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."

eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the

and I'll spank your arse so hard you

calmly it made a cold

and tried again, "We

on my lip as I wanted

is a whore you

I would consider the place

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

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his

of it that

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would

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

had felt warm

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

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was

it was the leftover chicken from the day before that

had at least relaxed her enough so

work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take

to have ice cream

how God made these two the 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

was all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure

because if I had something to do about it then he

him that

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

his hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke

"On your knees."

down

the things I would require for

but

for the tablet to

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

"Crawl to me."

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

pointed to the floor in front

when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

waiting for

I get

swallowed

and hardened

I inched up and