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 anything, I asked, "We are in the office,

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

calmly it made a

clamped my lips shut and tried again,

down on my lip as I wanted to

whore you need to

are not my wife that I

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

can I forget

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for that

something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally if not

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for

cream would

gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on

had felt warm

worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was

it was the leftover chicken from the day

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my

like her father, she would be delighted to

and stubborn

them had similar oddities that were

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

and sometimes I felt an equal measure

had something to do about it then he

part of him that loved me back just as I had

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

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

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

down on my

the things I

but he didn't

and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the

in

and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

I am waiting for

I

swallowed and

to my lips and hardened as I

up and got