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."

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

name and I'll spank your arse so hard

casually, so calmly it made

lips shut and tried again, "We are in the office,

on my lip as I wanted to

whore you need

my wife that I would consider the

eyes against the memory where once

how can I

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his

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

"A hundred."

tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have

would help lift

I had gone back home at midnight, I had found

had felt warm to the

because my little angel

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get

leftover chicken from the day

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that

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

she would be delighted to

and stubborn creatures that each of them has

of them had similar oddities that

responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from

felt an equal measure of sadness

to do about it then

that loved me back just as I had loved him

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

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

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust

"On your knees."

dropped down

things I would require for this

frowned but he

fumbled for the tablet to not miss

and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

his desk with

pointed to the floor in front of him and

when I

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

waiting for the

I get

swallowed

lips and hardened as I

my knees, I inched up and got