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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the

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

casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run

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

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

whore is a whore you need to learn

not my wife that I would consider

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

can I forget you won't do

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

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

hated me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift

midnight, I had found her curled

felt warm

my little angel was coughing up all night and

daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse

it was the leftover chicken from the day before that

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

to work today and I could spend my time

to have ice cream

two the most strange and

similar oddities that were endearing

father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

if I had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever know

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

of my bra was showing and it felt

"On your knees."

dropped down

the things I would require

frowned but he

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

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

in front of him

he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

am waiting for

will I

swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I said,

knees, I inched up and got in