Filthy Surrender:The Forbidden Files

Blackmailing the Billionaire (2)

Chapter Two -

POV: Charis.

“I need you to sign a contract”.

Lysander said and walked around his desk without looking at me. I straightened, watching him while my p***y still pulsed with a heartbeat of its own as though he was still inside me.

He pulled open a drawer and withdrew a single sheet of paper, sliding it across the polished wood.

“Read it”, he said in a low and even voice. “Every line”.

I stayed standing, my dress still torn open from earlier, while my skin prickled under his gaze.

My fingers shook as I picked up the page. Then my brows furrowed as I read the content.

Six months.

Live-in.

Full submission.

In exchange, he would clear every debt I owned, he would cover my rent, and give me a monthly allowance—Three million dollars—that made my head spin.

At the bottom of the page, a blank line waited for my signature.

“You can't be serious”, I whispered, eyes still scanning the page.

He moved away from his side of the desk and then stepped behind me. He was close enough that I felt the heat of his body.

“I'm always serious when I protect what is mine. Sign, and your life changes. Refuse, and those photos you have will be turned against you, you go public with your name attached”.

What did he even mean?

But I couldn't even think because he was really close to me.

My breath hitched. “I…I came here to get money. Not to become your—”.

“Property”, he finished for me, his hand sliding up my spine just for his fingers to curl around the back of my neck. “You wanted control. Now I'm offering you the price”.

I swallowed hard, eyes darting over the clauses again. “Six months and I'm free?”.

“If you survive them”, he answered, voice dropping low as he received the paper from me. “Now. Strip”.

The command landed like a slap and heat flooded my face even as my hands moved, pushing the ruined dress off my shoulders until it pooled at my feet.

I stood bare in the middle of his study, n*****s tight, with thighs already slick from what he had done to me earlier.

He guided me forward until my hips met the desk again. Then he pulled out leather cuffs from nowhere and before I knew it or could protest, it was buckled around my wrists.

He fastened them to hidden rings on the desktop, forcing me to bend, ass up, and legs spread.

“Wait—”. Slap. “Ahhh!”.

The first smack landed sharply across my right cheek loudly. I gasped, my body jerking against the restraints.

“Lesson One”, he said, palm rubbing the sting. “You don't speak unless I ask a question”.

Slap.

“AHH!”. I cried again but loudly as this one was harder and given on my left ass cheek.

Slap.

Heat bloomed across my skin and each strike of his palm pushed me forward until my breasts pressed against the cool wood.

“Please—”.

“Please what?”. He growled, fingers dipping between my legs to find that I was soaked. “Already dripping and I've barely touched you”.

“Uhh..”. A moan slipped out as two thick fingers pushed inside and started curling deep. I closed my eyes, my hips rocking back without permission and the leather restraints pressed harshly against my wrists.

“You came to blackmail me”, he continued in a calm voice while his fingers f****d me steadily. “Now you're going to learn what happens when you play games with a man you know too well doesn't lose”.

“Tsssss…”.

He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with something thicker. It was the blunt head of his c**k pressing against my entrance again.

“Please —”. My voice came out breathy, as I pressed into his c**k, needing it inside of me.

But he didn't thrust in. Instead, he held there, letting me feel the stretch without relief.

“Sign the contract and I'll let you come”, he said. “Refuse and I'll edge you until you're sobbing”.

My voice cracked. “I…I need to think—”.

Slap.

“f**k!”. I cried as the spanking resumed, harder now. He alternated between spanking both my ass cheeks until my skin burned and my c**t throbbed.

I f*****g needed to be touched. At that point, every slap made my walls clench around nothing.

“Think faster”, he growled, leaning over my back, with hot breath against my ear. “Or I'll decide for you”..

He reached around, fingers finding my swollen c**t and he started rubbing tight circles that made my legs shake.

“Mmm …uhhhhhhh…ahhhhhh. Ang..ahhh”. I kept moaning.

Just as the pressure built, he stopped and withdrew his hand. I whimpered and pushed back in a bid to chase his hand.

“Not yet”, he said. “You haven't earned it”.

Fuck him.

The cuffs rattled as I pulled against them, frustration and need twisting low in my belly. He spanked me again.

Three sharp strikes.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Then he slid back inside me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely.

“Oh god—”.

“That's not my name”, he said, hips snapping forward. “Try again”.

“Please —f**k—Lysander!”.

He set a brutal pace that made each thrust drive me against the desk. His hand stayed on my c**t, rubbing fast, and pushing me towards the edge only to pull away again.

He was doing this on purpose.

My moans turned desperate and broken. “I'll sign”, I gasped in a hoarse voice, finally. “Just let me come—please—”.

He slowed, grinding deep while he continued rubbing lazy circles on my c**t now. “Say it clearly”. He said in a low and dark voice.

“I'll sign the contract”, I repeated, tears pricking my eyes from the denied release. “I'll be your submissive for six months”.

He rewarded me by rubbing my c**t again, harder and faster, until the orgasm crashed through me so violently my knees buckled.

“Ohhhhhh…. fuuuuccckkk!!!”.

The cuffs held me up while he kept thrusting, dragging another climax out before I could catch my breath.

“Oh—”. I choked. “—god!”.

When he finally pulled out, I felt hot spend on my reddened ass. When he was done spilling his c*m on me, he leaned down and pressed his lips to my ear.

“Good girl. Now pick up the pen”.

My hand trembled as I signed my name — Charis Woodrow— the ink drying on the page that sealed my fate for the next six months.

He unlocked the cuffs and helped me stand on shaky legs, and handed me a silk robe. I put it on.

But where was he getting all these stuff from? First it was the handcuffs and now, a robe.

“Lesson one learned”, he said, satisfaction twinkling in his eyes. “Never blackmail a billionaire. Especially not one whose dungeon photos you stole”.

I clutched the robe tighter, my body still humming and my mind spinning

Six months.

Live-in.

Submission.

And I wasn't ready to surrender but now that I had signed the contract, there was no going back.

“Next”. He said with a smile and I had a very bad feeling about that one.

“Follow me. We're going to my dungeon”.