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I liked the way he said that. Although he really didn’t answer my question at all, I could live with the answer. Besides, my complicity in this sexy scheme was still my choice. I could back out anytime. He kept telling me that if I didn’t want what he expected of me, the game was over.

So, he had his game plan, and I had mine. I’d entertain myself—and what great entertainment it was—until he stepped over the line. My logic was sound. I was sure of my safety. This seemed as responsible to me as any old-fashioned courtship and a heck of a lot more fun.

Unfortunately, my careful reasoning was based on assumptions that I was unaware of and a future I could not predict. I’d find soon that my ‘logical’ assessment of Preston Lockhart and his game turned out to be dangerously flawed. I’m not sure that I could have done enough research to predict that.

Sometimes now, I suspect that my easy acquiescence had nothing to do with being ‘reasonable’ at all. The thrill of those days didn’t end with the amazing things Preston had me do—which were enough inspiration by themselves to keep my sex life happy for years. These early days I spent under Preston’s rule were accompanied by a growing infatuation with the man, and my eagerness to please was fired by the hopes that secretly burned in my heart. It was as simple as a schoolgirl crush to start. My hormones flying, my dreams of handsome suitors fulfilled—the reality was so rich, something so unlikely for a girl like me that I needed to keep it going. I couldn’t let him go, nor that bigger fantasy of romance, which danced and teased me from afar, taunting me through my surrender.

Preston drove me home after our escapade on the freeway. I honestly expected something more, sure that trucker was simply there as an appetizer for a bigger meal. Fact was, I’d had enough after my grandiose show of sexual climax. That night I rested in my own bed, dreaming, masturbating three more times … Yes! I know it was against the rules, but I had to, as the look on the trucker’s face mutated each time into the face of Preston Lockhart. He had me hooked.

Chapter Six

In the weeks following my encounter with the trucker, I thought I’d lost Preston Lockhart. I had nothing to substantiate my suspicions, except that he ignored me completely. I’m ‘on call’, I reminded myself a hundred times, there to please Preston, not myself. That sounded like a good line—straight off the internet sites where groveling slaves served their masters, suffering in silence, if necessary, allowing the eroticism of denial and rejection to keep the fire between their thighs burning hot. Those websites were my comfort, my hope, my assurance that Preston was simply exercising his rights as my master. That consolation worked its charm for several days while I waited for more email instructions, for the Audi to pull up beside me on the street, or for another meeting in Preston’s office where he’d thrust me into an erotic space riddled with titillation, fear and longing.

Though my fear grew enormously, my heart seemed linked to the man by heavy chains. Every time he moved, I’d feel the tug.

Regardless of my best efforts to be sane and rational, regardless of every effort to toss aside my worries and remember my place, I didn’t enjoy what was happening those tedious days of waiting. I hated being ignored, and that hate brewed in me like poison. After a week with no new assignments, it seemed to me that a new game had begun—let’s keep Skye Sinclair from barging into her master’s office uninvited and reaping disastrous results.

Every day I tiptoed into the main office, looking for Preston to be there. Sometimes he was; more often he was out. Occasionally, I’d even see him. Unfortunately, Preston’s strictly enforced decorum prevented either of us from acknowledging our relationship when other people were around. I’d gaze at his hands, his body, his face, in secret, just stealing glances really, so no one would notice. I’d let his aura r

ush my body, then I’d dwell on him and my silly fantasies for hours, until I went home to masturbate—whether he allowed it or not—picturing myself with him, intimately.

Another seven days obsessed with his disregard, it became a passionate struggle to keep from storming his office. That private space, the closed door, the name plate, the corridor leading to him taunted me, luring me with sexual promises, tempting me with every breath I drew to knock down the barrier between us. I wanted his attention. And if not that, I wanted to know if it was time to give up the game—or if there was still a game at all.

Two weeks and a day after the standoff began, I gave in—not because my will had weakened, which it certainly had. It was much simpler, much more basic, female instinct taking charge. Another woman.

She appeared one day, at first just a new face in the office I’d never seen before. I assumed at the start that she was an ad agent from another office. But seeing her with Preston, I knew instantly that theirs was more than a business relationship: the way she held his hand, stroked his hair with her fingers, smiled at his dry wit. His eyes mutated quickly from cold to something more human when he was with her. He spoke to her in the hushed sort of way a husband would speak to his wife in a room full of people who have no business listening to their conversation. They were discreet, but a connection between them was evident. No one else seemed to care but me. Everyone else treated her as if they’d known her for years.

I couldn’t wait for explanations, I wanted to know! My mind madly created stories to explain her relationship with Preston, yet in the end I could only conclude that they’d been lovers—perhaps married, perhaps not—but certainly, they were lovers.

I finally got primal—and the strain of waiting made me completely stupid. I can’t exactly explain it. I don’t even remember the quick decisions or swift moves that landed me in Preston’s office. I just recall that I was suddenly there, two weeks and a day after our last real contact, and just two days after Susan wormed her way into my territory, taking over the man I’d considered mine.

Barging into his office without invitation, I stood waiting for him to acknowledge me. And when he didn’t in sufficient time, with a breathless voice, charged with energy, I asked him directly, “What did I do wrong?” The same cool expression of superiority that somehow jerked my chain silly spread all across that sculptured face. Suddenly, all my impetuous bravado vanished and I felt like a fool being there. I wanted to slink away, erase the picture of me from his mind, but it was too late to retreat. Committed to my folly, I had little choice but to press for his answer.

“My goodness, you held out a lot longer than I expected you would,” Preston answered my question with a droll smirk.

“Held out?” I mulled that thought, trying to make sense of it. “As in your avoiding me was part of the plan?”

“Of course, it was part of the plan, Syke.”

I stood there stunned, my jaw wide open in awe. “And you would have gone on forever if I hadn’t walked in on you?”

He shrugged, as if he couldn’t be bothered. “I don’t know how long this would have gone on, but I’m capable of waiting months.”

This hit me wrong, all wrong. The man was twisted, vile, evil, incapable of compassion. I suddenly hated him and his game.

“You bastard!” I muttered thoughtlessly under my breath.

He maintained his amusement effortlessly.

“You would have put me through months of waiting… until I finally snapped?”

“I had to be sure you really cared enough to move ahead.”

“And what if I never gave in? What if I followed your rules to the letter, waiting for your move, and there wasn’t one? What if I finally gave up because you never summoned me again?”

After another blasé shrug, he glibly answered, “I don’t know. But then, it didn’t happen that way, Skye, now, did it?” He was almost smiling. “You aren’t the type to suffer in silence. You aren’t the type to give up without having your say.”

“Ooo, you! You are a cold, insufferable bastard!” I wanted to walk out the room. I could even see in my mind’s eye, that indignant departure, perfectly accomplished. Yes, my mind was out the door, but, sadly, my feet stood firm.

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