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 asked, "We are in

and I'll spank your arse so hard

it made a cold shiver

my lips shut and tried again,

lip as I wanted to yell

is a whore you need to learn your

wife that I

his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once

I forget you

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's

me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

home at midnight, I had found her curled up on

had felt warm

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse

from the day before that caused the

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

work today and I could spend my time with my angel and

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

and stubborn creatures that each

of them had similar oddities that were endearing to

father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever or

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of

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

because I still have a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then he

and pulled out a hundred dollar

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with

"On your knees."

down on my

things I would

frowned but

for

was 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 with his ankles crossed and held the dollar

to the floor in front of

he asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of

thumb brushed my

waiting for the

will I

I swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and

I inched up