Oh No! I Sent My Sex Tape To My Bad Boy Stepbrother

NORA'S POINT OF VIEW.

Asher Collins is poison...at least, everyone at Riverbroke High says he is. He's the son of my mother's employee, the guy who would inherit billions, no, trillions of dollars, as well as properties from his family of landowners and food conglomerates. I, on the other hand, was nothing but the daughter of the housekeeper. I was disposable; at least I heard that every damn day.

Asher was the only son of Catherine Everleigh and Stefan Maximillian Collins. he was their golden son. No, literally their golden boy. When I was twelve, I watched them fuss over him because a watermelon seedling had stuck to his jaw from his fall accident....it was a damn seed, but they treated it as if it were the entire world crumbling.

It was almost pathetic, but I chose to stomach it instead.

They owned me...us, and we never heard the end of it. His father pays my tuition fee as a sign of gratitude for my mother keeping her mouth shut about the child they shared together.

I was going to hell.; because i sinned with my stepbrother.

Riverbroke High was Asher's domain; his kingdom, and I was simply a peasant in that kingdom. The bastard has bullied me ever since I set foot in that darned place, along with his stupid girlfriend, Lydia. Oh, scratch that, fiancé. But instead of lashing out, I took it all on my chin, choosing instead to focus on the one reason I didn't crash out in front of everyone.

My mother.

Everyone says growing up invisible is easy.

They're nothing but liars.

Being invisible hurts in a way people never talk about.

It suffocates you, and it shrinks you until it teaches you to fold yourself into corners so quietly that even your own heartbeat feels too loud....too.....exposing.

I learned that from the moment I understood words and what it meant to be a resident inside the Collins mansion.

Where silence wasn't a choice.

It was a survival tactic.

My mother was the help, and she'd drilled it into me from the moment I could walk: stay small, stay quiet, stay unseen. A maid's daughter shouldn't be heard or seen. Make sure your presence isn't even noticed, especially not around the family that owns your roof, your meals, your future. And never around Asher Collins. Especially him. No one except my mother and I knew he was my stepbrother by blood, and my master by calling. One day, he would own the immense wealth amassed by the tenth generation before him, leaving all of us at his mercy, scrambling for any bit of his favor so that when he assumes his throne, we could get some semblance of grace.

The bastard was cocky, arrogant, and every bit of the spoilt rich boy you could imagine, and much worse. The second I attained puberty, my hips became something even my big clothes could barely hide; so his mother pulled me to the side, and drilled three rules into my soul, commanding me to mumble them every day.

Don't look at Master Asher.

Don't talk to Master Asher. And the most important one of all;

Don't fall for Master Asher.

But she didn't know; I'd broken two of those rules six months ago on my eighteenth birthday.... I'd fucked her son. We were both drunk, and it happened before either of us could blink inside his father's office when he'd caught me snooping. We were the only ones home, or so I had thought. I'd come out of my small room in the belly of the house to finally wander the halls forbidden to the maids when I'd found him perusing through some files, a bottle of wine on his right side.

His smirk was too tempting.....I didn't know when I downed three glasses, allowed him to take my shirt off, and take my virginity on the Persian rug. When it was over, he collapsed on me, leaving me to usher him off and escape before his father walked in to find his naked son drunk out of his mind on the floor.

I was the only one with any recollection of that night....yet even though I should be happy about that, it stung.

Six months later, Asher avoided me like a plague; he always did, but at least then he could insult me in the company of his rich friends from the day I enrolled in his elite school......but ever since then, he didn't even act as if I existed.

Reeling from that sting, I took a vow; nothing would connect me and the arrogant heir and me to the Collins fortune ever again. But staring at my phone, my heart pounding, my fingers clammy, I couldn't help but feel like a fucking clown..... I'd broken the vow.

The message ticked delivered, and just before I could click the button to delete it from his phone....it ticked blue. He's watched the video!

A couple of minutes ago, I wanted to feel something other than the embarrassing sting of Asher treating me like an insignificant speck of dust; even though it was what I wanted, along with the fact that the guy I've crushed on for the past two months didn't see me as anything other than a friend. So I decided to masturbate....while filming it.

I'd slipped into the tiny room my mom and I shared at the back of the house, my hands shaking as I locked the door behind me. It was the first time I'd ever done it, but it was exhilarating while it lasted. "Asher...please." I'd whispered under my breath as my fingers sped up against my swollen clit, the sound of my muffled moans, and wetness filled the air. But just before I could come, I heard a soft creak of the floorboards, almost as if someone stood right outside my room.

