Blackmailed For Love

The buzzer went off for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes and the young girl sitting five feet away in her own cubicle gave me a look.

The arsehole was intentionally making it harder for me to work for him.

He was playing with me like a cat that played with a mouse that he's about to devour.

1 I snapped the file I was reading close and stood up with a low growl.

I grabbed the tablet that was left behind by Jenna and for which I had gotten reprimanded not ten minutes ago when he demanded me to write down the things he wanted done.

I walked to his door and this time I didn't knock, what was the purpose when he had called me and seen me walking toward his office, also he intentionally makes me wait.

1 But the moment I stepped in I realized my mistake.

His cold eyes settled on me and he said, "Get out.

And come again, this time knock like a good little girl before you earn yourself a punishment."

I froze.

I wanted to ignore him, to defy him.

But I wanted to push that part as far away as I could where he would indeed punish me.

I turned back around, closed the door and knocked.

This time he made me wait for five minutes before he bid me to enter.

1 I entered and said, "You called, Mr Aaron."

"Call me sir."

2 I met his eyes and he returned my gaze steadily.

Licking my lips, swallowing my pride and telling myself I was doing it all for my daughter and mother, I said, "You called, sir.

What can I do for you?"

"Close the door."

I faltered at his command.

He arched one dark brow and waited.

I turned around and did as he asked.

And as I turned to look at him, I heard the swishing sound of blinds being drawn.

My whole body became alert.

His expression was still cold and calm, he didn't show what he was thinking and still it felt like he was weaving a trap around me.

"Come closer,"

My muscles tensed but I stepped forward.

My heart gave a lurch, wondering what he was thinking.

A foot away from his desk, I stopped.

His cold grey eyes travelled down the length of me and he said, "I don't like what you are wearing."

2 I bit down on my lip, wondering if he was going to tell me to get naked.

But what made me confused was as much as my body was against the idea, a part of me wanted to see the heated look he used to give me.

Would he still look at me like that? Like he couldn't wait any longer to have me? ""Unbutton your blouse."

when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We

I'll spank your arse so hard

casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the office,

bit down on my lip as I

a whore you need to learn

wife that I would consider the place to fuck

insult and closed my eyes against the memory where

how can I forget you won't

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for

I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would

"A hundred."

and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would

cream would help lift her

midnight, I had

had felt warm to

and was unable to sleep because my little angel was

with worry and I was

day before

her tonic which had at least

to work today and I could spend my

her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

don't know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

each of them had similar oddities that

but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

because if I had something to do about

I still have a part of him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on the

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke any moment

"On your knees."

down

I would

but

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet

was relaxed and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk with his ankles

to the floor in front of him and

did what he asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging

brushed my

am waiting

will I get

swallowed and

and hardened

my knees, I inched up and