Perform for Me
Copyright© 2025 by Ashley Camaron
Chapter 15: Twisted commands
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15: Twisted commands - 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
Sam sat at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal untouched in front of him. His mind was racing, a storm of emotions he couldn’t untangle.
He’d had sex for the first time. Sex. The word echoed in his head, a mix of pride and disbelief. Lila had been patient, kind, even encouraging—everything he’d needed to get through it. And it had been incredible. The warmth of her, the way she’d guided him, the way he’d felt inside her—it was something he’d never forget.
But then there was Madison.
The memory of last night’s feed flashed in his mind. Madison’s eyes locked on the camera, her voice taunting him, her body moving with her husband in ways that felt both forbidden and mesmerizing. He’d watched her, unable to look away, unable to stop himself. And now, the guilt was eating him alive.
He’d gone too far. The camera feeds, the spying—it had all started as a way to help Emily, but it had spiraled into something else. Something darker. And now Madison knew. She’d turned the tables on him, and he had no idea how to get out of this rabbit hole he’d fallen into.
Then, as if summoned by his thoughts, a text arrived.
Madison: Liked the show last night, spy boy?
The message was accompanied by a selfie of Madison’s bare ass, the curves of her body framed in soft morning light. Dried streaks of cum glistened on her skin, a stark reminder of what he’d watched—and what she’d done.
Sam’s stomach twisted. He wanted to throw his phone across the room, but he couldn’t stop looking at the image.
Another text followed.
Madison: Maybe you and Lila should try it up the butt next time.
Sam’s face burned, his mind reeling. He didn’t know what to say—what to do. Part of him wanted to pretend none of this had happened, to delete the messages and move on. But another part of him—a deeper, darker part—was curious. Intrigued.
“Maybe you and Lila should try it up the butt next time.”
Sam’s stomach twisted. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to push Lila into something she wasn’t ready for, something he wasn’t even sure he was ready for. But Madison’s words were a command, not a suggestion, and the threat behind them was clear. If he didn’t do what she wanted, she’d expose him. She’d tell everyone what he’d been doing—the spying, the feeds, the way he’d watched her, watched Emily, watched Lila. He couldn’t let that happen.
He picked up his phone and typed a quick message to Lila.
Sam: Hey, can I come over?
The response came almost immediately.
Lila: Sure. I’m in the basement.
Sam’s hands were trembling as he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. The walk to Lila’s house felt longer than usual, each step heavier than the last. He kept replaying Madison’s words in his head, trying to figure out how he was going to do this. How could he be “assertive” without crossing a line? How could he push Lila without hurting her?
When he reached her house, Lila greeted him at the door with a smile. “Hey, tech guy. You’re here to fix my Wi-Fi ... or whatever?” She emphasized the last word, her tone playful, her eyes glinting with mischief. She liked this “project.” Yesterday, she’d taken his virginity. He’d been clumsy but eager, and she’d found his willingness to learn endearing.
Sam forced a smile, though it felt brittle on his face. “Yeah, or whatever.”
Lila laughed and led him down to the basement, where her art studio was still a chaotic sprawl of canvases and paintbrushes. The bed was pushed against the wall, the sheets rumpled from the last time they’d been together. Sam’s stomach churned at the memory.
Lila flopped onto the bed, patting the spot beside her. “So, what’s on your mind?”
Sam hesitated, his heart pounding. He sat down, his hands fidgeting in his lap. “I, uh ... I just wanted to see you.”
Lila tilted her head, her expression curious. “Well, here I am.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. Sam’s breath hitched, his body responding almost instinctively. He kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. Lila’s fingers tangled in his hair, her touch warm and familiar.
They moved together, their kisses growing deeper, more urgent. Lila’s hands slid under his shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest, and Sam felt a surge of heat. He fumbled with the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, his hands trembling as they explored her bare skin.
Lila guided him down onto the bed, her body pressing against his. She reached for his belt, her movements confident and unhurried. Sam’s breath came in shallow gasps as she undressed him, her hands warm and deliberate. When she took him in her hand, he shuddered, his body arching into her touch.
“You’re getting better at this,” Lila murmured, her voice low and teasing. “But you’ve still got a lot to learn.”
Sam nodded, his throat tight. He wanted to tell her the truth, to explain why he’d come over, but the words stuck in his throat, heavy and suffocating.
Lila leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, reassuring kiss. “Let’s just take it slow, okay?”
Sam nodded again, his chest aching with a mix of gratitude and guilt. “Okay.”
They moved together, their bodies fitting together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and new. Lila lay on her back, her legs spread wide, her fingers dipping between them to make sure she was wet and ready. Sam’s hands roamed over her skin, his touch tentative but eager, tracing the curve of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts. Lila’s breath hitched, her body arching into his, her fingers digging into his back as she pulled him closer.
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