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,

arse so hard

casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run

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

on my lip as

a whore

my wife that I would consider

eyes against the

humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help

back home at midnight, I had found her curled up

warm to

sleep because my little

me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

had at least relaxed her enough so

work today and I could spend

to have ice cream and her cold

strange and stubborn creatures

of them had similar oddities

her father Anna responded well

I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

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

that loved me

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

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

shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt

"On your knees."

down on

down the things I

but he didn't

and I fumbled for the tablet to

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

"Crawl to me."

standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held

to the floor in front

what he asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

"The sight of you on your knees cools

thumb brushed my

waiting for

will I get

I swallowed and

to my lips and hardened as I said,

up