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

arse so hard you won't sit for

calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

lips shut and tried again, "We are in

as I wanted to

A whore is a whore

I would consider the place to fuck

my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where

"Oh, how can I

Name your prize."

yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for

didn't… But 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

"A hundred."

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

would help lift

had gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

had felt warm

to sleep because my little

with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get

leftover chicken from the day before

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her

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

delighted to

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

them had similar oddities that were

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

an equal measure of sadness and happiness

to do about it then he wouldn't ever

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

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

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

and it felt like I would combust into smoke

"On your knees."

dropped down on

the things I would

but he didn't

I fumbled for the tablet

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

"Crawl to me."

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

the floor in front of him and said,

he asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

I am waiting for

will I

swallowed and

my lips and hardened

knees, I inched up and got