💎 Blackmailed 💄
By
💸 Mr. Billionaire 🎩
By Rosy Johnson
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EPISODE 21&22
♟️THE BOY♟️
“Take the d@mn clothes off or I will ripe it off!!” Micheal bellowed as he sat up straighter, watching her with eyes filled with rage.
She didn’t know why he was suddenly infuriated and she didn’t care.
Melisande took in a deep breath, closing her eyes, when she opened them again he was watching her with interest and she knew, he wanted to watch her undress so he could Füçk her… d@mn! She was gonna go through that again.
She don’t really have a choice does she?
She reached behind her back, touching the small tiny button behind her then undid it, her heart pounded, her breathing coming rapidly as she slowly, ever so gently reached for the helm of her dress then fold it up to her chest before sliding it above her head and letting it fall to the ground beneath her feet.
Micheal watched with interest as her flat belly bottom came to view, she was beautiful inside out no doubt.
but he couldn’t forget her questions, was he into råpe? Fûçk! he wasn’t… all the woman he’d been with over the years wanted it, they’d asked for it and he gave it to them but she made him remember…..
He opened his mouth to tell her to forget it, there were other ways he could get back at her and that was when she slide her bra strip down her shoulder, taking it off completely and and dropping it on the ground.
His throat ran dry, lust, hunger rushed into him in a wave of heat, building desire he couldn’t keep under control, she was beautiful and those B@@bies were just made for him…
The devil inside him fought to take over and he willingly let him. Melisande lowered herself for her pants but his next words stopped her.
“Leave that one,” it was a command.
She swallowed
“Won’t they stay on your way?” she asked even though she forced herself to speak, she was ashamed of herself, embarrassed and disappointed, But then she has greater plans.
If she don’t let him do what he wanted she can’t accomplish her revenge, she needed this revenge like she needs cigar. Ever since she came out of coma she have never be touched and the thought terrified her to the core…
“I will take care of it when I need to,” he said, still seated on the bed, his tone husky and rough. “Seat on my lap,” he ordered.
Melisande glanced at him then gulp again, she could see the bulge in his trousers, he was huge no doubt and she could feel her whole body shaking, nearly visibly shaking but she was holding herself at bay.
She did as she was told, tying to seat but he made her lay instead and she didn’t object.
Fûçk! She couldn’t remember the last time she was this vulnerable, weak and helpless. Füçk!!!
She felt Micheal’s large Palm stroke her flesh, those awful memories pushing in at her but she closed her eyes and shoved them, trying to remember anything that will clear the image off her head, any fûçking good memories… but she found none.
Her fûçking mind disappointed her.
She felt the smacking sound of flesh on flesh, her âss stung but he spanked her again.
“That’s for being a bad girl,” he smacked her âss cheeks again.
Her underwear was G string so it was easy for the spanking without any obstacle.
“For Hitting my fûçking balls,” he smacked her again
She felt the stings, the shaking of her body, the lump on her throat but she fought them back, refusing to give in to let them show.
“Get up and hold the dressing table,” he ordered, tugging at her.
She got on her feet and did as he was requested, bending over on it and waiting for him to come take her.
Fûçk!! fûçk! fûçking fûçk it!! those past awful memories hurts, it hurts like hèll and he wants her to relive it again, she’s gonna end him. She’s gonna find a way out of this and end him.
She heard the rustling of clothes and figured he was taking off his dress, few minutes later she felt his hold on her underwear as it went from her waist to her hips then her thigh to her knees before sliding off her body completely.
She close her eyes, waiting for him, biting on her lower lips as that night chapter opened in her mind, she was gonna waste him, she must end him no matter what. She’d never like him but with this… she h@tëd him like Sh|t, if only her traitorous body will cooperate
“Agh!!” a painful whimper escaped her lips as she felt him inside her without a warning, what was she think? He was an âsshølé.
“Oh, Sugar! Did I go too rough?” he breathed on her ear.
“Fûçk you!!” her voice was shaky and she knew her whole body was also shaking but this thing called arousal that god gave everybody just won’t let her pûssy run dry, she was stupidly wet and she h@tëd it, why will she be wet for him? Why should her body react to his touch? She h@tëd all of it.
Micheal’s hands went to her waist and he positioned her the way he wanted, pulling out slowly he th-ru_st back in again, his palm connecting with her äss-cheek
“Ouch!” she let out another whimper then bit her lips.
“You like that don’t you?” he asked, smirking as he drove into her again, hitting her hard and rough, making sure she felt all the pain as he took her over and over, fûçking her pûssy without mercy.
She needs to know who’s in charge and he was!
He increased his pace with every th-ru_st, every whimper she gave was like fuel to his body but he wanted her to Mõ@n louder, to Mõ@n his name so he turned her over, his hand going to her neck as he lifted her feet off the ground with just an hand, hunger in his eyes as he pressed her onto the table, everything on it went clattering on the floor.
