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

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

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the office,

down on my lip as

is a whore

my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we

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

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch,

told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him

"A hundred."

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

would help

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

warm to

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

daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all

from the day before that caused the

which had at

work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care of

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

and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part

each of them had similar oddities that

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

and sometimes I felt an equal measure

because if I had something to do about it then

because I still have a part of him that loved me back just as I had

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

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

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

showing and it felt

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

things I would require for this

but he

for the tablet to

almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

desk with his ankles crossed

the floor in front of him and said,

what he asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

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

brushed

waiting for

I get

swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened

up and