Perform for Me
Copyright© 2025 by Ashley Camaron
Chapter 13: Strings pulled tighter
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: Strings pulled tighter - Teenage hacker Sam spies on his neighbors' most explicit secrets. But when the manipulative Madison catches him, she doesn't want silence—she wants a show. Now, he's the one on camera, forced to obey her explicit commands and act out her most degrading fantasies. It's a twisted game of psychological torture, and if he doesn't perform, she will burn his entire world to the ground.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Anal Sex Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
The next morning, Sam woke to the sharp ping of his phone. He groaned, squinting at the screen through the haze of sleep.
Madison: Hey, spy boy. You should call Lila. Be assertive. She’s longing for your cock. Looking forward to see what you can do. Bring your phone.
Sam’s stomach twisted as he read the message, a cocktail of dread and unwelcome arousal churning in his gut. The words slithered into his mind like Madison’s perfume—cloying, inescapable. Be assertive. It wasn’t a suggestion; it was a command, laced with the implicit threat of exposure. Last night’s “joint watching” replayed unbidden: Leonie’s fat body quaking under Bob’s fist, her loose pussy stretching obscenely around his hand, juices squirting in arcs while Madison’s voice narrated every filthy detail, commanding Sam to cum in sync.
He’d obeyed, spilling over his fist while she watched from her end, comparing Leonie’s sagging curves to Emily’s tight youth and Lila’s petite frame. The shame had kept him up half the night, his dreams a feverish blur of stolen feeds and Madison’s mocking laughter.
He tossed the phone aside and sat up, rubbing his eyes. She’s turning me into her puppet. But even as guilt gnawed at him, his cock stirred at the thought of Lila—her warm mouth from yesterday, the way she’d swallowed him down with that confident smirk. Longing for your cock. Madison’s words, but they ignited something primal, making him half-hard despite himself.
Before he could spiral further, habit took over. He reached for his laptop, pulling up the feeds. Just check on Emily first, he rationalized, the protective urge a thin shield against his voyeuristic cravings. Her bedroom came into view, and his breath caught.
Emily was in the bathroom, the door ajar, steam clouding the mirror. She stood naked under the shower spray, water cascading over her body, but the camera angle revealed the fresh damage: dark purple bruises mottling her thighs and hips, fingerprint-shaped welts blooming like ugly flowers where Jake had gripped her too hard. A faint handprint lingered on her breast, red and angry, and as she turned, Sam saw the scratches down her back—raw lines from nails digging in during the assault.
She winced as she washed between her legs, her movements ginger, as if still sore from the pounding. No tears this time, but her face was drawn, eyes hollow with exhaustion. Jake’s escalation was clear; these marks were worse than before, fresher, more violent. He’s going to kill her one day, Sam thought, fists clenching. But beneath the rage, a traitorous flicker of arousal stirred—the same body he’d spied on, now marked and vulnerable.
He minimized the feed, guilt crashing over him like a wave. I have to stop him. Protect her. But Madison’s message mocked him from his phone. Helping her meant playing deeper into this game, and now she wanted him to use Lila—push her further, all while watching. His moral compass spun wildly, rationalizations fracturing: If I keep Madison happy, maybe she’ll help with Jake. Maybe this is how I save Emily.
Lila greeted him at the door, wearing a loose tank top and shorts that left her legs bare. She grinned when she saw him. “You look nervous.”
“I’m not nervous,” Sam lied, stepping inside.
Lila raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. She led him to the basement, where the bed was still pushed against the wall, the sheets rumpled from the day before.
“So,” she said, leaning against the edge of the bed, “Why don’t you sit down?”
He sat.
Lila leaned in, her knee brushing his. “You’re cute when you’re all serious,” she said, her voice low.
Sam’s heart pounded. He forced himself to meet her gaze, to act assertive, like Madison had said. “You’re cute all the time,” he blurted.
Lila laughed, bright and genuine. “Smooth.”
Then she kissed him.
It was softer than last time, slower, and Sam let himself get lost in it—for a moment. Then he remembered Madison’s words: Be assertive.
He fumbled forward, his hands clumsy as they groped at her hips, his mouth pressing too hard against hers. Lila pulled back, her brow furrowing.
“Whoa,” she said, holding up a hand. “What’s the rush?”
Sam froze, his face burning. “Sorry, I—I just—”
Lila shook her head, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “You’re not gonna get a girl in the mood like that.”
Sam blinked, his mind racing. “What ... what do you mean?”
Lila leaned back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. “You’ve got to take your time, Sam. Learn what a girl likes. Trust me, it’s worth it.”
Sam stared at her, his heart pounding. “I don’t ... know how,” he admitted, the words barely more than a whisper.
Lila’s smile widened. “Lucky for you, I’m a great teacher.”
She guided him back down, her fingers gentle but firm. “Start here,” she said, placing his hand on her waist. “And go slow.”
Sam’s breathing was shallow as he followed her lead, his hands trembling as they moved over her skin. Lila sighed softly, her eyes closing as she let him explore.
“Good,” she murmured. “Now, here.”
She took his hand and guided it lower, and Sam felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him. He was hard now, painfully so, but he forced himself to focus on her.
“You’ve got to learn this,” Lila said, her voice steady but soft. “What excites a girl—and what doesn’t.”
Sam nodded, his throat dry.
Lila leaned back, her legs parting slightly. “Show me,” she said.
Sam hesitated, his mind a whirlwind of nerves and excitement. Then he leaned in, his mouth brushing against her thigh before moving lower.
Lila’s breath hitched. “That’s it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But don’t rush. Take your time.”
Sam hesitated, his mouth hovering just inches from Lila’s skin. His heart pounded in his ears, his hands gripping her hips to steady himself. The earthy scent of her filled his senses, intoxicating and unfamiliar.
“Relax,” Lila murmured, her voice soft but firm. “It’s not a test. Just ... take your time.”
Sam swallowed hard and leaned in, his tongue brushing tentatively against her. She gasped softly, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing beneath him.
“That’s it,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “But don’t rush. Explore. Learn what feels good.”
Sam nodded, his face burning, but he kept going. His tongue traced slow, deliberate circles, his movements hesitant at first but growing more confident as Lila’s breath hitched.
“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers twining in the sheets. “Just like that.”