With an hand on her neck and dîçk still buried deep inside her, he pounded, tightening her hold around her neck and fûçking her in the most brûtal way ever,
She was gonna beg and plead before he lets go of her.
“Oh fûçk!” she Mõ@ned, unable to contain the joy of pleasure, her body might be shaking cos of the trauma but the same body wanted this and is reacting to his every touch.
“Fûçk me! Fûçking go harder!!” she Mõ@ned senselessly, reaching fro his neck but he grasped her hand with his free hand, yanking it above her head then pinned it there.
The sound of his balls slamming against her âss filled the room as he took her over and over, fûçking her with urgency.
He wanted to see blood and he most see it.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, choking her as he fûçked her, towering his large body over her and staring her directly in the eyes.
“Tell me to slow down and I will,” he said th-ru_sting deeper and faster, nearly hitting her womb.
Her pûssy walls tight around him but he felt the awareness of it, as though she was made for him and she was until the contract is over.
Melisande rode the wave of ecstasy, swimming in pleasure.
“Tell me to stop slave…”
“HARDER!!”
~~~~
NEXT MORNING, HIGHSCHOOL
The teacher walked into the class and everywhere became quite, beside him was a guy who happens to be known other than Blaise, he had his backpack hanged on his shoulder.
“A new student will be joining us today and I hope you all makes him feel welcomed,” the teacher announced then turned to Blaise.
“Introduce yourself,” he said calmly
“I’m Blaise, I hope we all get along,” he said simply
From the back seat the same guy he met the other time scoffed, his arms wrapped together.
🗣️He’s handsome,”
🗣️I Know right,”
🗣️He’s hot,”
🗣️Does he have a girlfriend? Cos I’m single,”
Murmurs and whispers kept coming from the students but he maintained a straight face
“Go in,” the teacher said and took his files, walking out of the class
“Come seat here,”
“Over here,” Jasmine pushed Ella out of her position, touching the chair for him but didn’t even look at her.
Blaise walked straight to Cherry, settling by her side and she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes before lifting her gaze to see almost all the girls staring at her as if to mûrdèr her.
She focus back on the book she was reading, ignoring him as though she’ve never seen him before.
“I see you get a crush,” the same guy walked over to their seat, a comb on his hair, with all his shirt buttons left open, he had a chewing gum in his mouth with both hands stuck in his trouser pocket.
“Will see you after school and just so you know she’s mine so back off,” one of his friends tugged at his shirt and he backed away
Blaise never speak, he just stared at the guy. All he needed was a safe place to bury the bastard. He isn’t a student…. hèll no! He’s only here cos Cherry needed protection and he’s here to guarantee that, even if it mean taking some thugs out of the way then he’s fûçking doing it.
“Stop staring, his name is Frankie, the chief of police department’s son, he goes away with any crime and still be worshiped like a god,” Cherry said in a low whisper
As if to confirm what she just said, Blaise glance back again only to see the fûçking guy holding a fellow student by his hair and slapping the nerd continuously, he made to stand but she held him back, pulling on his shirt and shaking her head sideways.
From where Jasmine and her crew was watching, she fisted her hand, gritting her teeth while plotting of how to take Cherry out of the picture, the fûçking girl always goes for what was hers.
A teacher walked into the class but Frankie didn’t stop what he was doing, he simply dragged the nerd up by his hair then turned to the teacher.
“Mr. Edward you can continue,” he said like an order and the teacher simply nodded
Blaise couldn’t believe it, Did he just nod? What the fûçk!
~~~
THAT EVENING
Ever since Melisande came back she haven’t said a word to anybody, Joy tried getting her to talk but the lady won’t just speak to anyone.
Since morning she’ve been in bed and staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly she got off bed and went into the bathroom, a short moment later she came out dripping wet.
She walked over to her clothes room and the next minutes she walked out, looking all beautiful.
“Were are you going girl?” Joy asked surprised and confused at the same time.
Melisande completely ignored her.
“Arthur is on his way coming….” Melisande slammed the door.
She went into her Rolls Royce and speed off. It was a 40 minutes drive that brought her straight to her mother’s door step. She went straight to the door and opened it but wasn’t lucky enough cos that was exactly when Maverick was about to open the door.
The boy froze instantly, his blood turning cold.
“All the better,” Melisande grabbed his collar, going outside with him
She didn’t give a rat âss if he was her son… did she say her son? She has no son, she just woke up from coma after three fûçking years only to be told that she has a baby, who the hêll is that?
After making sure the rope she tied around Mavericks hand were strong enough, she opened her car trunk and throw him in there, his mouth gagged so he won’t be able to scream. Melisande walked over to the driver said, closing the door behind then she turned on the engine, looking up she saw her mother standing in front of her car, arms spread.
