Blackmailed by Her Bully

“Take off the dress.” He let go of her pussy, spun her around, and took care of the zipper.

She didn’t know how he could even function. Her body was on fire, and her hands shook with the need.

He spun her back around, and this time, he went to her tits, cupping them together, pressing them close.

His tongue danced across each hardened peak before sinking down. The pain was too much, but he seemed to know when she couldn’t take anymore as he eased up, sliding his tongue across each bruised tip.

He kissed down her body, and she watched him. When he got to the apex of her thighs, he gripped her ankle and lifted her leg up over his shoulder. She couldn’t move, nor did she want to as his tongue traced across the slit of her pussy, over her clit, around in circles before moving back down to her entrance.

She cried out as he plunged inside her and started to fuck her. She wanted his cock, needed it.

He slid back up, sucking her clit into his mouth.

She screamed again as the pain burst through her.

Just as quickly as he was causing her pleasure and pain, he stopped, and before she knew what was happening, he had her on her knees on the bed. The silk sheets made it a little uncomfortable to stay in one place, but he kept her there.

He pushed her head down, held onto her hands, and locked her into place at the base of her back. She couldn’t move or do anything. She was completely at his mercy, waiting for him to finish with her.

He stroked over the curves of her ass. She yelped as he slapped her.

“You know, I’ve thought about this ass a lot. I had no idea just how good it would feel being inside you, working that little puckered hole open. Fuck, I want inside you again, but this time, I want your pussy.”

She moaned as the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance and began to work inside her. He wasn’t in any rush.

“Yeah, look at that. Taking my cock, opening up for me. This is what this pretty pussy is supposed to do. Be ready to take me whenever I want you.”

In and out, he took his time, making her feel every inch of him.

She didn’t know how much she could take before he grabbed her hips and slammed inside her.

He was so big and deep, it was almost too much.

She held onto the bed. With his hands on her hips, there was nothing to stop her from moving.

Logan didn’t give her a choice though. He held her in place and began to fuck her hard. He wasn’t gentle or kind. His thrusts were hard, forceful, taking what he wanted.

He reached between her thighs and stroked over her clit.

The pleasure was instant, and she couldn’t deny him, didn’t want to.

“I can feel you, Ava. You’re so close. Do you want to come all over my dick?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. I’m going to give it to you, and you’re going to take it all.”

He pinched her clit, stroking out the pain, and she came hard. It felt different with his cock inside her. She milked him, and even as she came, he found his own release.

The hot spill of his cum filled her, and afterward, she collapsed to the bed.

Logan joined her, his weight crushing her back, but she didn’t ask him to leave or to stop. She didn’t want him to. She rather liked having him close.

His fingers stroked up the sides of her body, tracing over her arms, then back down again.

Time seemed to stand still.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Logan Stanford,” he said.

“You know what I mean.”

“Ava, don’t play stupid. You know who I am and what I do. There’s no reason for me to hide it.”

“You’re a crime person?”

“A crime lord is a good one. To different people I’m something else. A pimp, but I don’t work the streets. My girls and boys are here.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “And this makes it better?”

He laughed. “No, I didn’t say I made it better. If my girls want to go, they’re welcome to do so. From what I’ve learned, a pimp on the streets doesn’t allow any of his girls to leave. They have to pay him everything they earn except for a pittance.”

“You pay yours well. I don’t know why I’m having this conversation. It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t know. This. You’re doing stuff that’s illegal.”

“I have legal businesses as well. I’m a wealthy man without all of this.”

“Then why do this at all?”

“If I don’t someone else will.”

“How did this all start?”

He pushed some hair off her face. She stared into his eyes, curious, wanting to know who this man was.

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?”