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."

didn't find anything, I asked, "We

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

so casually, so calmly it made a cold

tried again, "We are in the

lip as I wanted to

whore you need to learn your

that I would consider

and closed my eyes against the

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

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for that

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

"A hundred."

and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for

would help lift her

home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the

warm

to sleep because my little angel

to my daughter made me mad with worry and

from the day before that caused the

had given her tonic which had at least

work today and

delighted to have ice cream and her cold will be

how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that

them had similar oddities that were

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

an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

because if I had something to do about it

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

he brought out his wallet and pulled

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down

I would require

frowned but

speaking and I fumbled for the

finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

desk with his ankles crossed and

floor in front

and when I

He crouched down.

sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been seeking

thumb brushed my

am waiting for the

I

I swallowed

lips and hardened as I said,

my knees, I inched up