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

I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for a

so calmly it made a cold

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

on my lip as I wanted to

whore you need to learn your

that I would

and closed my eyes against the memory where

add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on the

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

would make sure of it that by the end of this,

"A hundred."

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

cream would

had found her curled up on the

felt warm

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging to

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she

day before that caused the

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her

I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and

would be delighted to have ice cream

God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them

them had similar oddities that were endearing

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

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness

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

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

brought out his wallet and pulled

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke

"On your knees."

I dropped down

things I would require

but he

fumbled for

was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

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

pointed to the floor in front of him and

and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had

brushed my

I am waiting for

I

I swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened

I inched up and got in his