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

spank your arse so hard you

it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

lips shut and tried again, "We are

as I wanted

is a whore you need

are not my wife that I would consider the place

closed my eyes against the memory where once we

how can I

Name your prize."

yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

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

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift her

When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

had felt warm

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was

daughter made me mad with worry and I was

day before that caused the irritation

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

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

would be delighted to

strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a

them had similar

things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers

an equal measure of sadness and happiness

something to do about

because I still have a part of him that loved me back

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down

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

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

the things I would require for

but he didn't

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to

forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed

pointed to the floor in front of

did what he asked and when I

He crouched down.

sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had

brushed

waiting

will I

swallowed

lips and hardened as I said,

up and got