A Little Leverage

Becca stared at the bland aluminum of the garage door ahead of her, the headlights of her car reflecting back, effectively blinding her.

It had been such a long day in the office. Her eyes shifted to the large green door of her home and though she loved her family to death, she could feel apprehension building. She just wasn't prepared to confront the non-stop stimuli of a full house after a day like today and the hand resting on the vibrator in her hand instead of reaching for the handle of her car door spoke volumes.

Its just a little stress relief, she told herself. Just a few minutes she could call her own, where she didn't have to answer calls, emails, settle arguments, cook dinner....just a different kind of pressure. A momentary indulgence. A spike of endorphins and dopamine. Then she'd straighten herself out and resume her adulthood.

Really, no different than getting an order of fries on the way home and eating them in the car before anyone realized she'd gotten home-- only instead of brushing salt and grease from her fingers, she'd just have to pretend she hadn't orgasmed in the non-privacy of her driveway.

She ventured a glance in her rearview mirror. Dusk was falling. The manicured streets appeared calm and settled, each of her neighbors already performing their own version of suburban bliss behind closed doors. No one in sight. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt, drawing the fabric higher and exposing her thighs as a familiar buzz filled the interior of her Kia Soul. Just a few minutes of escape. Who would ever know?

Becca's heart pounded as the first orgasm claimed her. The fist gripping her skirt relaxing only to claw at the collar of her shirt, pulling it down and away to expose one dark, already hardening nipple. She pinched and clawed at her breast as the first orgasm began to fade. Normally one orgasm would be enough but she wanted more! Needed it. When would she get another chance to moan and grind against her hand like no one could hear her? She pressed it against her clit with renewed desire, eager to draw at least one more orgasm from her body before pulling herself back together.

Her body writhed and bucked, the familiar pressure building in her hips and thighs. She pulled at the shirt again, exposing her other breast and delivering an unforgiving pinch to the freshly exposed flesh. That spark of pain sent her over the edge, the car rocking with each jolt of pleasure as the second climax was wrenched from her deliciously wet center.

Tempted as she was to chase a third orgasm, her poor clit couldn't take the vibration anymore. Gasping for breath, Becca pulled her hand away and let her body settle in the cocktail of sensations and hormones flooding her system. Her thumb tapped the button and Becca was once again left in the silence of her little 4-door sedan, her exposed sex, breasts, and panting the only evidence of what had just happened.

She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, finally feeling grounded enough to open her eyes and consider pulling her clothes back into place. Shaking the haze away, she sat up straight just as her eyes focused on the garage door in front of her again. Becca froze.

He was standing in front of her car, leaning casually against the garage door, and looking straight at her.

Her neighbor, Marcus.

Becca's mind raced. How long had he been standing there? How much did he see? What did he hear? She reached for the door handle but noticed her breasts were still exposed. She pulled the shirt up and pushed her dress back over her legs. She reached for the handle, looking up in a panic and preparing a multitude of excuses to explain what Marcus thinks he saw. But he was gone.

Becca jumped out of the car and looked in the direction of his house, just as he disappeared through his front door.

Her heart pounded again just as a different buzz sounded from inside the car, this time her phone.

A new message, the brief notification read on the screen.

Becca swallowed hard. She'd never had an issue with Marcus and while she hoped the message would be from literally anyone else. she knew she wasn't that lucky. She reached for the phone and unlocked the screen. Sure enough, the message was from Marcus.

"That was a helluva show."

The rest of the evening was a blur. Somehow dinner got made, the kids showered and put to bed. But the entire time Becca was keenly aware of her phone, her eyes darting back to its screen, waiting-- waiting for the buzz of a notification, for a new message.

She hadn't responded. It didn't look like the type of text an angry neighbor would send. And the shower...that was a surprise. Becca would be a liar if she'd said her thoughts of Marcus were always pure. Seeing him as nothing but a kind neighbor. She'd challenge any single mother to say they've never imagined what a handsome neighbor might be like outside of HOA meetings and block parties.

But she fucked herself to the idea of him watching her. Of what it might have been like if he'd opened the car door instead of just watching. Maybe he was thinking the same thing...

He hadn't sent anything after that last text and it...irked her.

