Blackmailing my Stepdad

Silence continued to occupy the room that it was almost deafening. We sat across from each other without saying anything for about ten minutes. My step father glanced at the screen, showing the deed he had just done, but would then eventually look at me. Outside, the peacefulness of the neighborhood remained. We could hear the barking of the neighbor's dog or the lawn mower of someone down the street. However, my step father was in a predicament, and I had his life in my hands.

"What do you want, Liam?" he finally asked again, his voice shaking. He no longer had the intimidation he cast earlier nor the confidence that he had control over the situation.. "Money? I can give you money."

I shook my head, evading his gaze as I stared at the screen. After some time, I replied, "I don't need your money."

"Then what?" he raised his voice, leaning forward the table as his elbows scratched the surface. "Tell me what you want and we can work this out. I can give you everything, as long as it's reasonable."

The word reasonable echoed in my head. He seemed to really like that word. The memories of him controlling my life with that word appeared in my head. I should always be reasonable with my actions, he had said.

Enough of the reminiscing, I stood from the table and finally faced his gaze. I bit my lower lip before saying, "I want you to fuck me."

My words dissolved into silence. His face froze while his hands he had been clenching remained still as he stared at me with wide eyes. A minute passed by, then two, then it finally stretched out to a complete silence once again. "You can't be serious," he said after regaining his composure. Color returned to his face, but his mouth hung open.

"I'm not joking, Kristoff," I said his name in the same way he said mine when he would scold me. "You've been fucking another married woman behind mom's back, and it would not be any different if it were me. So why don't you just fuck me, or I send this video to everyone who knows you." The threat escaped my lips like I was just spitting water.

He stared at me with a hint of fear in his eyes. His eyes blinked, then he said, "This is insane." He looked down and exhaled for a long time. "I'm still your stepfather."

"Oh I know exactly the man that you are." I stepped closer to him, the corner of my lips tugging a slight smirk. "You are the man who has been fucking someone else while Mom waits for you, cooks you dinner, and asks how you day was. You are the man who would scold me whenever you think I was doing something that you think is wrong. Yeah, I know who you are. You have no choice but to give me what I want." I rested my hand on his back, feeling the tense muscle there. He flinched a bit, but it was barely noticeable.

He lifted his head to meet my eyes. "Why would you even want that?" he asked.

I wondered about that myself, but as I stared at his body clothed with the dress shirt that was too small for him and remembering the days that he would control every aspect of my life, I feel like the answer was easy to give.

"Does it matter?" I asked, my hand exploring the vastness of his shoulders as it warmed up from the heat coming from him. "You're going to do it either way. Well, unless you'd rather explain to Mom what happened in the bedroom you shared."

His jaw clenched, and his head lowered a bit. It looked like he was still trying to find a way out, but I knew I already had him in a chokehold. After thinking about it, he stood, his movement slow. "Upstairs?" he asked, turning his gaze to me.

I hid my smirk before he looked at me. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the firmness of his nipples, while his manly scent already drove me to oblivion. "Yeah, your bedroom," I said as I removed my hands from him before I pin him down right here in the kitchen.

We walked through the house without saying anything further. We climbed the stairs, but I was no longer wary whether my steps would make a noise or not. My stepfather's footsteps were heavy, pressing into the floor firmly. We passed by a few photos hanging from the corridor, the three of us smiling on the day Mom introduced me to him. Then, we walked into the bedroom, the scent of sex and a woman's perfume still lingering.

The bed remained unmade, the sheets tangled in a way depicted the act that was done here a few moments ago. I started undressing, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. My stepfather stood near the door, watching my pale body emerge from my clothes. He took a step closer to me as he closed the door. I continued, undoing my button, zipper, and letting my jeans fall on the floor. I stopped out of them and pulled my boxer briefs down until I was completely naked in front of my stepfather.

I moved toward him, placing my hand over his crotch and feeling the way his cock twitched beneath his work pants. I squeezed it for a while before my hands climbed up his chest to unbutton his shirt. The scent of him was stronger now, making my head blank as I did his buttons one by one until I could see his chest. His abs laid in front of me while his chest held his pinkish nipples. I played with them for a while before letting my hands follow the happy trails that lead to his cock.