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

spank your arse so hard you won't sit

calmly it made a cold shiver run

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are

down on my lip as I wanted to

whore is a whore

my wife that I would consider the place to

closed my eyes against the memory where once we

he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's

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 this was I would hate him equally

"A hundred."

be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would help lift

had found

had felt warm

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

of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she

the leftover chicken from the day

tonic which had at least relaxed

have to go to the diner to work today and I

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

made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

similar oddities that were endearing

Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she

an equal measure of sadness and happiness

do about it then he wouldn't ever know

that loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

wallet and pulled out a

shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

down on

I would

but he didn't

for the tablet to not

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

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with his ankles crossed and

to the floor in front of him and

what he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

thumb brushed my

waiting

I

I swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened as I said, "You

my knees, I inched up and got