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."

find anything, I asked, "We are

my name and I'll spank your arse so hard you

so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

lips shut and tried again, "We

bit down on my lip as I wanted to yell

whore is a whore you need to learn your

my wife that I

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against

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

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for

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."

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

cream would help lift

back home at midnight, I had found her curled

felt warm to

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

mad with worry and I was praying all night

day before that caused the

which had at least relaxed her

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

she would be delighted to have ice cream and her

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

them had similar oddities that

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

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

because if I had something to do about it then he wouldn't

a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

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

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

down on

down the things I

frowned but

started speaking and I fumbled for

relaxed and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

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

pointed to the floor in front of

he asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

I am waiting for

I

I swallowed and

to my lips and hardened as

my knees, I inched up and got in his