In her bed, phone in hand, she made a very interesting choice. She opened her phone and the message from Marcus again. Her fingers moved faster than common sense could stop her.

BECCA: Does that mean you enjoyed it?

Send.

She bit her lip, watching the screen. Nothing. No ellipses. No read status.

"What the fuck am I doing??" she hissed to herself. She pressed the power button and turned to set it on her nightstand. Her fingertips were still touching it when it buzzed. Snatching it back, she opened the device and saw the response.

MARCUS: What do you think?

A file followed after. Becca hesitated, but the smile on her face told a very different story. She tapped it and the file opened to reveal a very clear image of Becca in her car, legs open, vibrating toy against her pussy.

At first she had no words but the shock quickly wore off.

BECCA: Marcus...what is this? Did you take pictures of me??

Almost immediately...

MARCUS: Obviously. I may also have a video. 😇

Becca swallowed the lump in her throat and replied.

BECCA: What the fuck? Marcus! We have to talk!

Nothing. One minute passed. Five minutes passed, an eternity really. This time Becca didn't dare put the phone down. Finally...

MARCUS: We will talk. Soon.

And he didn't reply anymore that night.

The house was finally settled for the night. This would have usually been moment Becca collapsed into bed but sleep was impossible. Not until she and Marcus got things straight. He had images of her on his phone. She needed to know what his intentions were with them...and with her.

She wasn't used to not being in control. Managing the house, raising the kids alone, working hard with a potential promotion hanging in the balance. She couldn't afford distractions. She couldn't afford complications. She definitely couldn't afford the scandal if anyone else saw her the way Marcus saw her. She'd never be taken seriously again.

She thought of asking Marcus to delete the pictures. On one hand, it would be a relief-- one less wild card hanging over her head.

On the other hand, she didn't want him to. She couldn't deny the danger, the threat thrilled her.

Could Marcus be trusted? At this point, did that even matter?

Marcus held all the cards and Becca again admitted she was very much in trouble.

Pretending their brief contact had no effect was doomed. The blush rose all to easily in her skin despite its light caramel tones. The best she could hope for was keeping her back to him, hiding how immediate her body reacted to him while her mind spiraled for answers.

She barely heard the door close but the lock turning and the bolt sliding into place was unmistakable. Becca questioned the wisdom of seeking him out now, giving him the advantage being in his own home.

She looked around and noted his house was immaculate. Everything matched, nothing looked out of place. It couldn't have been more different from the chaos in her home.

She risked a glance over her shoulder then, finding him at ease on the leather sofa. The smug look on his face...it was almost enough to shake Becca free of her conflicting desires. If only the bastard would put a shirt on, she thought.

She turned away again, taking a deep breath. He had the advantage so she began with the only defense she could muster: anger.

"You had no right," she started.

Silence.

"You don't deny it?" she continued.

A laugh.

"Oh I deny it but I also won't speak to your back. Turn around, please."

She winced. That was a fair criticism. She turned, arms crossed over her chest, and steeled her ovaries against any influence the scene in front of her might have.

"That was a private moment," she fired at him.

He smirked. "Then you might have picked a more private place for it. I'd say you're lucky it was me who walked by and not one of the other neighbors."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You took pictures! You recorded me!"

The corners of his mouth drew outward into an almost feral smile, revealing a mouth of perfect teeth that made Becca even more aware of her situation. He was firmly positioned between herself and the only exit she was aware of.

"Are you happy about that?" Becca asked, her voice attempting to sound contemptuous. It failed.

"I've enjoyed them, more than once, can't lie about that."

Becca opened her mouth but found herself speechless. Marcus waived a hand, as though anything she could have replied with was unimportant.

"Bea, I know you're upset. Well, I know you want to be upset. Who wouldn't be? Is what I did a "good" thing?" He shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. I think it all depends on your perspective."

Becca's brow furrowed. "What? What the hell are you taking about?"

Marcus's hand rested on his knees briefly just before he stood to his full height and then stepped in her direction. Becca instinctively stepped back, feeling her resolve fading as the gap between them shrank, the jolt between her thighs returning with a vengeance.

"I see the woman you want to be," he continued as he moved closer. "But you won't let yourself be that woman. I've seen it before. All you do is get in your own way with excuse after excuse."

