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 the

arse so hard

it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

and tried again,

as I wanted

is a whore you

not my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

insult and closed my eyes against the memory where

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

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for

make sure of

"A hundred."

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

cream would help

I had found her curled

felt warm

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

day before that caused the

her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that

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

would be delighted to have ice cream and her

strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a

similar oddities that were endearing to

Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when

sometimes I felt an equal measure

do about

still have a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

the things I would require for

frowned but he

and I fumbled for the tablet

was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and

floor in front of him and said,

and when

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

am waiting for

I get

swallowed and

dropped to my lips and

inched up