Page 39 of Corrupt Game

“Trained? What are you training me for? This isn’t normally how assistants are treated.”

He ignored my words and he chewed as he continued to take methodical bites.

I listened to him devour a luscious meal. It was torture with how much my stomach started to eat itself. I couldn’t cave.

After he finished eating, he collected the plates and carried them to the elevator with him.

I held my breath. Knowing what came next.

“Remember, you chose this.”

His parting words set my teeth on edge. Even with knowing he would say that, it still hit an overworked nerve.

Psychological torture wasn’t completely new to me, but unlike those who tried it while I was growing up, his motives remained hidden from me.

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Mr. Holdt returned like clockwork. Or what I assumed was clockwork because all sense of time was gone. Thrown right out the window.

Oh, there weren’t even any windows.

I was really losing it.

Each time, I sat next to him on the couch.

Silent. Unwavering in my decision to not ask him to feed me.

Mouthwatering smells made me want to cave.

Anything for food.

I sipped the water from the bottle provided for me and tried to concentrate on something other than the food.

It must have been morning because of the smell of eggs, pancakes, and bacon drifted to my nose.

Unsure if I was dripping water from my open mouth or drooling over the smell of bacon, I snapped my mouth shut and took several deep breaths in through my nose. Mr. Holdt must have sensed my moment of hesitation because he stopped chewing.

I licked my lips and swallowed several times. I fought my body’s natural reactions. I clenched my jaw.

“May I please have some bacon?” The words flew out of my mouth and there was no bringing them back.

Furious at myself for giving in, I crossed my arms in defiance.

He found my lips without error, and I opened wide for him to put the bite in.

His fingers skimmed my lips in the most sensual manner.

All of my embarrassment faded as my body reacted to the food and his touch.

Each bite was rewarded with a featherlight caress that sent a sensation of thrill through me. I actually closed my eyes, it felt so good.

Mr. Holdt leaned toward me, and for a brief moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. I held my breath.

His lips brushed against my ear. Tingles ignited along my flesh.

“Remember, you chose this,” he whispered in my ear as another form of torture.

When he left, I was craving more than food. I wanted him to touch me more and in other places that had been neglected for far too long.

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