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 anything, I asked, "We are in the

spank your arse so hard

so casually, so calmly it made

shut and tried again, "We are in

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

A whore is a whore

wife that I

closed my eyes against the memory where once we had

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

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his

But something told me that would change, he would make sure of

"A hundred."

tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we

would help lift her

had found

felt warm to the

unable to sleep because my little angel

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

day before that

at least

had this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with

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

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

of them had similar oddities that were endearing to

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

him and sometimes I felt an equal

because if I had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever

a part of him that loved me back just as I

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

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

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

I would require for

but he

fumbled for

finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and

to the floor in front of him

and when I was near,

He crouched down.

sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had

brushed my

am waiting for

will I get

I swallowed and

lips and hardened as I

knees, I inched up