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

spank your arse so hard you

it so casually, so calmly it made

and tried again, "We

lip as I wanted to yell at

A whore is a whore you need to learn

I would consider the

my eyes against the memory where once

just to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for

of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally if not

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna,

cream would

back home at midnight, I had

had felt warm

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

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

day before that caused the irritation in

had at least relaxed her enough so

to go to the diner to work today and I could spend

be delighted to have ice cream and her

know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures

each of them had similar oddities that were

ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness

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

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

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

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

down on

down the things I would

frowned but he didn't

fumbled for the tablet to

almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse

"Crawl to me."

was standing by his desk with his ankles

pointed to the floor in

he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

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

brushed

am waiting

will I get

I swallowed

and hardened as I said,

up and got in