You accept but don't allow her to orgasm and add significant conditions

Acknowledging how **** Cindy is you settle on a solution. "Who owns your orgasms?"

Her already bright red cheeks somehow go a deeper shade. "You-you d-do, Sir."

"And you want to own Ashley's orgasms?"

"N-no, Sir, I don't want to only own her orgasms."

You raise an eyebrow. "No?"

"No, I want to own all of her. With you. I want you to tell me how to control her. Her orgasms...her..." she pauses and seems to shrink as the rational part of her brain tries to stop her from saying what she's saying, "...her body...her life..."

You stroke your chin like a villain deep in thought. "Is that right? Well, if I share Ashley's body and life with you what do I get in return?"

"M-m-my orgasms, Sir. I'll only climax when you let me."

You shake your head and reach your hand out. You place it on her barefoot. "Does that seem fair? An orgasm for an orgasm makes sense, but my daughter's body and you get to have orgasms? I don't know."

She doesn't recoil from your touch. In fact, she pushes her foot against your hand as she blurts out. "ME!"

"What?"

"I'll give you my body and life if you share Ashely's with me. You can control..." she stops herself from continuing. Her eyes wide with panic at what she's offering.

"I can control what, Cindy?"

She whispers "everything, Sir."

And with those words, you want to climb on top of her and take her. Ugh. The blackmailer. "WHAT IS EVEN ALLOWED?" you yell inside your head. You hold back a disappointed and frustrated sigh at your increasingly complicated situation.

"Very well. I accept your offer of owning you in exchange for you helping with Ashley, but you can't orgasm...yet."

Her jaw drops and tears start rolling down her cheeks again. "But, Sir, that wasn't what I offered."

You smile softly at her and let your hand slide up over her ankle. "That's my counteroffer. We're negotiating. You can take my counteroffer or you can orgasm right now, leave my house, and never see Ashley again."

"And the photos?"

"This is how the real world works, Cindy. Deals are made and deals evolve as situations change. You're essentially telling me you aren't willing to continue with our original agreement without new conditions. I'm willing to amend our original terms if you accept some of my terms. Therefore, if you break the original deal and don't take the new deal those photos will go in an envelope and straight into your father's mailbox. That's the deal, Cindy, so take it or leave it."

She sobs, "but I just want one little orgasm, please?"

"Cindy, you had your chance last night but you chose to sacrifice it for Ashley. If I'm going to accept your offer I need to know you're committed to following my instructions. That's the deal. Are you a **** slut with no self-control or are you a **** slut who does what she's told?"

Confusion and conflict washe over her face. "I'm not a s-slut."

"Did you make my daughter hump her teddy bear last night and then roll around in bed with her? Did you spend all morning masturbating in the middle of my living room? Are you now, legs spread, begging me to own you so you can use my daughter sexually? And does hearing me ask you these questions turn you on even more?"

She finally breaks eye contact and looks down at her body. "Yes, to all of those things."

"Are you **** to orgasm?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you'll do nearly anything for that and the opportunity to own Ashley?"

"Yes, Sir."

"So what do you think that makes you?"

"A...****...s-slut."

"Do you accept the new deal or not, slut?