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."

searched his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We

spank your arse

calmly it made a cold shiver

and tried again, "We are

as I wanted to yell

is a whore you

wife that I would consider the place to fuck

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to

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

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's

me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this

"A hundred."

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

would help

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

warm to the

unable to sleep because my little

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

it was the leftover chicken from the day before

at

to work today and I could spend my time

be delighted to have ice

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part

of them had similar oddities that were endearing

responded well to cold things

I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

I had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever know about

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed

brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

down on my

the things I would require for this

but he didn't

I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

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

in front

did what he asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

brushed

am waiting for

will I

I swallowed and

lips and hardened as I said,

I inched up and got in his