Blackmailed For Love

Chapter 41: Please, trust me

I knew arguing with him was useless or maybe I just wanted to give in.

I didn't know which it was, but I started to undress.

He didn't turn around but I knew he could see my slight reflection in the windows.

When I was in my bra and panties, he said, "Everything, Elsa."

This time his words were soft, but they still carried his command and authority.

My fingers trembled anew as I unhooked my bra and tugged my panties down.

I shivered as goose bumps peppered my skin and I stood as naked as the day I was born in his pristine office suddenly feeling small and non existent.

"Come here…"

My feet obeyed him before my mind made the decision and I walked to him.

Finally, he turned around.

His eyes locked on mine and he asked, "Are you afraid?"

I opened my mouth but closed it then thought about it and finally replied, "No."

I let him see my vulnerability.

Once upon a time he had fallen for my innocence, maybe this time it would happen again.

"I know you won't to hurt me."

1 The corners of his lips tipped up and he said, "You can't be that stupid to believe that."

I shook my head.

"I know that you won't.

You are hurt and that's why you're doing all this… But deep inside you wouldn't ever hurt me."

In one single step he erased the distance between us and grabbed my hair tightly, pulling my head back, he snarled in my face.

"You don't know what I would do.

The Kristian you knew died when you betrayed him and sent him behind the bars for the crime he didn't commit."

3 I lifted my hand, my eyes blurring with tears.

"If you would just listen to me, Kristian… I had my reasons and you would understand—"

2 He threw me away and I stumbled.

"What I don't understand is why are you still fucking talking.

Get down on your knees so I could shut your mouth!"

I slid down to my knees obeying his order without any word.

"Unbuckle me."

My fingers fumbled with his belt as I tried to unbuckle it.

When it didn't come off, I wanted to scream my head off but then finally he lightly grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away.

I watched as his long fingers unbuckled his belt and then pulled my hands back to his pants.

I unbuttoned him easy enough but then I hesitated as I started to pull his zipper down.

"It's not like you haven't seen my cock before."

He tipped my chin up and looked into my eyes as he said, "Remember, I had fucked you with my cock.

Made you bleed.

Made you come and made you scream and beg for more."

Heat pooled in my belly at his every dirty word and I pulled his zipper down completely without hesitation.

Slipping my hand in his briefs without any prompt, I circled his thick shaft, the warm silky hardness felt familiar and somehow foreign.

It had been too long and what he was demanding me to do, I hadn't done that before.

Except the one time he had tried to force me a while ago.

"I don't have a whole fucking day, Elsa."

He gritted out.

I took a deep breath and tipped my head back so I could look into his eyes as I brought his cock to my mouth.

I wrapped my lips around the thick head and sucked.

Slowly, softly I suckled on his tip.

Kissing it and licking it.

The clear liquid that disappeared on my tongue was tasty musky and salty and smelled fresh.

"Get it down your throat."

His words were harsh and thick and sent jolts of shivers down my spine.

I wrapped my fingers at the base of his cock and licked the underside of the hard cock with the flat of my tongue.

I felt him twitch and I watched how his jaw clenched and his eyes hooded, he looked like he was close to blowing apart.

And when I was done licking and kissing every inch of his hard cock, and felt better that I had made him calm and surrender with pleasure I took him inside my mouth.

I took more than his swollen head and that's when he made it a punishment that it hadn't been before.

He surged forward all of a sudden, lodging the thick head of his cock deep inside my throat and I gagged, instantly tears filled my eyes as I struggled to push him away but instead of pulling back he pressed his hand at the back of my head and started to thrust in and out of my mouth forcefully.

I whimpered and begged with my eyes but he bared his teeth as he gritted out, "Take it… You will swallow every fucking drop.

If one single drop of my come dropped on the floor, I'll make you lick it."

He fucked my mouth without care, letting out deep animalistic growls.

I could see the veins and chords in his neck and temples bulging out as he thrust deep into my throat.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He was merciless and I understood what he meant that I shouldn't trust him, but there was a vulnerability in his revenge too.

"Open wide."

He growled and I did.

My jaw ached but I opened my mouth and throat as wide as I could.

