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."

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

name and I'll spank your arse so hard

so calmly it made a

my lips shut and tried

my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore is a whore you need to learn

are not my wife that I

eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate

"A hundred."

and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

would help

back home at midnight, I had found her curled

felt warm to the touch

because my little angel was coughing up all night and

bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was

day before that caused

her tonic which had at least relaxed

I had this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and

would be delighted to have ice cream and her

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

had similar oddities

ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of

an equal measure of sadness and happiness

to do about it then he wouldn't ever know about

part of him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

he brought out his wallet and pulled out

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

of my bra was showing and it felt like

"On your knees."

down

I

but he

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not

forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

looked up he was standing by his desk with his

to the floor in front

he asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

sight of you on your knees cools the raging part

thumb brushed

am waiting for the

I

I swallowed and

my lips and hardened as I

inched up and