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,

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

it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

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

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

whore is a whore you need to learn your

that I would consider the place

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

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

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch,

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

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift her

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

warm to the

and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing

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

from the day before that caused the irritation

had at least

to go to the diner to work today and

father, she would be delighted to

two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

had similar oddities

her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot

I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

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

him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

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

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

down on

the things I would require for this

frowned but

and I fumbled for

I was relaxed and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed

pointed to the floor in front of him and said,

he asked and when I

He crouched down.

face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you

brushed my

waiting for

will I

swallowed

to my lips and hardened as

inched up