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."

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

and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for a

calmly it made a cold shiver run down

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are in

down on my lip as I

a whore

my wife that I would

my eyes against

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

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his

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

"A hundred."

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

would help

gone back home at midnight, I had found her

had felt warm to

unable to sleep because my little

worry and I was praying all night

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

at least relaxed her enough so that

money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care

she would be delighted to have ice

strange and

of them had similar oddities that were endearing to

things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

had something to do about it then he

because I still have a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

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

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

dropped down on

I would require

frowned but he didn't

and I fumbled for the tablet

was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between

pointed to the floor in front of him

when I was near,

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

am waiting

I

swallowed

my lips and

my knees, I inched up and got in