Blackmail by Lady Danika

Blackmail
by Danika Stonesoul



"This is blackmail," he said.

"I know," she said.

He nodded. But she noticed he didn't protest as he yawned and laughed and told everyone he was going to take his date home and call it a night.

He opened her door for her and they drove silently back to the corner where he had picked her up. From there she gave him directions to her house. She noticed that his hands shook on the steering wheel. "Don't worry," she said quietly. "Just be a good boy and everything will be okay."

He pulled up in front of her home. She felt mildly embarrassed about the little apartment but then stopped herself. It was clean and well decorated. It wasn't much but it was hers and she covered the bills. He turned off the ignition and put his hands back on the wheel. "Now what?"

"Come around and let me out of the car. We go in."

He did as she said and they walked up the path together. She let him guide her step so that she didn't fall in her heels on the uneven ground and he opened the front door for her. At the entrance she pulled one of her scarves off the hall tree and twisted it lightly in her hands before going to sit at the kitchen table. He sat down beside her and she shook her head. "No. Make coffee. There's decaf in the freezer. The coffee maker is on the counter." She pointed.

He nodded but got up and did as he was told. She continued to move the scarf in her hands. It was red and black, thin and gossamer but still a very sturdy material. He moved about the kitchen, pouring water from the decanter into the coffee maker and measuring out the grounds. When it was brewed, he looked for cups and she pointed to the cabinet above the sink. He brought her a steaming mug and then pulled a chair out. She shook her head again and he pushed the chair back in. She heard him sigh. "On your knees," she said. And she looked pointedly to the floor.

"In these slacks?"

She nodded. "And you may call me 'Miss'"

He groaned, but complied. She sipped her coffee delicately from the heavy porcelain mug before looking down at him. "Take off my shoes and set them to the side."

"Yes, Miss."

He did so, delicately, slipping the stilettos off her feet. His hands slid along her stockinged arches with a soft caress before he released her feet and she sit them to rest on his thighs when he was done. She saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.

Jane shifted in her seat. She lifted her left hand and slipped the tip of her index finger into her mouth and nipped the end of her black leather glove between her teeth before tugging. She followed suit with each of the other fingers to loosen the glove and then peeled it slowly down her wrist and off her hand. She watched her face as he did so and he blinked.

Then off with the other glove.

She absently sucked on the end of her ring finger.

Gregory's looked up at her and opened his mouth but before he could say anything Jane just shook her head and rested her feet on his thighs. "You do realize that you made two mistakes..." He shook his head softly. "Mmhmm... " she said. "First, you hired an escort as your date... and second, you didn't check my references."

He nodded and his eyes bulged a little. She cracked a grin at him. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not an axe murderer or anything."

She leaned over and unbuttoned his shirt, flicking the buttons open one at a time in a line down his chest before she let the long nail on her index finger trail down his sternum and then smoothed the shirt over his shoulders. He shuddered.

"Hold out your hands, palms up and wrists together."

He balled his hands into white knuckled fists at his side and she heard him grind his teeth together. She tilted her head to the side and looked at him steadily. He held up his hands and opened them. She lifted the scarf and carefully wrapped it round itself onto his wrists into a shackle knot. All those lessons her brothers had ignored in boy scouts when she'd been paying attention had paid off after all.

He looked around the little dining area. Her make up was still scattered on the table and in her rush, she'd left a few dishes in the sink. "So this is your home?" he said.

She nodded quietly, intent on checking the knots before pushing his arms up and over his head so that his wrists were at the back of his neck. "There..." she said, finally satisfied, "keep your hands behind your head."

He sighed. "Are you really serious about this? I could have you arrested."

She blinked, amused, and pinched his cheek playfully. "If you did, the scandal would likely cost you your job." She lifted her hands and spread them reading the imaginary headline. "C.E.O Gregory Magne hires Escort for Benefit Ball." She nodded to herself and him both. "Nope. That won't do at all. You'll just have to be a good boy and play along."

She lifted her leg and let it rest on his shoulder. She saw him raise one eyebrow. "Don't even think about looking up my skirt, Gregory." He looked away discretely and she began peeling down her pantyhose, first one leg and then the other. "Now open your mouth."

He groaned but did as he was told. She wadded the pantyhose into a small ball which went into his open mouth and distended his lips. He looked up at her plaintively and she smiled, leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Now, isn't this a fun little game?"

He shook his head vigorously but did not spit out the pantyhose.

Jane stood up and went to the closet.  Over the past couple of years she had amassed a small set of toys that she kept in a shoe box in the coat closet.  Gregory watched her warily as she pulled down the box from the top shelf and brought it to the table.  He mumbled against the gag and she ignored him.

Jane opened the box delicately, lifting the lid with the tips of her fingers as if it were an expensive gift, smiling to herself and then setting the lid aside. Gregory tried to sit up on his haunches to see inside, but she pressed the flat of her palm on his shoulder and forced him back to his knees.  With his hands still tied behind his head he lost his balance and nearly fell over, teetering like a weeble wobble before regaining his equilibrium. "Just be patient," she said. "I'll show you everything... when I'm good and ready."

She pulled out the clothes pins first... wooden ones and laid them on the table one at a time in a neat row.  There were twelve of them.  She looked at Gregory and smiled again.  "These are good for more than drying clothes you know."

She slid her stockinged foot further up his thigh, pressing her toes against his obvious erection and he ducked his head, his cheeks flushing crimson.  "Well it's evident someone wants to play with all these toys..." she said.

