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."

when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the office,

name and I'll spank your arse so hard

said it so casually, so calmly it

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the

my lip as I wanted

is a whore

my wife that I

flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever

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

Name your prize."

and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

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

sure of it that by the

"A hundred."

be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have

cream would help lift her

home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the

had felt warm to the

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

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

was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation

her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care

her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream

made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures

similar oddities that

well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

to do about it then he wouldn't ever know about

a part of him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, 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."

dropped down on

things I would require for

frowned but he didn't

for the

and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill

the floor in front of him

asked and when I

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

am waiting

I

swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened as

my knees, I inched up and got in his