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."

I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the office,

your arse so hard you won't sit for a

so casually, so calmly it made a

tried again,

lip as I wanted to

a whore you need to learn your

my wife that I

my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to

to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

yet

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

would change, he would make sure of it

"A hundred."

of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would

at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa

felt warm to the touch

unable to sleep because my little angel

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

chicken from the day before

given her tonic which had at least

to the diner to work today and I

delighted to have ice

the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of

each of them had similar oddities that were endearing

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

all him and sometimes I felt an

had something to do about it then he wouldn't

of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

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

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down on my

things I would require

but he didn't

and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse half

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

pointed to the floor in front of

what he asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been seeking

brushed

I am waiting for the

I get

swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened as I

up and