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."

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

spank your arse so hard you won't sit

casually, so calmly it made a cold

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We

down on my lip as

A whore is a whore you

not my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

and closed my eyes against the memory

add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

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

of it that by the end of this,

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

had found her curled up on the sofa coughing

warm to

sleep because my little angel

daughter made me mad with worry and I

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

her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

like her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will be

how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a

them had similar oddities that were endearing

responded well

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

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

have a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

pulled out

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

the things I would

but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for the

finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was

"Crawl to me."

startled and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with

the floor in front of him

asked and when I

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

waiting

I

I swallowed

to my lips and hardened as I

knees, I inched up and got in his