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,

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

said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run

and tried again, "We are

down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore is a whore you need to learn

not my wife that I would consider the

my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the

can I forget you won't do anything unless

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

change, he would make sure of it that

"A hundred."

groceries and a tub of ice-cream for

cream would help

at midnight, I had found her curled up

warm to

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

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

was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

at least relaxed her enough so that

diner to work today and

be delighted to

don't know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

of them had similar oddities

people hate cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness

do about it then

a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

and pulled

fingers shook as I unbuttoned

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

"On your knees."

down

things I would require

frowned but he

I fumbled for the tablet

I was relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

looked up he was standing by his desk with his

in front

did what he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part

thumb brushed my

waiting for the

I get

swallowed

to my lips and hardened as

knees, I inched up