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."

when I didn't find anything, I

I'll spank your arse

casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

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

lip as I wanted to yell at

a whore you need to learn your

wife that I would consider the place to

his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had

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

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's for that

that would change, he would make sure of it that by the

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna, for

would help lift her

home at midnight, I had found her curled

warm to the

unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing

with worry and I was praying

chicken from the day before

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her

to the diner to work today

would be delighted to have ice cream

know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part

of them had similar oddities

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

and sometimes I felt an equal measure

because if I had something to do about it then he

still have a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

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

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

dropped down on

I would require for this

but he

speaking and I fumbled for the

almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

by his desk

to the floor in front of him

did what he asked and when I

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

I am waiting for

I

I swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened as I said,

my knees, I inched up and got in his