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 anything, I asked, "We

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

so casually, so calmly it made a

tried again,

bit down on my lip as I wanted to yell

is a whore

that I would consider the place to fuck

and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to each

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

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

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

"A hundred."

tub of ice-cream for Anna,

would help lift her

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

felt warm

was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing

made me mad with worry and I was praying all

the day before

had at least relaxed her enough so

work today and

father, she would be delighted to have ice

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

each of them had similar oddities that were endearing

Anna responded well to cold things

all him and sometimes I felt an

to do about it then he wouldn't ever

because I still have a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like

"On your knees."

dropped down

I would require for this

but he

and I fumbled for the tablet to

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

"Crawl to me."

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

pointed to the floor in front

when I

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

waiting

I get

I swallowed

dropped to my lips and hardened as

I inched up and got in