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 asked, "We are in

my name and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for a

so calmly it made a cold shiver

my lips shut and tried again, "We

on my lip as I wanted to yell at

a whore you

not my wife that I would consider

closed my eyes against the memory where once we

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

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his

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

"A hundred."

to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

cream would help lift her

at midnight, I had found

had felt warm to the

sleep because my little angel

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

from the day

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

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

strange and stubborn creatures that each

them had similar oddities that were endearing

like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers

an equal measure of sadness

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

have a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

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

as I unbuttoned my

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."

dropped down

the things I would require

frowned but he didn't

for the tablet to

forgot that I was on

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk with

pointed to the floor in

he asked and when

He crouched down.

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

brushed

I am waiting

will I get

swallowed and

to my lips and hardened as I

knees, I inched up and got