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."

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

spank your arse so hard you

so casually, so calmly it made

shut and tried again,

lip as I wanted to yell at

is a whore you need to

my wife that I would

at his insult and closed my eyes

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

Name your prize."

yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his

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

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

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

felt warm to

because my little angel was

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

leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation

at least relaxed her enough so that she

diner to work today and I could spend my time with my

be delighted to have ice cream

and stubborn creatures that each of them has a

of them had similar oddities

father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from

I felt an equal measure

to do about it

part of him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how

"On your knees."

dropped down

I would require for

frowned but

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to

forgot that I was on my knees with

"Crawl to me."

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

to the floor in front of him

asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

sight of you

thumb brushed

am waiting

will I get

swallowed and

lips and

my knees, I inched up and got