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,

my name and I'll spank your arse so hard

calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

and tried again, "We are

on my lip as I

whore is a whore you

wife that I would consider the

closed my eyes against the

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

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch,

But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a

cream would help

When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found

felt warm to

so worried and was unable to sleep because my little

daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't

it was the leftover chicken from the day before

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that

work today

would be delighted to have ice cream and

two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of

similar oddities that were

when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things

him and sometimes I felt an

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

still have a part of him that loved me back just as I had

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

and pulled out a

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

undone, the front of 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

I would require

frowned but

I fumbled for the tablet to

was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between

in front of him and said,

asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part

thumb brushed

am waiting for the

will I get

swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as

inched up and got