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

spank your arse so hard

casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

my lips shut and tried again, "We are in

on my lip as I wanted to yell at

a whore you need to

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

eyes against the

how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's

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

"A hundred."

buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for

would help lift her

I had found her

had felt warm to the

sleep because my little

mad with worry and I was praying all night that

it was the leftover chicken from the day before

at least relaxed

work today and I could spend my time with my

father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and

strange and stubborn creatures that each

of them had similar oddities that

people hate cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever or

an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

something to do about it then he wouldn't

I still have a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down on my

down the things I would require

but he didn't

I fumbled for the tablet to not

almost forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the

the floor in front of him

asked and when I was

He crouched down.

rough as he said, "The sight of you

brushed my

waiting for the

I get

I swallowed and

to my lips and hardened as I said,

up