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."

eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked,

my name and I'll spank your arse so

it made a cold shiver run

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the

my lip as I wanted

A whore is a whore you

I would consider the place

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

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for

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

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift her

When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found

felt warm to

was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all

me mad with worry and I

it was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused

given her tonic which had at least

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

she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will be

made these two the most strange and

had similar oddities

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

I felt an equal measure of sadness

to do about it then he wouldn't ever

of him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

pulled out

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

my bra was showing and it felt

"On your knees."

dropped down on

I would require for this

but

for the tablet to not miss

finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

his desk with his ankles crossed

floor in front of him and said,

when I

He crouched down.

cupped my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight

thumb brushed my

am waiting for the

will I

I swallowed

to my lips and hardened

I inched up and got in his