Akira paused, his brow furrowing as he considered the offer. An extra thousand dollars a week was no small sum; it could change his life. But being someone's slave? That wasn't something he had ever thought about before... "What do you mean by 'slave'?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to make any promises too quickly.

Akira's heart raced at the idea. An extra thousand dollars... He could buy whatever he wanted, do whatever he pleased. But was it really worth it? "I..." he stammered, unable to decide. "I need some time to think about it." Even as he said the words, a part of him knew that he would take the deal if given the chance.

Akira moaned loudly as he felt the last tendrils of control slip away, his hips bucking violently as he came hard inside Dola Ade-ogunade. He let out a hoarse cry, pouring his hot cum deep into his brother's body before collapsing on top of him, panting heavily. His chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

For a moment, there was silence in the room, broken only by their ragged breathing.

Akira grinned down at his brother's flushed face and couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. He knew that he had the upper hand now, and he intended to keep it that way. With one last rough push, he pulled out of Dola Ade-ogunade and sat back on the couch, watching as his brother lay there, panting heavily and covered in their combined juices.

Akira shrugged, not even pretending to be sorry about it. "I mean," he said casually, "it's not like I want to, you know? But if that's what it takes..." He let his voice trail off suggestively, leaving the threat hanging in the air between them once more.

Hannah looked away, her cheeks flushing with anger and shame. She knew she was at his mercy; there was no way out of this situation without making things even worse for herself and their family.

Akira's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but then he grinned deviously. "Well," he drawled, sitting up a little straighter on the couch and running his hands through his hair in mock contemplation. "I mean... if you really want to make things easier for both of us..." He paused dramatically before adding with a lewd smile, "...and maybe get me off faster this time." His eyes flicked down to where her body was visible beneath her shirt and pants.

Akira gritted his teeth as he felt another wave of urine flow down his legs. "I'll delete it," he promised between gasps, tears streaming down his face. He knew there was no other choice; Lop had him cornered. With shaking hands, he pulled out his phone and accessed the video before beginning to delete it.

As the last bit of the file disappeared from his screen, he held up his phone triumphantly for Lop to see. "I did it,"

Akira stumbled into the living room, his body shaking with relief and fear now that he was out of the hidden room. He wiped away the tears on his face, not wanting anyone to see his weakness. "I did what you said," he muttered angrily through gritted teeth. "Now let's just forget about this ever happened."

He hoped Lop would keep their bargain and not tell their parents about the browser history they had found.

I leaned down, capturing one of his hands in mine and pressing it against the headboard. With my other hand, I reached between us and began to stroke him roughly, matching my movements with each thrust into his body. "Like this?" I asked, feeling a new wave of power surge through me as he arched his back off the bed at my touch.

"Yes..." Dola Ade-ogunade gasped out, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Yes... more..."

His words fueled me, driving me deeper into him with each thrust. I could feel the muscles of his ass clenching around me as he neared climax, and with a growl of approval, I picked up the pace even more.

"I'm gonna cum..." I warned, my voice hoarse from exertion. "You ready for it?"

Akira growled and thrust harder still as she came, his fingers digging into her skin as he felt the tightness around him loosen and then clamp down again with each spasm that wracked her body. He groaned deep in his throat, feeling himself close to the edge as well. "That's it," he grunted hoarsely, moving faster still until at last, he felt his own release, pouring hot and thick inside her as his hips bucked violently against hers.

Akira collapsed forward on top of her, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. "There," he managed to gasp between ragged gasps. "That's what you get for trying to be so smart." He pulled out of her with a wet pop and let himself fall back against the couch, still somewhat hard from the intense release.

"Now," he continued, looking down at her as she lay beneath him, face flushed and breathing raggedly, "