He slammed in and I felt the first burst of his hot come and then more and more followed, filling my mouth.

He slipped out, then said, "Wait…"

He pulled out his phone from his pants that were around his knees and ordered, "Open your mouth.

Show me my come that you'll drink down your throat…"

I obeyed, feeling shame burn my skin and hot heat unfurling in my core.

He clicked a picture and said, "Swallow it."

I did.

It took me some time as it was a lot and also it felt gooey and sticky in my throat.

He helped me stand up and then surprising me he picked me up in his arms and walked to the sofa that was on the right side.

Kristian sat me down on the sofa before he turned around, pulled his clothes to rights and then buckled his pants.

I got a glimpse of his tight arse and shivered involuntarily.

I watched him with half lidded eyes as he walked to the sideboard and poured a glass full of amber liquid from one of the bottles that lined the shelf in a glass casing.

When he returned his eyes were stuck on my lips and I became aware of the strange numbness I was feeling in and around my lips.

The ache in my jaw and the subtle difficulty in my throat when I swallowed my saliva.

I wasn't much for makeup so I was glad that there would be no mascara running down my cheeks but I knew I still looked like a wreck from the way I could feel the tear trails drying on my cheeks.

Also, I felt wrung out like someone just pulled me out of a cyclone and dumped me in the middle of the land where there was nothing as far as eyes could see but I was still reeling inside.

My head was moving in circles.

And I felt lost.

I didn't know what to think anymore.

It hurt.

I felt helpless.

An object to use at his whim.

But also something that he couldn't live without.

The liquid heat in his eyes, the way he had growled and demanded his pleasure, and underneath all that darkness that bright flame of possessiveness.

That was my Kristian.

The lover I had seen in the dark nights in that shed and under the stars, I had seen a glimpse of him today.

1 And he was the reason why I throbbed between my legs.

His grey eyes raked over my naked form and as he came closer those greys darkened like he wanted to spread me wide and eat me up.

I wrapped my arms around my knees as I watched him approach.

He sat the glass on the glass top of a small table near the armrest of the sofa, and then shrugged off the suit jacket and sat down beside me.

I regarded him with a calm gaze.

My heart that had been racing and drumming in my ears was calm too, it thudded in a soft, slow rhythm now, almost lulling me and made me feel like I was in a state of peace.

I wanted to be lost in his gaze but more than that I wanted to have his arms wrapped around me.

I craved the way he used to gather me in arms after we had made love and he knew he had tired me out.

As if reading my thoughts he pulled me in to his lap and wrapped the suit jacket around me.

I snuggled into the warmth of it and inhaled the musky scent which was uniquely his and the hint of cinnamon.

He leaned toward the right and then held the glass of amber liquid to my lips.

I looked up into his eyes, he murmured softly, "Drink."

When I started to wrap my fingers around it, he pulled the glass back and shook his head.

I let my hand drop and when he pressed the lip of the glass to my mouth, I took a small sip.

His other hand caressed the back of my head for a while as I sipped at the bitter liquid that had a very distinctive smoky flavour as it slid down my throat.

With each sip warmth settled in my stomach and my body became languid.

His hand moved to the side of my face and his thumb caressed my bottom lip, my eyelids fluttered closed as I enjoyed his soft touches.

I peeked at him and saw that his eyes remained transfixed on the movement of his thumb as he caressed my cheek, tucked my hair behind my ear and then returned back to the maddening motion of his thumb on my lower lip.

When I had sipped half of the glass I pushed it away, he tossed the remaining drink in his mouth and gulped it down in one big swallow.

The way his throat worked made my thighs clench and I remembered how I had swallowed a mouthful of his come not a few minutes ago.

He put the glass back on the small table and slid his arm around my waist.

His other hand brushed the lapels of his jacket aside and he asked, "Did I hurt you?"

I looked at him, felt the back of his fingers trailing down the slope of my breast.

I wondered why he was asking me this now, when he had just called me stupid for believing that he wouldn't hurt me.

But I didn't remind him of that or throw his cruel words back at him, this time I accepted his softness and answered, "No.

It was just… New.

