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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We

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

so casually, so calmly it made a cold

my lips shut and tried again,

bit down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore

my wife that I would consider the place

insult and closed my eyes against the memory

add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

of it that by the end of this, whatever

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna, for once we would

ice cream would help lift her

at midnight, I had

warm to the

my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging to

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

day before that caused the irritation in her

tonic which had at least relaxed

this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel

be delighted to have ice cream

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

had similar oddities that

responded well to

and sometimes I felt an

because if I had something to do about it then

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

his wallet and pulled out a hundred

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust into smoke

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

I

but he didn't

I fumbled for the

was relaxed and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with

in front of him

did what he asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

I am waiting

I get

I swallowed

to my lips and hardened as

I inched up and got in his