"W-who is it?" I croaked, my voice raspy from my pleasure; my hand still inside my panties as my eyes trained on the door handle, expecting it to twist even though I'd locked it. Nobody answered. So I turned off the recording and was just about to hit delete when all of a sudden, the floorboards creaked again, and my fingers slipped, hitting send to the first contact on my phone...Asher Collins.

THE PROPOSITION.

NORA'S POINT OF VIEW.

No! No! No!

I could only scream inside my head as I stared at the phone for what felt like hours....he'd seen it already. Even if I delete it, there's nothing I can do....he knows I not only filmed myself, but I moaned his name while doing it. Before I could blink, the door handle rattled, and the sound caused me to jump. Before I could ask who it was, my phone dinged.

It was a text...from him.

"I know you're in there, bunny....open the door." The nickname he'd given me since I was twelve stung, but at the same time, it soothed, because it was the first time in forever that he'd called me that. I would have given a retort, but I remembered....he held all the cards. He always did.

Before I could rise, the door clicked and opened. "How did you?"

"The heir to the fortune always has the keys to every room in the mansion, bunny. Even you should know this." He flashed me a panty-dropping smirk and advanced towards me. The sight of it stung, not because he was in the room. But because it served as yet another reminder that nothing, not even this small space, belonged to me.

He owned everything. "If this is your way of flirting with me, it's quite bold, especially for a little bunny like you."

He stopped in front of me, his six-foot frame stretching over my much smaller one as I glared at him. Before I knew it, I said through gritted teeth. "Delete it."

"Ouch...feisty." He chuckled. "You know, bunnies are supposed to be meek, gentle, calm....you're showing your claws more like a kitten." He suddenly pulled me by the arm, and kept me prisoner against the wall; his lean muscled body leaning over mine so I could catch a whiff of his manly scent with every inhale. "Are you going to bite, kitten?" he whispered, his fingers working their way up my thigh in a slow motion. The words, 'you're my stepbrother,' bubbled in the back of my throat.

But I wasn't able to get them out....I hated that I loved his hold on me...it was addictive.

"Let me go." I whimpered, want pooling in my lower belly as I avoided his heated gaze.

"No....what are you going to do about it, kitten?" He whispered, his tongue darting out to lick a trail up the skin beneath my earlobe. The action sent my knees trembling as I almost fell to the floor, but for his strong arms holding me up.

I gulped, choosing to beg instead, because if he kept me in this position for a moment longer, I would turn to putty in his hands. "Please, delete the video."

"No," he didn't hesitate. He stepped away from me, waving his phone in my face. I aimed for it, jumping at my fullest height to grab it, but the bastard was too tall for me, so I couldn't even grab the damn thing by the tip of my fingers. "You sent this to me," he said softly, his voice low, smooth with a deadly edge. "Tell me... was that supposed to be for me, or am I just lucky?"

"It was a mistake." I gritted out. "Just delete the damn thing. I'm sure you get enough sex tapes daily from the girls at school." I hissed.

"Yes...but this one....it feels." He paused to think for a second. "Priceless." I rolled my eyes and chose to succumb to the one thing that came to mind the second he walked in.

See, Asher Collins is one thing: a player, an arrogant bastard, and someone with a motive... he wanted something from me, or else he wouldn't delete shit. "What the hell do you want from me?"

"Bingo!" he smirked, turning around towards me with a dramatic effect. "You're going to listen very carefully, Nora," he murmured, leaning close, so close that his breath brushed my ear again. "You're going to do exactly as I say from now on, or I let everyone know about... everything."

Everything.

My chest tightened in tension as my eyes widened at the implication of that.

His lips curled into a cruel, vicious smirk. "Consider this... a lesson in pleasure, and pain."

And then he stepped back, letting me breathe... barely.

I knew, in that moment, that nothing in my life would ever be the same again.

And I was right.

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My head was spinning, not just from the adrenaline, but from the terrifying implication of "everything." It wasn't just the humiliating video. It was the fact that he was my stepbrother, the heir to so much power, that it made my skin crawl, and the knowledge that I had broken every rule laid out by his mother, well, two of the sacred rules. If his father ever found out the housekeeper's daughter had touched the only son of the sacred Collins bloodline, both my mother and I would be ruined, homeless, and exiled.

"What do you want?" I pushed the words out through gritted teeth, ignoring the tremble in my voice as I glared at him; his dark eyes flashed with something primal. I already knew the answer. He was Asher Collins. He wanted control, and he wanted amusement, especially when it was at my expense.

