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

spank your arse so hard you won't sit for

said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold

my lips shut and tried again, "We are

bit down on my lip as I wanted

is a whore you need to learn your

my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

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

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on the

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally if

"A hundred."

ice-cream

cream would help lift

gone back home at midnight, I had found

warm to the touch

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

to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she

chicken from the day before that caused

her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care

to have ice cream and her cold will

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

them had similar oddities that were endearing to

father Anna responded well to cold things instead

I felt an equal measure of sadness and

I had something to do about it then

of him that loved me back just as I had loved him

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

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

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

I would require for this

but he didn't

fumbled for the tablet

and almost forgot that I was on my knees with

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed

floor in front

he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

brushed

am waiting

will I get

swallowed

lips and hardened as I said,

knees, I inched up and got