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."

his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I

spank your arse so hard you won't sit for

so calmly it made a

shut and tried again, "We are in the

lip as I wanted to yell

A whore is a whore

wife that I would consider the place to fuck

my eyes against the memory where

can I forget you won't do anything unless money is

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

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

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

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would

midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing

warm to the

so 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

from the day before that caused the irritation in

given her tonic which had at

I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and

delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

the most strange and stubborn creatures that each

each of them had similar

father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when

an

do about

have a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

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

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

was showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

down on my

down the things I would require for this

but

for the tablet

almost forgot that I was on my knees with

"Crawl to me."

startled and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles

floor in front of him and said,

and when I was near,

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

am waiting for the

will I get

swallowed

to my lips and hardened

inched up and