He stopped just inches from her trembling body.

"So I'm going to help you." Marcus paused briefly, making sure Becca heard his next words before adding, "by taking all your excuses away."

Becca's eyes scanned Marcus's face, searching for some sign that he was joking but nothing in his countenance had changed. The intensity of his stare almost forced her to look away but she held it with her own hazel eyes.

"What are you going to do?" The question spilled out of her only a fraction louder than a whisper.

He smiled. "Nothing you don't want me to do. Trust me, little bee. You're a hard-worker, no one will ever convince me otherwise. But that also tells me you know how to follow instructions. So, if you follow the instructions I have for you, nothing bad will happen. No one will know what you did in your car, less than 10 feet from the sidewalk."

He closed the gap between them forcing Becca to instinctively step back, only to find there was nowhere for her to go now that he literally had her backed against the wall. He raised both hands and braced them on either side of her face, blocking her in.

"No one will see the pictures or watch the video of you fucking yourself while pulling at your nipples, moaning at the top of your lungs." His voice was deep and low, menacing in its accuracy, describing her desperation. But there was a thread of playfulness in that menace, like a cat toying with a mouse before devouring it whole.

Becca's face flushed and she finally looked away, partly in shame but also to hide the blush on her cheeks. Her gaze shot to what should have been the bare floor. Instead, the view was impeded by the very visible arousal Marcus's clothes were failing to hide. It shocked Becca how much she wanted to touch him, how much the anger was fading into something much more submissive.

"My god, you're enjoying this," she whispered again.

Marcus laughed. "And you think you're not? Why don't you check and see for yourself?"

Becca stiffened. "You're insane."

"Let's play a game. We'll call it a trust exercise. You reach your hand down into your panties and stroke between those delicious pussy lips. If you pull your hand free and show me fingers that are bone dry, I promise I will hand you my phone and you can delete every image I have of you from the device, the cloud, our messages. Everything. BUT...if those fingers show me you're as wet as I'm thinking you are, you belong to me until I choose to let you go."

Defiantly, Becca hissed, "You know nothing about me."

Marcus didn't react. "Keep lying to yourself, Becca. You know as well as I do what we're about to see."

Earlier, Becca practically soaked her panties just thinking about Marcus and this confrontation. Seeing his shirtless body, having him so close and visibly hard because of her? The ache at her core had already betrayed her and she did indeed know what was about to happen. She rested her right hand just below her navel, the tips of her fingers dipping beneath the elastic, and slowly disappearing down.

"That's a good girl," Marcus praised.

Even as she descended, Becca could feel saliva pooling under her tongue. If someone had described this scene to her before today, she would have sworn it was straight out of a cautionary tale. My secrets. Ruin me.

She heard the threat- the consequence if she resisted.

This was blackmail.

It was her worst fear.

And yet, she was dripping wet.

Salivating.

Willingly kneeling before the man holding the sword above her head and smiling at her, savoring the taste of her predicament. Someone else now had all the control and all because she failed to have any self-control. It was too easy to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and this was the price.

A price she was eager to pay if the desire between her legs could be trusted.

Her knees finally touched the cold floor after what seemed an eternity. Try as she might to avert her eyes from the sin printed on the fabric in front of her, they never stayed away for long. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

"Eager little thing," Marcus noted, taking that moment to brush a strand of Becca's hair away and have a clear view of her blushing, heated face. "Tell me what you see, Becca. I'm curious what's going through your mind right now."

Becca licked her lips again and mentally kicked herself for it as she heard Marcus chuckle above her. She knew what she wanted to say. That she wanted to see his cock. That she wanted to feel it in her mouth. That it had been so long since she'd pleasured a man this way and she fantasized about it often, even catching herself daydreaming about it at work. She could have said all of this but the moment her lips parted, the words died on those same lips.

Marcus reached for her, stroking her cheek gently before sweeping his fingers under her chin and pinching her jaw between his fingers. It wasn't painful, but Becca was suddenly centered by the sensation.

Marcus lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Why the hesitation? If you think you're going to ruin how I see you, I promise you the dirtier your thoughts, the better its going to be for you. So try again, little bee- and don't make me ask again."

