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."

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

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

so calmly it made

shut and tried again, "We are in the

bit down on my lip as I wanted to

whore is a whore you need

that I would

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

how can I forget you won't

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch,

hated me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna,

cream would help lift her

back home at midnight, I had found her curled

had felt warm to the touch

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

worry and I was

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

at least relaxed her

diner to work today and I could spend my time with my

her father, she would be delighted to have

how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them

them had similar oddities

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

felt an

had something to do about it then

a part of him that loved me back just as I had loved him

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot

"On your knees."

dropped down on

down the things I would

but

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk

the floor in front of him and said,

he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

am waiting for the

will I get

I swallowed and

lips and hardened as I said,

inched up and got