Greg shook his head again.  Jane tutted loudly.  "Every time you shake your head -- when you don't really mean it -- I'm going to use one of these --" And she held up one of the clothespins next to his nose.  He looked at it so intently his eyes nearly crossed.  "What do you think of that?"

His eyes widened and started to shake his head... then he nodded, slowly, instead. Jane grinned and pinched open the end of the clothespin and reached out to clamp it gently on his right nipple.  She saw his eyes close and he groaned against the gag, but his hands remained steady behind his head.  She leaned up against his side and whispered in his ear.  "Do you like that?"

He started to shake his head... stopped... then began to nod slowly... then moaned in utter desperation at the predicament.  It didn't matter what he answered.  She decided if there were to be more clothespins.  Not him.

He opened his eyes and looked at her face.  Jane tilted her head and looked back.  His body slackened suddenly and his legs relaxed, his kneel widening.  She saw the evidence of his arousal hard against the fly of his slacks and he rocked back with it.  She nodded slightly, reached forward with another clothespin and pinched it onto the neglected and waiting nipple.  His eyes closed and she leaned down to kiss his eyelids... letting her lips press against the fluttering lashes.

Jane leaned back and looked at Gregory's now rapt face.  He was suddenly a man transformed.  She had an abrupt recollection of her brother when they were children.  It was just after Christmas and he had opened his gift from Santa... a new race car he had been wanting for months.  Gregory had that look on his face.  Jane smiles and traced a line down his temple with the pad of her finger to his lower lips where the gag still extended his mouth just slightly.  He opened his eyes and they were slightly glazed.

She reached down and and gently removed the clothespins.  He blinked as the blood rushed back to his nipples and managed a gasp even with the pantyhose in his mouth.  Her foot continued to move against the fly of his expensive slacks.

"Don't you wish you were naked for me?" she said casually.

He nodded, watching her face.

"If I let you talk will you be a good boy?"

He nodded again.

She reached down and helped him lose the pantyhose gag.  He coughed violently for a minute and swallowed hard.  "Thank you, Miss," he said.

Jane smiled.  "Tell me what you want."

He swallowed hard again and she saw his fingers curl into tight fists behind his head where they were still bound.  She knew he was exerting self control.  If he really wanted, he could bring his hands forward and the game would be up.  "To be naked for you, Miss."

She smiled and leaned forward, and let her tongue flick out against the seam of his lips.  He pressed them together and she licked the slim line as if it were the seal of an envelope that she could open with a delicate touch.  He shivered and his mouth opened slightly.  She laughed and pulled away.  "No," she said simply. "It's about what I want."

He groaned and the sound was guttural. "Yes, Miss."

She smiled.  "Now you're learning."

Jane slid her fingers down his naked chest, and her nails caught lightly in the soft mat of chest hair as she trailed her index finger down to the dark shadow above his waistband.  He kept his eyes down and his bound hands behind his head like he'd been instructed.  She leaned in and softly kissed the corner of his mouth.  His lips were soft and yielding but he didn't move, made no effort to push against her or demand.  "Good boy," she whispered." And she felt her breath flutter against his lips between their mouths.

She let her tongue flick out and touch the seem of his lips.  He shuddered. It seemed to be becoming a practiced motion with him.  "Please, Miss..."

She sat back a moment and looked at him. "What is it?"

"Don't toy with me, Miss..."

Jane reached forward and plucked off the clothespins from Gregory's nipples.  "Who said I was playing games? This is all very serious..."  He flinched as each clothespin was removed and she hid a soft smile.

"Of Course, Miss."

Jane tapped one of the clothespins absently against her lower lip and looked at him thoughtfully. "Had you planned on asking me for sex?"

She saw him blanch and he shook his head violently.  "No, Miss.  Truly.  I hadn't..."

She believed him.  "A man of your stature could have any woman on your elbow. Why an escort."

He flushed red in his sudden and apparent embarrassment and his neck stayed white and it was an odd mixture of colors as his face turned mottled.  "Because... that's just it, Miss." He said quietly. "I could have any woman and they'd all want the same. With an escort I thought I could pay for the night and no strings attached..." he looked away quickly.

Jane nodded and remembered quietly how he had looked up at her with glassy eyes as she'd teased his nipples to hardness with the clothespins.  She remembered the dinner... and the dance... and leading him on the floor.  She smiled as she looked down. He'd kneeled rather easily. "Look... no charge for the evening."  She reached behind his head and took a hold of his hands.  "Let me untie your knots for you.

He looked at her curiously.  "Miss... wait."

Jane shook her head and looked at him, her face softening. "No... there are no strings attached. You can go. We are even."  She tugged the knots loose on his hands and the scarf fell away between them.  She felt suddenly guilty. Gregory Magne was a man trapped in more ways than one. She felt sorry for him.

"Miss?"  His voice had gone quiet, subdued.  She looked at him and saw that his face was contorted in indecision and confusion and even... rejection?  He looked down at his unbound hands and frowned, then he looked back up at her. He shook his head slightly and put his wrists back together and then slid his hand back over his head as if they were still bound. He cleared his throat.  "Then I won't pay you... Miss. But let me stay.  Please."

She arched a brow and his lower lip quivered.  She reached for his face and she touched the stubble on his jaw.  Her hand smoothed down the side of his neck and rested against his collar bone before encircling his neck so that her palm rested against his Adam's apple where his pulse beat against her skin. She nodded. "You can stay..." she whispered.