Chapter 17: Exposed confessions

Sam pulled back from the kiss, his lips tingling with a mix of revulsion and unwanted heat. Madison’s bedroom felt smaller now, the air thick with her perfume and his growing panic. He stood there in just his boxers, exposed under her gaze, the hidden camera’s red light a constant reminder that every moment was being captured. “This is insane,” he muttered, his voice shaky. “I can’t ... I won’t betray Lila like this.”

Madison’s smile didn’t falter. She leaned back on the bed, her tank top riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. “Betray her? Oh, spy boy, you’ve been doing that for months—watching her through your little feeds, getting off on her private moments. But I’m not heartless. Do this one thing for me, and I’ll give you what you want: a fresh start. I’ll delete every video, every screenshot of you and Lila. No more threats hanging over your head. You can go back to your sweet, vanilla life without me lurking in the shadows.”

Sam’s heart leaped at the promise, even as doubt gnawed at him. A fresh start—erasing the evidence that could destroy his relationship with Lila, his reputation, everything. It was tempting, a lifeline in the drowning sea of his guilt. But the glint in Madison’s eyes told him it was a trap, a carrot dangling before the stick. Still, what choice did he have? “What ... what do I have to do?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her grin widened, predatory and triumphant. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a sleek black dildo—smooth, curved, about six inches long—and a small bottle of lube. Sam’s stomach twisted at the sight, memories of her taunting text flashing in his mind: Maybe you and Lila should try it up the butt next time. Now, she was flipping the script on him.

“You’re going to put on a show for me,” she said, her tone casual but commanding. “Right here on the bed. Use this on yourself—slowly, like a good boy learning his lesson. While you do, you’ll confess everything. All your dirty spying secrets. I’ll record it on my phone, but don’t worry—I’ll direct you so your face stays out of frame. Make it good, and once you post it anonymously online, those Lila files are gone. Defy me, and I send your confession straight to her, audio and all. Imagine her hearing how you’ve fantasized about me while she was teaching you to fuck.”