to the floor.

Hoping he wouldn’t make her go completely naked, she stood before him. She wore underwear that had seen better days. She wasn’t made of money, so she only replaced her underwear when it was really necessary. It hadn’t been so at the last mall shopping trip.

“Nice try. All of it.”

“Why have you turned into this person?” she asked.

“Being falsely accused of something and having your reputation tarnished will do that to you, oh, and going to prison.”

“How? What did you get slapped with that has you taking this out on me?”

“Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told. Your innocent act is not going to wash with me.”

“I don’t know what it is you think I’ve done, but you’re wrong.”

His hand was around her throat. “Enough talking.” He spun her around, and she had no choice but to put her hands on the desk or be smashed against it. Logan grabbed her panties, and without waiting, tore them from her body. The sound of the tear echoed around the room, shocking her to the core.

This was all a little too much.

She didn’t know what to do.

Heart pounding, she felt his hand run across her ass cheeks.

“Such a nice, plump ass.”

She cried out as he squeezed one of the cheeks before giving it a slap.

“What do you think, Hunter? Perfect to be hit. To be spanked.”

“It has got a nice curve to it. Spread her cheeks. I wonder if she’s ever had anything but a stick up her ass.”

She tried to push him away, but he trapped her against the desk. The hard edge of the wood dug into her body as he pressed her against it. He gripped the curves of her ass, spreading them.

“Stop it!” It was on the tip of her tongue to beg him to stop. To plead with him, but she pressed her lips together.

“Look at this.” His finger stroked between the lips of her pussy.

“Is she nice and wet?”

He cupped her with his entire hand, one finger sliding between her slit, going from her clit, down to her entrance. He pushed a single digit inside, then a second one.

“Soaking.”

“She tight?”

“Yes. So very fucking tight. How long has it been since you let a cock inside here?”

“Leave me alone.”

“Aw, she thinks she can scream and curse.” His hands stopped touching her.

She screamed as he slapped her ass, three times, giving a final fourth. The pain was instant, harsh, and humiliating.

Hunter saw it all. She’d heard his questions. He was in on this with Logan. There was not going to be any saving from him. They were both working together, and she was the object.

Nothing more.

Logan lifted her up, spun her around.

“You can play the victim all you want to here, but I see the evidence. So does my friend here.” Logan ran his fingers across her lip. “Taste yourself.”

She wanted to deny him, to be defiant.

He grabbed her hair, making her gasp, causing her to open her mouth, and she had no choice. He slid his fingers inside, and she tasted herself.

“For a woman who claims to be afraid, you’re wet, Ava. We’re going to have a lot of fun with this. You know that, right?”

He let her go, and she had no choice but to use the desk to help keep her on her feet. Her legs were like jelly.

“The rest of it.”

She reached behind her, flicking the catch of her bra open, and letting it fall to the ground. She wanted to cover herself, but there was no use in doing that.

“Nice tits,” Hunter said.

“Leave us,” Logan said, and she looked up.

Hunter didn’t question him. Simply opened the door and left, closing it behind him.

“You’re the one in charge?” she asked. “You can command anyone to do whatever you want? They don’t care what it is you’re doing?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions, and I’ve got no interest in answering them. Spread your legs.”

She opened her mouth, about to ask him another question. He let out a tut, and put a finger against his lips.

“If I was you, I’d be careful what you asked me. I’m growing rather impatient, and you’re boring me. Spread your fucking legs or get on your knees. I’m sure your throat can take my cock, and swallow a nice big mouthful of cum.”

She opened her legs. There was no way she’d be able to handle being on her knees.

“That’s a good girl.” He stepped up toward her and touched her thigh. She let out a little gasp.

Logan stared into her eyes. His were so dark. They were brown but almost black. In the past, whenever she had looked at him, he’d been watching her. She didn’t know why he was, only that he’d always been one step ahead of her. She couldn’t stop him from doing anything. He’d been in charge, and she merely at his mercy.