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."

I didn't find

spank your arse so hard

casually, so calmly it made a cold

my lips shut and tried again, "We

lip as I wanted to yell

whore is a whore you need to

are not my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

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

how can I forget you won't

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for that

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

"A hundred."

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

cream would help

back home at midnight, I had

had felt warm to the

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

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

day before that

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her

to work today and I could spend my time with

be delighted to have ice cream

strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of

of them had similar oddities that were endearing

father Anna responded well to cold things

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

about it then he wouldn't ever know

him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

narrowed

his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled

fingers shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like

"On your knees."

dropped down

I

frowned but he

for the tablet to not

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

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with his ankles

the floor in front of him and

he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on

brushed

I am waiting for

I get

swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and

knees, I inched up and got in