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."

eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the office,

name and I'll spank your arse

calmly it made

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are

my lip as

whore is a whore you need to learn your

are not my wife that I

flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to each

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

Name your prize."

yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for that

didn't… But something told 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

cream would help lift her

I had found her curled

had felt warm

had been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up

me mad with worry and I was praying all night that

from the day before that caused the irritation in

I had given her tonic which had at least

this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and

would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will be

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

similar

but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

because if I had something to do about it then

a part of him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

and pulled out a hundred

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

I dropped down

the things I

frowned but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in front

what he asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

brushed

I am waiting

will I get

swallowed and

lips and hardened as I said,

knees, I inched up and got