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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the

arse so hard you won't sit for a

calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

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

my lip as

a whore you need to learn your

wife that I would consider the place

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for

I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have

ice cream would

home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa

warm to the

was unable to sleep because my little

discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she

was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation

given her tonic which had at

I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could

father, she would be delighted to

strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

them had similar oddities that were

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

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of

had something to do about it

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how

"On your knees."

I dropped down

things I would require

but

and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

relaxed and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

desk with his ankles crossed and

in front of him

when I

He crouched down.

fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

thumb brushed

waiting for

will I get

I swallowed

dropped to my lips and hardened as I said, "You

knees, I inched up and