Conner's Ultimatum

The door clicked shut as Conner walked into the bathroom. This time, it locked, as he turned and made sure that the little peg was set. Natalie felt her breath hitching in her lungs, a tremble played along her limbs, and it felt as though the world had shaken under her feet. She gulped, and tried not to show how nervous she actually felt while at the same time examining it herself.

There was no two ways about it, she felt on edge. ****, exposed. Even as she shielded her lower self with her hands, Natalie could feel the current coursing through her skin, the rapid beating of her heart. The feeling of a situation spinning out of control in a way she hadn't expected, nor experienced in a very long time.

It was impossible to ignore the feeling of heat between her legs. The deep pulsing that throbbed through her body, stronger than she had felt in a long time.

Was she actually being turned on by this? She'd done much more and she hadn't felt this way then. But then, maybe that was because she'd set it all up herself, she'd expected it. This was new. This was something she hadn't done.

She eyed the phone that Conner was holding. The one which had recorded her touching herself, her legs spread and her inner thighs soaked with her own wetness. It would be simplicity itself to tell him to delete it, or to hand her the phone, but she didn't. Something held her in place as Conner turned to look at her, his eyes playing over her body, from toe to forehead, he took her in, weighed her like she was a piece of meat.

"Well?" She said defiantly, "So I pass muster? Are you going to get out of here and let me put my panties on?"

"Yes to the first, no to the second." Conner chuckled, enjoying the scent of her fear. "You're absolutely gorgeous, and I can't believe that Davis has a sister like you."

"Stepsister." Natalie corrected.

"Ah yes, my mistake. Just like in the porn videos, right?" Conner chuckled, "But really, I can't believe my luck. I just followed you to try and make sure you wouldn't tattle on us, and I get to catch you doing that? You didn't even lock the door! I'd be tempted to think you wanted something like this to happen."

"Well I didn't." Natalie said, "So why don't you just go outside, and I'll get dressed, and never mention this to anyone again? I promise I won't tell on your little party down there."

"Oh, you're not going to tell anyway." Conner said. "Not unless you want that video to be uploaded to the internet, and I know that you know that once it's up, you're not getting it down again. Your life would be over, it would follow you forever. The girl in the porn. The girl who touched herself upstairs when she was supposed to be minding her parent's house. That'd be pretty bad for you, wouldn't it?"

Natalie clenched and unclenched her fist. Her chest was hammering, and she could see the way that Conner was looking at her. His eyes were sharp and hungry, but there was almost a game going on.

You pretend you don't know what I am thinking because you don't want it to be that, and I'll let you keep on pretending because I'm enjoying your helplessness.

Natalie shifted, holding her hands close to her pussy, Conner's eyes swept up and down her legs, and she could see a bulge forming in his pants.

"Move your hands."

"What?"

"I said move your hands, I want to see your pussy."

"Fuck you!"

"That's not a very nice thing to say to someone who has power over you." He raised the phone to remind her. "Why don't you try again?"

"I'm not letting you see me naked!"

"Like you really have a choice. If you don't do what I say I am going to send this video to everyone else at the party as my first warning. If you still don't, then I'm going to put it online as my second."

The two of them were glaring at one another now, eyes to eye, the air between them almost seemed to burn and char.

"Now." Conner said, dragging out each word, "Show. My. Your. Cunt."