Chapter 60: 60. I’m Recording Her To Threat Her Even More If I Can Sell The Footage**

"Alright, you dumb bitch..."

"Since you love to act so superior, Madison, let’s see how much control you actually have over your own biology," Mike said, his voice smooth and dangerous.

He glanced at his watch, the metal gleaming in the dim light. "Here is your chance to earn some mercy from me because, well, I’m not that pure evil, am I?"

"What are you planning right now...?" Madison gritted her teeth. "Make sure to not go overboard because I’m going to have a date with him tomorrow."

"Hahaha~! You provided me some good shit right there." Mike pressed her finger to her forehead. "I want you to masturbate on your own now, right in front of me to see if you can cum after being ruined by my fingers in the hotel back then."

"But... there’s a catch... You have exactly five minutes to bring yourself to a climax. Just you, your hands, and your own desperate need."

"W-What...?" Madison blinked, her face heating up. "You want me to... perform for you? Like a common slut?"

"Well, aren’t you already my common slut, Madison?"

"Shut up..." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Well, I want to see if you can handle pleasure without losing your composure as one of the most popular actresses here," Mike corrected. "But listen closely..."

"If that timer hits zero and you haven’t peaked with your own pleasure, the ’punishments’ begin," Mike whispered. "And trust me, they won’t involve gentle touches."

"They’ll involve making sure everyone knows exactly how much of a submissive you really are."

Madison recoiled, her eyes widening. The thought of surrendering to his desires and witnessing the gradual destruction of her dignity filled her with dread.

"Five minutes?! That’s impossible!"

"Most women need more than that, especially when they’re being watched by a tyrant like you!" She tried to sit up, her voice rising in defensive protest. "This is ridiculous, Master... truly!"

"Maybe we should reconsider the whole setup."

"Who said that this is going to be an easy mercy?" Mike asked. "You should feel honored that I already ruined your pussy with my fingers, so I bet you can cum for one minute by yourself."

"N-no...! This is so stu—"

SLAP!

The sound echoed sharply in the quiet room. Mike hadn’t hit her hard enough to bruise, but the sting was sudden and authoritative, blooming across her cheek like wildfire.

Madison’s head snapped to the side, her breath hitching in a silent sob of shock. Silence descended, heavy and suffocating, as she realized he wasn’t bluffing.

’There it is... he slaps me without any regret or having to restrain his actions...’ Madison thought. ’I fucking hate his guts... he doesn’t know how to treat a respectable woman like me.’

Slowly, she turned her face back to him. There was a fresh sheen of tears in her eyes, but the defiance in her gaze was rapidly being replaced by a frantic, primal urge to comply.

"Please stop that..." She knew him, and he would push her until she broke if she dared to test him further. "I don’t like it when you slap me..."

"Was that loud enough for you?" Mike asked, his thumb reaching out to stroke the reddening skin of her cheek, his touch deceptively tender compared to the strike. "You’ll get it again if you keep yapping like that."

Madison swallowed hard, her chest heaving. She looked down at her lap, her fingers trembling as they drifted toward her inner thighs. She felt the humiliation stinging almost as much as her cheek, but underneath it, a dark, electric current of arousal was surging through her veins.

"Yes... Master," she whispered, her voice small and breathless.

"I’ll do it..." She lowered her hand, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her slit. "Five minutes... starting now."

’I always masturbated alone, but this is... I don’t know why this isn’t making me excited at all.’

As Madison tentatively slid her fingers into the warmth of her aching core, Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone. The sleek device caught the ambient light as he positioned it perfectly above the bed, angling the camera lens straight down at her spread legs and fluttering fingers.

"This is a good shot~!"

Madison’s eyes shot upward, spotting the glowing screen. A flash of pure, unadulterated rage ignited in her soul.

"Are you FUCKING kidding me?!" she shrieked, momentarily forgetting her task as she tried to cover herself with her hands. "You’re recording this!?"

"You narcissist! You absolute animal! Is this what this is about!? Collecting digital trophies of my degradation?"

She started to scramble backward, ready to lunge at him or perhaps throw a pillow to hide her shame, but Mike was faster. Seeing her mounting rebellion, he didn’t reach for the phone instead, he slowly lifted his large, tanned hand, curling his fingers into a loose fist as he raised it toward her face.

"Want some more of this?"

The threat was unspoken but deafening. Madison froze mid-motion.

She saw the strength in his arm, the casual ease with which he could strike her again, and the chilling confidence in his eyes. Her bravado crumbled instantly.

She was shaking, her breathing becoming shallow and erratic; she sank back into the pillows. Slowly, painfully, she moved her hand back down, parting her thighs wider to ensure the camera captured every glistening detail of her wetness.

"I’m sorry... master..."

Mike let out a dry, mocking chuckle, his eyes never leaving the screen as he checked the framing. "Good girl."

"Chop, chop, now, Madison," he teased, his voice dripping with honeyed cruelty. "You really need to win this little game."

"If that clock runs out and you’re still unsatisfied, the ’extra’ punishment won’t just be a slap." Mike grinned. "It’ll be a night of total, mindless obedience where you won’t even remember your own name, let alone Kyle."

He paused, tapping the screen to ensure the focus was sharp on her clitoris as she began to rub it frantically.

"Besides," Mike added, a devilish grin spreading across his handsome face, "you should be flattered."

"Do you have any idea how much money this footage could fetch?!"

"One of the most prestigious actresses in all of Erosyne, the untouchable Madison Reed, caught in a state of complete, naked desperation... masturbating for a man like me."

He burst into a rich, boisterous laugh that filled the room, sounding entirely too pleased with himself. "The fans would pay millions just to see that haughty expression melt into a mess of orgasmic cries."

"You’d be a legend, darling, just not the kind you’re used to."

Madison groaned, a mixture of a sob and a moan escaping her. She felt the heat of embarrassment crawling over her entire body, but the pressure of the ticking clock and the voyeuristic gaze of the camera forced her fingers to move faster.

’This is the worst...! It feels more like hell and torture...’

’I really want to just stop being an actress if he keeps humiliating me like this...’

’But... being an actress is my dream, and I can’t lose to the likes of him...!’

She began to pump her fingers rhythmically, her hips arching instinctively toward the lens, desperately trying to reach the peak before his laughter became the soundtrack to her ultimate downfall.

SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!

Inside Madison’s mind, a violent war was raging, a civil war between her intellect and her anatomy.

"God, he is insufferable," she screamed internally, her thoughts a jagged mess of resentment. "How dare he...?"

"How dare he treat me like a piece of meat, a commodity to be filmed and sold?"

"He sits there with that smug, goddamn grin, laughing at my dignity as if it were a joke!"

"An actress of my caliber... reduced to this. I am forced to perform like a common starlet in a cheap basement film.’

She gripped her clitoris harder, her knuckles white, trying to channel her anger into speed. She wanted to hate the sensation of her own fingers sliding through her slickness, and she wanted to despise the way her nerves hummed with electricity every time the cool air hit her damp skin.

"Look at him," she thought venomously, glancing at his muscular silhouette. "So calm and yet... so dominant."

"He acts as if he owns the world simply because he holds a few pieces of leverage..."

"He’s a brute. A tanned, red-haired, arrogant beast who thinks he can break me with a few threats and a smartphone."

But then, a treacherous wave of heat rolled through her pelvis, and her internal monologue faltered.

"Oh, no. No, no, no... not now."