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,

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

said it so casually, so calmly it made a

shut and tried again, "We are in

down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore is a whore

wife that I would consider the place to

insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to each

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

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

something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by

"A hundred."

able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful

ice cream would help lift

I had found her curled up

felt warm to the

and was unable to sleep because my little

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse and fall

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

which had at least

diner to work

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

the most strange and stubborn creatures that each

them had similar

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

was all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

had something to do about

a part of him that loved me back just as I

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

his wallet and pulled out a hundred

fingers shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

I

frowned but

and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

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

"Crawl to me."

desk

the floor in front of him and

when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

brushed

waiting

I get

I swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened as I

inched up and got