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."

didn't find

my name and I'll spank your arse so hard

it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

and tried again, "We

bit down on my lip as I wanted

whore you need to learn your

my wife that I

my eyes against the

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for that

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 would hate him equally if not

"A hundred."

to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

cream would help lift her

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

warm to the

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

my daughter made me mad with worry and

the leftover chicken from the day before that

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her

I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take

her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her

and stubborn creatures that each of

similar

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

I felt an equal measure of sadness and

something to do about it

a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

and pulled out a hundred dollar bill

shook as I

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 moment now

"On your knees."

down on my

down the things I would

but he

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not

and almost forgot that I was on

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

pointed to the floor in front of him and said,

and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

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

brushed

waiting for the

will I get

I swallowed and

my lips and hardened

inched up and got in his