*This story is entirely fictional*
Right after I posted my last story Noah texted me again, telling me to come over. If you haven't read that one you should really read it first to understand what's going on. I wasn't entirely sure what he wanted, but obviously I was scared. He promised before that if I went through with his little game then that would be the end of things, and he'd leave me alone. A small part of me still hoped that he was telling me to come over just to finalize that, but deep down I knew better.
When I arrived he let me in and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. I begrudgingly sat down and he started talking:
"So, was I right? Do you finally appreciate what you've been missing this whole time?"
"You're an asshole. The only reason I did that was because I had no choice."
"Yeah, but sounds like you enjoyed it." He played an audio clip from the night before while he moved his hand onto my leg and started rubbing my thigh. In the recording I heard myself clearly getting fucked and loudly moaning in pleasure. A few seconds later and I'm begging the guy I met last night to cum in my pussy. The audio is clear; there's no question it's me. I know that he also called me by name a few times, which would have also been recorded, eliminating any doubt.
I glared at him. "You promised me you'd delete everything if I did what you asked."
"Yeah, I did. But then I heard everything you're into last night when you drunkenly confessed. I'm hurt you never shared that with me." I could tell he was being sarcastic. "But don't worry, you'll be opening up soon, and you'll get to live out all your fantasies, and more. If only I had known how easy you were once you were drunk." He smirked at me as his hand moved up my leg.
"Just tell me what you want and let's get this over with."
"It's simple. For the rest of the school year, I own your body. You do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it, or your family finds out what you've done, and your life is destroyed. Now get on your knees."
I knew this was one of the most important decisions of my life. I glared at him, trying to size him up. Would he really go through with it if I refused? Should I try to negotiate? I knew if I gave in then, the amount of blackmail material would just start increasing exponentially, and I'd really be trapped. I thought about the audio of me getting fucked the previous night. I thought about the photos he had of me, every inch of my body clearly on display. He met my eyes, looking calm and self-assured, confident that he had me in checkmate. And fuck, he was right. There was no way out. I let out a deep sigh, lowered my eyes, and got on my knees in front of him. I knew my life was rapidly spinning out of control, but in that moment I had no idea just what I was in store for.
He told me to unzip him, so I did, and then I took out his cock, which was already hard. Seeing it now compared to the one from the previous night and it was definitely smaller, but still substantial. It was the first I had ever seen back when we were dating, but after we broke up I didn't think I'd ever see it again. I licked the bead of precum from the tip and then placed it in my mouth, hoping to get this over with, but I knew my new life was just beginning. After a few minutes he took out his phone, snapped a few pictures, and then started a video.
"What's your name?"