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."

his eyes and when I didn't find

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

so calmly it made

lips shut and tried again, "We

on my lip as I wanted to yell

A whore is a whore you need to

wife that I would consider the place to fuck

my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever

to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget

Name your prize."

yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's for that

of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful of

would help lift

When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the

warm

to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging

me mad with worry and I was

day before that caused the

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and

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

two the most strange and stubborn creatures

them had similar oddities that were endearing to

responded well to cold things instead

felt an

about it then he wouldn't ever know about

have a part of him that loved me back

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

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

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

was showing and it felt like I would combust

"On your knees."

down

things I would require

frowned but he didn't

and I fumbled for the tablet to

finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with his

in front of him and said,

asked and when I was

He crouched down.

cupped my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight

thumb brushed

waiting for

will I get

swallowed and

my lips and hardened as I

knees, I inched up and got