He surveyed my desperate state with a slow, vicious grin. "I'm bored, Nora. Terribly bored." He whispered.

"Aww, too bad, I guess. Being stupidly wealthy must come with its downsides." I said, sarcasm rolling off my tongue.

"Watch it, bunny." He hissed. "I still have the video. You're a secret, something that makes me curious, a maid's daughter who moans the name of the master, now that's a soap opera. But outside this little box, you're just the invisible girl who scrubs the floors and hides in the corners. It's pathetic."

The insult sliced deeper than the threat of his releasing the tape. "I like being invisible," I lied, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to shield the raw, exposed part of me he had stripped bare.

"Do you?" He tilted his head, his eyes narrowed, to a piercing gaze. "Then why do you waste your time standing three aisles away from that weird nerd James Porter in the library, pretending you're just 'studying'?"

My blood ran cold immediately...he knew....fuck, he knew. The panic that had been a dull ache suddenly became a sharp, paralyzing fear.

James.

He knew about James. He hadn't just watched the video; he had been watching me.

"Don't pretend you don't care, Nora. I saw the pathetic way you look at him. All wide eyes and longing. You want him to see you. You want someone to notice you. You're tired of being the wallflower; I am to change that." Asher advanced, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "I'm offering you a trade."

He's the devil.

"You want to be visible to him? I will make you unforgettable. I will transform you into someone every straight boy at Riverbrooke High notices, including your precious, flawless nerd boy, James Porter." He paused, letting the scope of the offer sink in to me, adding to my humiliation.

I'd have to ask my enemy, my stepbrother, who I'd given my virginity to six months ago help me get the attention of the guy I've crushed on for a couple of weeks.

Everyone knew Asher tried to rebel against his father's wishes by designing clothes instead of focusing on the family business...now, the crazy guy is going to make me his mannequin. "In exchange, you will be my project. My puppet. You will do exactly as I say, when I say it. You will walk where I tell you to walk, wear what I tell you to wear, and speak only when I permit it."

I shook my head, fighting back. "I don't need your help, you arrogant bastard."

"Oh, you do, little bunny." His smirk vanished, replaced by a chilling intensity. "Refuse me, and tomorrow, my mother will receive an anonymous text message detailing exactly why her son was naked with the maid's daughter six months ago, and why the housekeeper's daughter is currently obsessed with him, video included. Do you know what happens to your mother when she's found complicit in such a huge scandal?

She loses her job, her home, and the charity of the Collins name. You lose your tuition, and a shot at a better chance at a prestigious college, or job....see, it's a lose-lose situation, bunny."

The threat against my mother was the ultimate weapon, making me realize it wasn't just about me anymore.

"You're a monster," I whispered, tears finally blurring my vision.

"I'm the monster who can give you everything you want, and the monster who can take everything you have." He stepped closer, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Now, do we have a deal, Nora?"

I closed my eyes, the cold dread overwhelming the sudden, terrifying flare of hope. I was trading one kind of slavery for another, but at least this new leash had the promise of light at the end.

"I accept," I choked out. "But you delete the video. Now."

Asher smiled, his lips hinting at the obvious victory he had over me.. "I delete nothing, bunny. Your obedience is the only thing keeping it buried. Now, here is the first command:

Tomorrow, you are going to a party....well, a rave every single senior at school will be attending. There, you will no longer be the boring, plain Nora we all know....you willl be my muse, and you will not be puting on anything from that your horrendous excuse of a girl's closet.. You will wear a dress of my choosing. and you will wait for me at seven-thirty sharp at the main mahogany front door. The world needs to see the change, Nora."

I opened my mouth to tell the fucker off, but before i could, He was gone. The leash was set, and my life in the shadows was officially over.

REVENGE AND A BET.

ASHER'S POINT OF VIEW.

Revenge.....

I've always had my way in everything for as long as I could remember.

Being the only living son of a billionaire from a family of wealthy landowners and food creators, I have had the pleasure of controlling everything around me. No one told me no....no one.

Until her....Nora fucking Macie.

She doesn't remember, but it was about six months ago. I told the girl to always sit with me at lunch in the school's elite Café. She said no.....to me.....it felt like a fucking whiplash. And from that moment on, I swore to have revenge on her.

Six months ago, she slept with me.

Three months later, she said no to me.

And now? Now she sent me the one thing that made the kick-off to my revenge effortless.

She thinks I don't remember fucking her on her birthday, or the scolding I received from my dad because he found me naked on his office floor, just before some of his associates walked in.....But I did. I couldn't forget, no matter how hard I tried. Because of her, I'd cheated on Lydia......yet, I would do it all over again, as long as Nora was the one writhing in pleasure beneath me.

