“Good boy.” He stroked my hair as I knelt at his feet, swallowing convulsively and trying to prevent myself from vomiting. “And tonight you’ll come to my room.”
“But—”
“You want to show you’re a…team player, don’t you?”
I thought of Peter. “Yes.”
“Good. Then you’ll do what I want. Won’t you?”
I raised my eyes to meet his. I hesitated for a second, and he arched an eyebrow. Defeated, I murmured, “Yes.”
“Be in my rooms tonight after dinner.”
I nodded.
“Dress nicely.”
I met his gaze, blinked, then nodded again.
“All right, Jacob. Go back to work.”
I rose to my feet and crossed to the door. It wouldn’t open. Why wouldn’t it…I recalled he’d locked the door. I unlocked it and walked out.
How could this have happened to me? I’d been awakened to the pleasures of s*x by Peter, but since
