Chapter Three
By the time Friday arrives, I’m back in the headspace of Ellery Caulfield’s kinky obsession, prepared to play his slutty schoolgirl, or whatever I am to him for those few hours. Feelings of loss sweep through me…loss as in losing myself, my ego, my judgments, my will, giving them up to a man who will weave a magic spell about my psyche and make me believe I am nothing but a vessel for his use.
I take my car, not the bus; his house is at least twenty miles away. The closer I get, the more I sense him psychically reaching out to me, his bony fingers curling to lure me in, like a predator with an innocent child. Before I’m ‘innocent’ in his eyes, however, he’ll have to strip away the cocky, headstrong woman that I am. I think that’s his real challenge, the real turn on.
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