He released her chin and Becca's eyes again fell to his rigid flesh, still hidden.

She took a deep breath, and began...

"I'm drooling at the thought of taking your cock into my mouth. I was scared at first, when you sent me that text. But I-" Her words halted, hesitant to admit what she'd done that night after Marcus messaged her. She swallowed the lump of shame and started again. "But then I touched myself-"

"Say what you mean," Marcus interrupted. "You masturbated? How? What finally made you cum?"

The shame surged again, flushing her cheeks. She'd never talked about this with anyone. Not her therapist. Not her girlfriends. Not even her ex-husband. She knew her ex masturbated and watched porn. He'd invited her to watch it with him, to masturbate with him, but the idea was always so overwhelming. She never worked up the courage to tell him she enjoyed porn, too. She masturbated, too.

But always alone.

Now this man, essentially a stranger, demanded she give him what she's always held back. In this moment, she realized he wouldn't be satisfied with just her body and what he could do with it. Marcus meant to claim her thoughts and fantasies as well. As she considered his words- say what you mean- he wanted details, elaboration. If Becca tried to stay in her shell, Marcus would break her open by any means necessary.

Becca felt like she was losing her mind as some part of her found that ruthlessness...comforting.

Staring at the outline of his persistent erection, Becca felt something slip.

"I was laying in bed, it was after you stopped replying to my messages. I laid there and I couldn't sleep because all I could see was your face and how you looked at me as you walked away that day on my driveway. You could have stopped me. You could have banged on my window and yelled at me, but you didn't. You watched me. You recorded me. I don't even know when my hand slid into my panties and spread my lips, like the way you told me to just now."

The words poured out of her like a confession.

"I brushed the tip of my finger over my clit. I remember being surprised at how hard it was and I kept going. I wondered, if I'd opened my eyes and seen you standing there watching me-" Becca paused only a second before continuing. "In the real world, I would have stopped but in my bed, in my vision of that moment, I didn't."

Marcus moved a hand to his belly and slowly slid it down to grip the shaft of his cock. He began to stroke himself through the fabric just inches from Becca's face.

"Don't stop, little bee, you're doing so well. Tell me what happened in that vision instead."

Becca's hands slid to her thighs. She curled her fingertips against her skin, raking her nails along the length and up toward her own growing need.

"I imagined you opening the door. I didn't stop you. I imagined you reaching in and snatching the vibrator away, throwing it down. You replaced it with your own hand. I thought of you sliding your fingers inside my pussy-"

"How many fingers, bee?" Marcus continued stroking.

"One," she replied. "Only to tease me. Then you added another. It felt nice to be stretched and I moaned for you."

"Did you make me finger you until you came? Is that what you needed from me?"

Becca blushed.

"Don't stop now, bee. I love hearing how you imagined me giving you pleasure."

Becca heard her need mirrored in his voice and it reminded her how he savored the wetness off her fingers. "You didn't stop there. You pulled my legs toward you. You kept my knees apart and stepped between them. I imagined you sliding your shorts down and pulling out your cock. You didn't ask me anything. You didn't say anything. You lined your cock up with my pussy and fucked me right there in my driveway. No words. Just grunting and moaning...until you came."

"And where did I cum, little bee? Tell me where I left your tribute."

For the first time, without hesitation, Becca replied.

"Inside me. You came hard and deep inside me."

The word fuck escaped Marcus's lips in a breathy sigh.

Becca surprised herself and smiled.

Becca winced at the force with which her knees hit the floor this time but there was a prize to be had. She reached for Marcus almost immediately and was surprised when he stepped back and away from her. He tutted at her enthusiasm though the mock disapproval failed to mask the thrill in his eyes. She watched him step out of the boxers at his feet, kicking them off to the side of the room.

"Little bee," Marcus started, holding up one finger in her direction. "You're going to stay kneeling right where you are. No, no. No pouting, this will only take a minute."

Becca continued to pout as she watched him walk back toward the couch where this evening had begun. He bent to pick up something she couldn't immediately see- then again, the sight of his back, ass, and legs were distracting enough. When he turned back to face her, she froze seeing the phone in his hand. The smile on her face wavered.

"I'm a man of my word, Becca."

