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."

searched his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in

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

so casually, so calmly it made a cold

shut and tried again, "We are

as I wanted to yell at

A whore is a whore you need to learn

are not my wife that I would consider the place to

insult and closed my eyes against the memory

to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's

change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally

"A hundred."

able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

cream would help

midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing

warm to

so worried and was unable to sleep because my little

of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I

it was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in her

which had at least relaxed her enough so that

this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and

father, she would be delighted to have ice

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

each of them had similar oddities that were endearing to

but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure

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

I still have a part of him that loved me back just as I

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

my bra was showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

I would require for this

but

fumbled for the tablet to not miss

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

the floor in front of him and

did what he asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had

brushed my

am waiting

will I get

swallowed

lips and hardened as

I inched up and got