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."

I didn't find anything, I asked,

my name and I'll spank your arse so hard you

so calmly it made

lips shut and tried again, "We are

lip as I

a whore you need to

are not my wife that I would

his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever

added, "Oh, how can I forget

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

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

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

"A hundred."

buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would help

at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing

felt warm to the touch

and was unable to sleep because my

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

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

given her tonic which had at

I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work

be delighted to

God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each

each of them had similar oddities that

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

I felt an

something to do about it

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

out his wallet and pulled out a

as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would

"On your knees."

dropped down on

things I would require

frowned but he didn't

and I fumbled for

finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held

the floor in

when I was near,

He crouched down.

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

brushed

I am waiting for the

will I get

swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened as I said, "You

I inched up and got in