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, "We are in the

name and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit

it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

clamped my lips shut and tried again,

lip as I wanted to yell at

is a whore

that I

eyes

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

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

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help

midnight, I had found

felt warm to

to sleep because my little

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

leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation

at least relaxed her enough so

to work today and I could spend my time with my

her father, she would be delighted to have ice

the most strange and stubborn creatures

each of them had similar oddities that were

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

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

because if I had something to do about it

have a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

and it felt like I would combust into smoke

"On your knees."

down on

I would require for this

but he

started speaking and I fumbled for the

forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse half

"Crawl to me."

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

the floor in

he asked and when

He crouched down.

gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you

thumb brushed

am waiting

I get

swallowed

dropped to my lips and

my knees, I inched up