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,

spank your arse so

casually, so calmly it

shut and tried again, "We are in

as

A whore is a whore you need to

not my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

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

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

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

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

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

had felt warm

my little angel

daughter made me mad with worry and I

day before that

at least

to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take

to have ice cream and her cold will be

and stubborn creatures that each of them has

had similar oddities that were

hate cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to

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

to do about it

that loved me

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

and pulled

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust into

"On your knees."

down on

things I would require for this

but he

for

and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

startled and when I looked up he was standing by his desk

in front of him and said,

and when I was

He crouched down.

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

brushed

I am waiting for the

will I

I swallowed

to my lips and hardened as

up and