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."

find anything, I

arse so hard you won't sit

casually, so calmly it made a cold

lips shut and tried

on my lip as I wanted

A whore is a whore you need to learn your

I would consider the place to

eyes against the memory

to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

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, whatever this was I

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift

home at midnight, I had

felt warm to the touch

unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and

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

chicken from the day before that caused

which had at least relaxed

diner to work today

would be delighted to have ice cream

most strange and stubborn creatures that

them had similar oddities

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

I felt an equal measure of sadness

do about

have a part of him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

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

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

I

but

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to

he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk with his

the floor in front of him and

asked and when

He crouched down.

my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on

brushed my

I am waiting for

I

swallowed

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

inched up