This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical reviews.* * * Her arms trembled as she returned to her seat behind her desk. She stared at her computer screen without seeing anything at all. Mary could feel Mr. Gray’s lips on her throat, his rough hands tearing away her blouse to fondle her. She could smell his foreign cologne on her skin, which was strangely pungent. It was wrong. Mr. White was the only one who could touch her. She was his slave. Mary’s eyes were red with unshed tears. For only a few minutes, he had forced himself on her. Mary shuddered at the memory of his mouth crushing against hers, forcing her lips open with his tongue as he groped her breasts. She felt dirty, but despite her loyalty to her master, she had enjoyed Mr. Gray’s rough assault. Who am I kidding? I loved it. Whenever she thought of Mr. Gray, she felt disgust mingled with carnal desire.
