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."

when I didn't find anything, I asked,

I'll spank your arse so

so casually, so calmly it made a

tried again, "We are in the

down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

is a whore you need to learn

not my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

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

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

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his

that would change, he would make sure of

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would

back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

warm

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

me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't

the day before that caused the irritation

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her

go to the diner to work today and

would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

these two the most strange and stubborn creatures

of them had similar oddities that were

Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she

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

something to do about it then he wouldn't ever

him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

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

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

down the things I would

but he

I fumbled for the

time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

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

to the floor in front of him and

he asked and when I

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

I am waiting

I

I swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened

my knees, I inched up and got in