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."

didn't find anything, I asked,

I'll spank your arse

calmly it made a cold shiver

lips shut and tried again, "We are

on my lip as I wanted

A whore is a whore

my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

at his insult and closed my eyes against

can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on

Name your prize."

yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for that

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."

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

ice cream would

had found her curled up on the

warm

unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up

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

the day before that caused the

had at least relaxed

to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take

to have ice cream and her cold

most strange and stubborn creatures

of them had similar oddities

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

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

I had something to do about it then he

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

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

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

down on

down the things I would require

but

I fumbled for the

I was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

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

pointed to the floor in front of him and said,

did what he asked and when I

He crouched down.

cupped my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part

brushed

waiting for

will I get

swallowed and

lips and hardened as I said,

my knees, I inched up and got