She horned over and over but the woman stood there and refused to move, after three minutes went by Melisande alighted from her car….
“Kîll me! Why didn’t you move the car and kîll me?” Juliet shouted, walking briskly towards her.
Melisande totally ignored her, she went to the trunk and opened it, dragging Maverick out then dumped him on the ground, she didn’t even care if he got injure or not.. he should even be lucky her mother came for his rescue
FûçK! she h@tëd them, h@tëd him even though he has nothing to do with her R@PE… his father did it and until she kîllêd them all she will never be happy.
Juliet ran over to Maverick.
“Melisand, he did nothing…”
“I don’t want to hear it so keep it to yourself!” Melisand snapped but was rewarded with a slap.
She scoffed and that angered her mother cos the woman slapped her again
“Why do you h@të me so much,” Juliet hand hung in the air immediately after hearing that, slowly she turned her head to Maverick who’s soaked in tears.
Melisande snorts
“Easy, I h@të you! Your fathers were rapists, they took everything from me… all of it. Once upon a time I was a normal happy girl until they took everything in me and I will make sure you live to suffer the pain they coursed me!!” she rasped, her voice coated with rage and sorrow.
“Your father’s shove their dîçk in my mouth…”
“Melisande!!!” Juliet yelled with caution, hitting her back but she walked over to Maverick instead, gripping his collar so the little boy will look at her.
“Their dîçks filed every hole I have, so tell me why should I love you? Your face reminds me of that day I didn’t want to remember and I h@të you for that…”
“but I didn’t ask to be born,” Maverick hiccuped.
“I didn’t ask you to come either, but I will kîll your fathers and when I’m done with them and you’re still living in my house, I will waste you too cos you will grow up and be nothing but the son of his fathers, a rapist!!” she went into her car.
“If I was a girl, will you h@të me?” Maverick asked
The car drove off roughly with his question hanging in the air unanswered.
“I h@të her, when I grow up I’m gonna kîll her,” Maverick hiccuped, tears flowing down his cheeks, he was heartbroken.
Juliet pulled him into a hug.
“No son, that’s what she wants, she wants everybody to h@të her especially you. She’s just doing all this so you will h@të her and once you do that she will be gone and never come back so, please don’t,” Juliet said, trying to hold back her tears but they came rolling down her eyes anyways.
“I’m done loving her granny, you keep telling me she will change but she keeps getting worse…”
“That’s cos your love is affecting her, can’t you see? She h@tës herself, she’s only hanging on by a trade and you’re that trade, once she noticed that you don’t love her anymore she will be gone and never came back, probably do something that will put her behind bars for a long time or travel far away and never come back until they call me to come and pick her ashes, so please don’t h@të her,” Juliet explained wishing Maverick would understand.
“Grandma Juliet, Is my dad a rapist? And why did she say “Fathers?” he asked staring at his Grandmother with curious eyes.
“Don’t listen to her, she says many things when she’s mad,” Juliet replied and he sniffed.
Maverick sniffed
“You wanna go buy some ice cream?” Juliet asked and his face brightened.
She went inside, quickly returned with a few dollars
“Buy wh@tëver you need,”
~~~
Maverick sat in front of the supermarket, watching as people strode pass, thinking about his life and wondering if his mother would have h@tëd him the same if he was a girl?
He wish to meet his father some day cos he has Many questions…
“Are you alright?” A little girl asked, coming to a stop in front of him.
Her English was different from American English making him raise his brow but he quickly composed himself.
“Hey,”
“I was passing with my papa and I saw you seating here alone and sobbing, are you alright?” She said again in the same accent.
“Maya, we’ve got to go,” An older man called waving at them from his car.
She glances back at him.
“Daddy,”
“Let’s go sweetie,” the man said again and she nodded.
“I’m coming my darling….”
“Maya I have warned you to stop calling my husband that,” a young woman came out of the car Instantly.
She giggled.
“Mother, he’s my darling you can deal with that, and Daddy, I am coming,” she smiled, turning to Maverick once again.
“You’re not from this state are you?” He asked with raise brows
“I’m afraid not, I’m from London, hope to see you again Stranger,” she wave at him, rushing off to meet her parents.
Maverick smiled, she was just cute and lovely, the little interaction with her parents show’s how much adorable she was…
“Ha, look who we have here,” Mateo laughed, standing in front of him.
“Go away,” Maverick mumbled, lowering his head.
“And why should I? By the way who’s the pretty girl you were speaking with? Would like her to be my girlfriend,” he added, smirking as he says that.
“Go away!!”
“Or what? What can you possibly do? Huh? My grandmother said your granny is a slût….” A powerful punch landed on his mouth, bursting his lips.
“Mateo!!” Micheal voice echoed off.
Maverick was about giving him another punch when he was Micheal approaching so he took off…
“Get that boy!!!”
TBC 😁😀😍💖
As e dey hot 🥵