He walked back to her. She heard the familiar sound of the lock screen and things being swiped away. He held the phone out to her, the screen open to his photo gallery and the series of pictures and videos he'd taken displayed for her to see.

"Delete as many as you want. All of them, if you want. Or let me keep them and we can continue playing this game. Either way, the choice is yours but I need you to understand that before anything else happens."

Becca didn't think it possible to fit any more emotion in this moment but here Marcus was, surprising her again. Her eyes moved to his, searching for any sign that he was less than his word. This was her chance to be free of the threat. To be in control again and go back to a normal life- or as normal as it can get after watching her neighbor lick her pussy-slicked fingers clean and describing to him how she imagined him ravaging her. She reached out to the phone-

And gently pressed it back towards him. Becca's smile returned in earnest as she shook her head.

She didn't want normal. She didn't want control.

Marcus waited, giving Becca time to consider her choice but for the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt peace and he nodded.

And a fraction of a second later, sinister Marcus returned. A half smile slid back onto his face and he shook his head as if in disbelief.

"Oh, little bee...I don't think you realize what you've done."

Becca's heart hammered again at his menacing lilt. She was very eager for him to show her.

Marcus turned away from her, returning once again to the couch, and took a seat. He sank back, reclining in all his nude glory- legs outstretched and one arm behind his head while the other rested alongside him, phone still in hand. Over the past few minutes, his cock had relaxed and now it simply rested over the sack below it. As much as she loved its excited state, she couldn't help but admire its softness, too. Its ready potential and the million-and-one-ways to get him hard again that were running through her imagination. Her eyes couldn't help scanning every inch of him as he languidly lay there, each muscle stretched long and demanding attention from her.

The hand holding the phone rose. He aimed the camera in her direction and tapped the screen on the other side. Becca's eyes went wide.

"Are...are you recording again?" she asked, a tiny tremor in her voice.

"I am."

Becca's face burned again and she dropped her eyes to the floor. Marcus chuckled. He moved the phone just enough to get both his flaccid cock and her in the frame of the video.

"Bee, there's no shame in how you were looking at my body just now and I know your eyes lingered a long while on my dick. But look at it...its hardly in a state to ruin you now. How are you going to fix this?"

Face still lowered towards the floor, Becca lifted her eyes to stare at his crotch again. She wanted to coat his cock with wetness, bathe it with her tongue and choke herself on its head.

Her hands moved to the hem of her shirt and she pulled it up and over her head, dropping it on the floor next to her.

She wanted to straddle his hips- plant her knees on either side of his body and savor the sensation of him splitting her pussy open, lowering herself down until the fleshy head hit her cervix.

Her thumbs hooked under the band of her panties and shorts. She pushed them down her thighs and, not daring to rise up off her knees to remove them completely, Becca shifted forward onto her hands to shuffle them off and kick them away instead.

"God damn, bee..."

Becca looked up to find Marcus staring, his semi-aroused member engorging itself on the sight of her on all fours.

"God fucking damn, this is a beautiful start. And I thought you were gorgeous with your legs spread open in the car." Marcus bit his lip just behind the phone recording the scene. "Get over here, little bee. Bring that face right here, right alongside the cock you want so badly."

Without thinking, she moved one hand and a knee. She paused. Then proceeded with the other hand and knee. Becca was confronted by the reality that she'd never crawled to anyone before in her life. If Marcus shared the video with her later, she wondered if she'd even be able to recognize the woman she was right now. Feral. Submissive. Debauched and practically begging to be debased even more. As domineering and in control as he seemed, the hint of begging in Marcus's voice wasn't lost on her either.

Marcus moved the free hand behind his head to the base of his swelling flesh, gripping it tightly. "That's right, my beautiful dirty girl, crawl to me. I should visit you every night, shouldn't I? You want me to do that? Let you crawl to me...desperate, wanting to show your devotion with every hole in you body? As cock-hungry as you are, there shouldn't be a day that goes by where you aren't worshipping this."

Becca drew closer. She imagined leaving her door unlocked after the house was settled and waiting for him to visit her, sitting on her heels on the floor of her bedroom. Naked. Obedient.

Marcus planted his feet apart, inviting her to crawl right between them.

"Enough teasing. Make me ready for you, bee."