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."

I didn't find anything, I

name and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for

calmly it made a cold shiver run down

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are

down on my lip as I

is a whore you need to learn

I would consider

my eyes against the

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

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's for

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

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna,

would help lift

I had found

felt warm to

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse

the leftover chicken from the day before that

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care

like her father, she would be delighted to have

strange and stubborn creatures that

similar oddities that were endearing to

responded well to cold things instead of hot when

sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

something to do about it then he

part of him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down on

things I would require for

frowned but

for the tablet to

was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar

the floor in front of him and said,

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

He crouched down.

as he said, "The sight of you on your knees

thumb brushed

am waiting

will I

I swallowed and

to my lips and hardened

inched up and got in his