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."

didn't find

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

it so casually, so calmly it

lips shut and tried again, "We

lip as I wanted

A whore is a whore you need to learn your

wife that I would consider the place

my eyes against the memory where once we had promised

how can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

something told me that would change, he would make sure of it

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

back home at midnight, I had found her curled up

had felt warm to the

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

bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in her

which had at least relaxed her

money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel

delighted to have ice cream and her

and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part

similar oddities that were endearing

hate cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold

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

if I had something to do about

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

as I

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

"On your knees."

down on my

down the things I would require for

but

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

pointed to the floor in front of him and

and when I was

He crouched down.

sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

thumb brushed my

am waiting

will I get

I swallowed and

and hardened as I

I inched up