I wouldn't have done anything at all, not until my friends and fiancé made a bet with me.

'If you can get her to fall in love with you, you'd get to tell each one of us to do whatever you want for as long as a month." It's going to be easy...no girl alive can resist my charm.

I stared at my phone, smirking at what Lydia sent. My evil fiancé and I had come up with a plan; she hated Nora, the new mysterious girl at school, whom no one seemed to know about, and I only wanted her to stop saying the word no to me. So we decided to teach her a lesson.

'Remember the plan, Asher.....she must pay.' Lydia's message read, Lydia hated anything that distracted me, especially when it ate into the time I spent with her. I couldnt get Nora Macie out of my mind, and I hated it.

Just as I sent a quick reply to Lydia, Nora marched down the stairs. No longer looking like the invisible maid's daughter she was, id managed to transform a duckling into a swan in record time. She tugged at the short red dress I'd chosen, clearly uncomfortable.

"This thing is a damn napkin." She grumbled.

"You're welcome." I grabbed her hands, tugging her to my car before she could say anything else. Lydia's message dropped into my mind again, reminding me about the plan I had to commence. Nora sending me that tape was the perfect cover to get her over to me.

Although I cannot deny the fact that I have watched it for a total of twenty-eight times in less than twelve hours... the sight of her, moaning, gasping for breath, my name on her tongue as she plays with her beautiful pussy.....all the vid captured was her face...her perfect face that I hate myself for wanting to kiss.

No, Asher! She's the daughter of a maid; she's poison....you can't have her. I needed to get a fucking grip. I had to deal with a very erect cock an hour before I rushed downstairs because of her.

"There's been a development." I glanced at her. She glared at me, her hands still tugging at the dress as if it would magically become longer. "Stop that."

"What?" she eyed me. "This contraption should never be on any human's body....I feel so exposed." She was flawless. Her hips were so wide, coupled with an ass so thick, I felt blood shoot to my cock the second I glanced at her. It's why I had to get her in the car with me before she would get a glimpse of how hard I was for her.

This is going to be harder than I fucking thought.

"And that's why you'd need it to get that weird fucker's eyes on you." Her eyes lit up at the mention of the idiot's name. I didn't know who the guy was; I didn't need to, but ever since she mentioned her crush on him, I've developed a deep animosity for the idiot.

She calms at the thought of his eyes on her, and it gives me the perfect moment to go in for the kill.

"To help us with this plan of ours, you need a boyfriend." Her eyes widen. "Someone even better than James Porter, who can get you the attention of everyone in school with just one word." My smirk grows wider at the thought of it. She, on the other hand, appears terrified.

"W-w-who do you have in mind?" she gulps.

"Me....date me, bunny," I order, my heart pounding at the thought of the revenge already blooming in my mind.

"Excuse me?!" She stares at me as if I've told her something incorrigible. "You're out of your mind."

"What's so hard about it? I'm clearly the hottest guy you've ever seen in your life. If you date me, the king of Riverbroke High, James Porter, and every single guy at school will suddenly want you. It's guaranteed."

"You think I'd want to date you?? I don't even like you." She hissed.

"It's not going to be real anyway....just something for show, enough to get everyone's eyes on you for as long as we need."

"You want to fake date the daughter of your housekeeper? What about your fiancé? I'm supposed to be a student on your father's tuition payroll. Do you think anyone's going to believe someone like you wants to be with someone like me?"

"No. That's why we are going to create a fake profile for you. No one at school knows you're the daughter of a maid; we just have to tap into that, and present you as the daughter of some wealthy merchant or something of the sort....a perfect cover for my fake girlfriend."

"And who is going to agree to be my parent?" She scoffed.

"My uncle." Uncle Frank would be perfect for the role because he was in on the plan as well and wouldn't say no to something fun.

"Come on, agree to be my fake girlfriend so you can get the guy you really want." I ran my eyes over her body again. How the hell am I going to control myself?? "It doesn't have to be long, bunny. We can do two months of this, and if James Porter doesn't come begging for your hand, we can call it quits."

"One month," that was all she said, her tone almost detached.

"One month?"

"Why?" she ran her eyes over my body, her gaze more challenging than mine. "Can't keep up?"

I don't know why, but that made me smirk. And before I knew it, even though it was against Lydia's plan; i found myself agreeing with her. "Fine, bunny.....one month of fake dating; but be warned, we can't fall in love."

"Oh, please," she said with a scoff. "I would never fall in love with you."

"Nor will I."