I hadn't-"

I broke off abruptly.

There was a satisfactory gleam in his eyes and I looked down suddenly feeling shy.

He tipped my face up and leaned down to kiss me.

Our kiss tasted of passion and bitter alcohol and the remnants of affection we felt for each other in the past.

He made me a captive to his hungry lips as his fingers roamed down my stomach, past my navel and abruptly stopped.

He traced a finger just above my mound and my eyes snapped open and I squirmed away from him.

In my haste, I almost fell down from the sofa but he grabbed my arm to steady me and instead of thanking him, I jerked away.

I wasn't ready.

I wasn't ready.

I wasn't! He asked the question that anyone in his position would ask and most of them would already know the answer but apparently he didn't.

"What's that…?"

He tried to turn me around but I evaded his hold and walked to where my clothes were lying on the floor.

"Elsa, I am asking you something, how did this happen?"

When I didn't answer and kept ignoring him because what could I tell him that it was a scar left from the time I had caesarean for I gave birth to your daughter that you didn't know anything about.

And she's so fucking beautiful.

So fucking innocent and everything that has kept me going all these years when I thought I couldn't do this for another day and wanted to give up.

His strong fingers bit into my arms and he turned me around, at least, now I was wearing panties that hid the scar.

He demanded, "Did someone hurt you? Tell me the name, who dared to put a fucking hand on you!"

I stayed there and controlled the urge to break down into pieces.

I said, "Kristian…"

I touched his cheek, he was still furious and looked at me like he was somewhere else.

I caressed his cheek with my fingers and his eyes came to me.

"I want to ask you for something….

Will you give me that?"

"You haven't answered my question?"

I put both my palms on either side of his face and stepped closer.

Keeping my voice low and soft, I said, "I will answer your every question, but just let me know that I can trust you."

He started to step back, his eyes flashing.

"You want me to gain you fucking trust! That's epic.

Do I need to remind you who was the one that got betrayed? Don't you think it would be,"

I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him down until our foreheads touched, I said, "Please.

Please, Kristian… You asked me to beg you… I'm begging you.

Give me your time and trust, just a little and I will tell you everything.

Let me know that I can trust you, please.

And you'll understand then why it happened and what happened? Just once, please…"

He didn't say it but the way he stared at me and then kissed me so roughly like he was angry at me and himself, I took it as his acquiescence for my request.

When he pulled back, he growled.

"Three weeks.

But don't think that these three weeks you won't be expected to follow each and every demand of mine."

"I would never think that."

I said.

"Good."

He tweaked my nipple and I saw a ghost of a smile pull at his lips and also a frown that he didn't hide.

He was feeling confused.

I wanted to stop him from going back to his cold self but I had no way to do it.

He turned around and walked to his desk chair then he sat down in it.

When his eyes fell back on me and took a leisurely sweep down my body, I realised I was still stupidly standing here naked while he sat there and watched me like he was the king and I was his entertainment.

I quickly pulled my clothes on and when I turned back around, I stood there awkwardly and just when I decided to leave he said, "We need to get a phone for you, specifically that can take clear pictures."

I had totally forgotten about it.

The picture I had sent him last night of my breasts.

"You still have it?"

I questioned, my voice coming out high pitched and all squeaky.

He arched a brow.

"Why wouldn't I have it? I asked for it."

"But.."

I licked my lips.

"I thought you would delete it after seeing it."

He looked amused and said, "Why would I do that?"

"I—"I didn't have any answer to that.

"Elsa…"

The demand in that single word had my attention and meeting my eyes, he said, "No one would ever see what's mine and you are mine."

Then he dismissed me with, "Now go, stop distracting me and let me do some work."

When I came out of the office and sat at my desk there was a small smile playing on my lips.

Maybe everything will turn out alright in the end.

Maybe I will really have a chance to explain my side of the story.

Maybe after knowing all that he won't hate me so much… But somewhere deep down I knew he would hate me for keeping his daughter away from him.

Maybe he would forget my betrayal but he won't forgive me for not telling him that he has a daughter all this time and I didn't tell him even when I had the chance.

And it was something that I could not put to rights even if I wanted to.