Blackmailed For Love

Chapter 17: On your knees Elsa

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

your arse so hard you won't

so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the office,

on my lip as

whore is a whore you

I would consider the place to

insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once

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

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

he hated me, I 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

"A hundred."

buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful of

ice cream would

gone back home at midnight, I had found

felt warm to the touch

and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night

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

day before that caused the

had given her tonic which had at least

this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today

like her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

the most strange and stubborn creatures

of them had similar oddities

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

was all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

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

him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill

fingers shook 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

frowned but he

for

and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

pointed to the floor in

he asked and when I

He crouched down.

rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had

brushed my

waiting for the

will I

I swallowed

my lips and hardened as I said, "You

inched up

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