Blackmailing The Untouched

Nothing More

No! I’m not going to be the kind of woman who thinks that I need more now that I’ve had sex with him. It was sex.

Nothing more.

But I don’t believe a word of it even as the words enter my brain. I’ve never had sex before, but I can’t imagine that it always feels so intense, so perfect, so earth-shattering.

“I should be going, now,” I say after I feel my heart begin to patter.

I quickly get off the bed and scramble to find my clothes that have been thrown throughout the room. My cheeks blush darker when I spot some blood on the sheet where I had just been lying. “Can I trust you to keep your word about my father?” I don’t want to look at him longer than I have to when I ask.

I find my panties and bra and quickly slip back into them.

He leans up on his elbows and watches me carefully, “Yes. I won’t say a word.” He nods firmly, and his eyes appear trusting and soft. “Hell, you can even have the folder if you want it.”

I stop searching for the rest of my clothes and face him, “Why?” I ask as I slowly tuck a loose piece of hair behind my ear.

“I got what I wanted.” He nods carelessly. “I don’t need it anymore.”

“Right,” I respond nervously. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t say anything else, and I resume getting dressed, turning my back to him to look for my corset. I find it and attempt to put it on, but before I can, it's ripped from my grasp, and I’m embraced from behind, his strong hands firmly cupping my breasts.

“Don’t go.” He whispers in my ear with sharp teeth as he pushes himself against me. He’s already hard again, ready to go another round. “Stay with me.”

My body is covered with goosebumps, and my legs become jelly once more.

What is he thinking? This was just sex- Sex that I was blackmailed into. I’m not going to stay the night with him after all this.

“No. That wasn’t part of the agreement. I gave you my virginity.” I shake my head fiercely and take the corset from his hand. “I’m leaving.”

“I can make it be.” He warns me in a clipped tone, trying to hold power over my head.

“No. I’m not going to keep having sex with you whenever you want me to.” I refuse to let him bully me into submission. “I’m sure you can have whoever you want. You don’t want me.”

He thinks for a moment and opens his mouth to respond but quickly changes his mind. “You’re right about that,” He says boastfully. I can tell he wants to say something else, but I ignore that fact and finish getting dressed.

“Can you please keep this between us?” I ask him before I start to walk to the door. “Don’t say anything about this?”

“Anna already saw us together.” He brings up. “She’s probably already run her mouth because she’s jealous.”

“Okay, but I’m asking you to keep your mouth shut.” I roll my eyes annoyed that he’s beating around the bush. “I don’t want anyone to know that I had sex with you.”

“I won’t say a word.” He nods with a flicker of irritation on his face.

“Okay.” I nod firmly and then walk out the doorway.

As I’m walking towards the front door to leave, a painful ache develops between my thighs, reminding me that I have just lost my virginity.

Like you could ever forget it.

My heart is pounding loudly in my chest when I finally open the door and feel the cold but calming night air.

I return home half an hour later to the peaceful sound of Dad still snoring on the sofa, his eyelids are no longer forced closed, but instead, they look as though he drifted off to sleep naturally.

I listen for a few exhales of shaky breath before I climb the stairs to shower and get ready for bed myself.

When I cross the threshold of the carpet in my bedroom I close the door and quickly strip out of the skimpy lingerie that I hadn’t even bothered to zip up when I left Zach’s house in a hurry. I leave the garments in a pile on the floor and store the heels inside the farthest corner of the closet.

As I walk to the bathroom, I catch my reflection in the mirrored door of the closet and see what a mess I truly am. I look at my swollen lips and the smeared lipstick around my mouth. I have Raccoon eyes from the way my eyeliner faded, and my beautiful brunette hair is in tangles around my shoulders.

I look like I’ve just been fucked.

I look down at my naked body to see if I can see a difference from when I looked at myself earlier, but I look the same as I did before I had sex.

It takes a moment for the hot water to sputter on, and when it does, I waste no time getting underneath the powerful shower head. The instant the hot water hits my skin, I feel relaxed. I begin my wash routine, but once I try to wash between my legs, I feel the painful ache once more, and I notice that my center is still extremely tender when the water spray hits me there.

My mind tries to wander back to the way Zach was with me, but I push out all the memories that come flying back at me.

I’m not going to allow him to invade my thoughts like this. I’m not giving him any more power than he already has.