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, "We

arse so hard you won't

so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

lips shut and tried again, "We are in

bit down on my lip as I

whore you need to learn your

my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

eyes against the memory where once we had promised

I forget you won't do

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's

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

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we

ice cream would help

gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled

felt warm to the

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all

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

from the day before

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

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

be delighted to have ice

two the most strange and stubborn

of them had similar

responded well to cold things instead of

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

do about it then he wouldn't ever know

him that loved me

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

his hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down

I would require for this

frowned but

and I fumbled for the tablet to

almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse

"Crawl to me."

his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

the floor in front of

when

He crouched down.

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

brushed

am waiting

I get

swallowed

lips and

knees, I inched up