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."

find anything, I asked, "We are

and I'll spank your arse so hard you

so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

and tried again, "We are in the office,

lip as I

is a whore you need

my wife that I would consider

at his insult and closed my eyes against

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

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

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

"A hundred."

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

would help lift

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

warm

and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging to

me mad with worry and I was praying all night

was the leftover chicken from the day

which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

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

be delighted to have ice

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

had similar oddities that were endearing to

her father Anna responded well to cold things instead

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

do about it then

of him that loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

his wallet and pulled out a

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

the things I

frowned but he didn't

fumbled for the

relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my

"Crawl to me."

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

pointed to the floor in front of him and

when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

as he said, "The sight of

brushed my

am waiting for the

will I

swallowed and

to my lips and hardened

up and