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."

when I didn't find anything,

name and I'll spank your arse

it made a cold shiver run

lips shut and tried again,

as

whore is a whore you need to learn your

wife that I would consider the place to

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory

I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

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

me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

midnight, I had found her

had felt warm to

and was unable to sleep because my little angel was

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

chicken from the day before that caused the

which had at least relaxed her enough so

to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and

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

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

of them had similar oddities that

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

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

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

a part of him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

undone, 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."

dropped down

the things I would require

frowned but he didn't

I fumbled for the tablet to

was relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

pointed to the floor in front of

he asked and when I

He crouched down.

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

brushed

waiting for the

will I get

I swallowed

lips and hardened

knees, I inched up and