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."

searched his eyes and when I didn't find

arse so hard you won't

said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are

my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore is a whore you need

that I would consider the place to fuck

closed my eyes against the memory

add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for

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

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful of

cream would help lift

I had found

had felt warm to the touch

was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing

worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get

the day before that caused the irritation

at least relaxed her enough

to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time

she would be delighted to have ice cream and her

two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of

had similar oddities that were

when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness

I had something to do about

that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

out his wallet and pulled out

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now

"On your knees."

dropped down on

the things I would require for

frowned but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet

was relaxed and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

looked up he was standing by his desk with

the floor in front of him

he asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

brushed

I am waiting

I get

I swallowed and

my lips and hardened as

I inched up and got in his