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 asked, "We are

I'll spank your arse so

calmly it made a

lips shut and tried again, "We are

lip as I

a whore

my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised

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

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

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

hated me, 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 hate him

"A hundred."

be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful of

ice cream would help lift her

midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

had felt warm to the touch

and was unable to sleep because my little

bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night

the day before that caused the

had at least relaxed her enough so that

to go to the diner to work today and I

she would be delighted to have ice cream and

most strange and stubborn creatures that each

them had similar oddities that were endearing

Anna responded well to

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of

had something to do about it then he

still have a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down

the things I would

but he didn't

and I fumbled for

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

"Crawl to me."

looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill

in front of him and said,

and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

"The sight of you on your

thumb brushed

am waiting for

I get

I swallowed and

my lips and

up and