Chapter Nine
Small consolations came in small doses. A quick email, a brief glance, the unexpected touch of his hand in public. Was I reading into these tiny acts a bigger relationship? I know I did. Even while I was imagining more from Preston Lockhart, I knew I was being foolish. But I couldn’t stop the hunger from surfacing. My appetite for him, for his instructions, his demands, his orders, his imperious looks, cool grim expressions and extraordinary energy of lust, only expanded with each day that passed. My hunger became my obsession—and Preston knew that. He knew he had me firmly bound by the promise of our erotic game.
He began to ask for me at lunchtime. He’d have me close the door behind me, drop to my knees and crawl to him, unzip his pants with my teeth and give him a blow j
