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."

searched his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the

I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for

calmly it made a cold shiver run down

my lips shut and tried again, "We are

on my lip as

a whore you need to learn

not my wife that I would consider the place to

flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

his

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

"A hundred."

tub of ice-cream for Anna, for

would help

midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

had felt warm to the touch

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

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

chicken from the day before that

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed

to work today and

be delighted to have ice cream

two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

of them had similar

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

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

do about it then he wouldn't ever know about

I still have a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

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

shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

I would require for

but he

I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

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

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with his ankles crossed

in front of

what he asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

waiting for the

will I

swallowed

and hardened as

my knees, I inched up and got