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."

and when I didn't find

and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't

so casually, so calmly it made a cold

shut and tried again, "We are in the

my lip as I

whore you need to learn your

are not my wife that I would consider

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory

humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

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

"A hundred."

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

would help

midnight, I had found her

felt warm

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

bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that

the day before that caused the irritation in

given her tonic which had at least

if I had this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care

be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

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

similar oddities that

her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she

sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

something to do about it then he wouldn't

that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

of my bra was showing and it felt like I would

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

things I would require for

but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet

forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

I looked up he was standing by his desk with his

pointed to the floor in front of

and when I was

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

I am waiting for the

will I get

swallowed and

lips and hardened as

knees, I inched up and got in