The Game (10 page)

The Game

Reactively, her back arched into him, pressing her closer, deeper, as he suckled. When he released her a warm, wet spot appeared where his mouth had been.

“Apologize,” Seth repeated firmly.

Eyes narrowing, she met his glare with the same intensity. “No.”

“You will be punished for your rebellion.”

There was a moment of silence, except for their heavy breathing. Then her eyes clouded over. All expression disappeared from her face. A cloak of indifference covered her as her body relaxed. She was drifting, slipping into her safe zone.

“
No
.” Seth hadn’t meant to speak his objection aloud. Desperation clenched in his stomach. He couldn’t lose her, couldn’t let her escape him. So he did the only thing he knew to do. He kissed her.

At first there was no response as he gently brushed his lips across hers. Her eyelashes were dark crescents against rosy cheeks. Controlled breathing lifted her breasts in a slow, steady rhythm. She was stripping him of his revenge. Frantically, he crushed his mouth to hers.

Finally, he felt a break in her breathing. Then her lips parted and she whimpered in invitation. His tongue plunged deeply—the same way he wanted his cock to fill her pussy. He stroked and caressed and tasted. It was blessed torture to dwell in her warmth, to taste the memories of the past upon her tongue. As she drifted back to him, her passion woke and a fierce battle of tongues ensued. She clung to him, her hips grinding against his. He met each thrust, one hand holding her close, the other cupping the weight of a breast. Seductively, she slid her body up his until she wedged his erection between her thighs.

Yes, she enjoyed his touch, no matter that she would deny it. She wanted him so badly that she was quivering, her arms clinging to him. Then he remembered the chastity bell. She wasn’t reacting to his kiss but that damnable pleasure toy. Savagely, he pushed her away. His ego had taken another blow. “Bring me a paddle.”

Passion Flower waved to a slave across the garden.

Chastity stumbled. Confusion lit her bright eyes. Lips slightly apart, her skin was flushed with arousal. “Seth, I-I need…”

“What, Chastity? What do you need?”
Me
, he inwardly whispered.
Say you need me
.

“Nothing,” she groaned, pressing her thighs together. “I need
nothing
from you.”

She released another guttural sound. Eyes closing, she moaned, her body moving slowly, sensually. A temptress’ seduction—her body was an invitation that promised a man a slice of heaven and hell. And he had tasted both.

Damn her
! Seth wanted her to crave
his
touch. He wanted her to need the feel of
his
cock plunging deep into her core, not some artificial fuck toy. And he wanted to hear his name screamed from her lips as she came.

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“Chastity, do you want to end this game?”

Chastity glared at him.

“Your safe word is ‘red’. Use it when you’ve had enough. Understand?”

Her answer was to stubbornly lift her chin.

Angrily, he grabbed Chastity and whirled her around. Then his hand swung out.

Whack
! Leather met skin.

Chastity’s body arched. “
Aaaaah
…” She released a throaty cry. Catlike she writhed, whimpering as another palm landed on her tender flesh. Incredibly, she acted as if the pain intensified the pleasure, as if each strike was a thrust into her pussy driving her closer to climax. Her body began to shake violently. Her breathing came in short pants. Then all of a sudden she collapsed to her knees.

“
Nooo
!” her voice strained. Fists pounded the ground in frustration. Her body shook uncontrollably. Once again fulfillment had been ripped from her grasp. Seth felt no compassion, no sympathy. “Are you ready to apologize?”

Defeated, head bowed, her trembling voice whispered, “Master Terrance, please accept my apology.”

The brawny man smiled triumphantly. Gently, Terrance placed his hands beneath her arms, assisting Chastity to her feet. “Are you ready to obey your Master without question?”

Eyes cast downward, shoulders drooping, she replied, “Yes, Master Terrance.”

“Then we will begin your training. Master Seth, please take your slave in hand.”

Chastity’s face was drawn. All energy spent. No fight remained. Even when Seth attached his leash to the collar around her neck she made no effort to resist. In fact, her body swayed unsteadily and her eyelids appeared to be weighted as if she fought sleep. He wondered if she had again managed to wedge herself between her safe zone and reality. Terrance must have suspected the same as he asked her to repeat the words he had just spoken.

“I have but four basic duties—to serve my Master’s needs, to obey his orders, to accept his domination and to please his desires.”

To hear her acceptance of the subjugation sent a thrill through Seth. His body trembled with thoughts of how he would take her. His groin throbbed with anticipation. He’d order her to anoint his body with her love juices. Then he’d fuck her senseless.

“On your knees.”

She knelt before Terrance at his command.

A shiver raced up Seth’s spine. He gazed at her full lips, lips that would part on his command and take him deep within the tight warmth of her mouth. God, he wanted her. Seth wondered if he would ever look at Chastity and not see tumbled sheets, tangled limbs and their slick bodies in motion.

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Terrance approach Chastity, hands on her shoulders he pushed her into a sitting position. “The appropriate position is buttocks resting on your heels.”

Seth seethed as the man placed one hand on her back, the other on her abdomen.

“Back straight and pelvis tilted slightly forward. Head held erect except for the very tip of the spine, which is bowed slightly forward. Gaze slightly downcast.”

Surprisingly, Chastity followed Terrance’s instructions without hesitation.

“The kneel-up command requires you to raise yourself onto your knees.” When Terrance placed a hand beneath her buttocks and lifted her, a growl rose in Seth’s throat.

“If you are requested to lie facedown, Master Seth has only to say the word ‘prone’.
Prone
,” Terrance commanded. Gracefully, Chastity slithered onto her stomach.

“Supine is the command for face up, lying on your back.
Supine
.” Chastity rolled over onto her back. Her movements grew slow, unsteady. The tribulations of the day had finally taken their toll on her.

For such a passionate woman, this had to be hell. If she were to become conscious of the cameras still pinned on her, not to mention the audience that their display had accumulated, she would die.

Terrance stepped forward, inching her ankles apart with his feet, then he dropped to his knees between them. “Legs out means you must spread your thighs to a forty-five degree angle.”

Seth’s breath caught. He glared through a red haze as Terrance’s hands started at her ankles and slowly caressed up her legs, grasping her inner thighs and wedging her limbs open, exposing her to him.

Chastity released a groan somewhere between desire and agony. Eyes heavylidded, her back arched off the ground. Then her hips rose in invitation. Once again, she had been thrown into the heat of passion and desire.

As her body writhed, the smile on Terrance’s face revealed his actions were deliberate. Whether it was to torment Chastity further, or instigate a reaction from him, Seth didn’t know.

In either case, it worked.

Fury swept through Seth burning like a brushfire. Fists clenched, his heavy footsteps beat a determined path toward the pair.

“
Enough
.” Seth hooked his hands beneath Chastity’s shoulders and jerked her to her feet, releasing her as if it burned him to touch her. Weakened knees buckled, every bone in her body melted. He lunged forward, gathering her into his arms. Her head lolled back. Eyes smoky with arousal met his. She whimpered.

“Are you okay?”
What a stupid question to ask. Hell no, she wasn’t okay
. Chastity was caught between the worlds of pleasure and pain.

“Master.” Her voice was a fragile whisper.

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He drew her closer, smelling the heat of desire damp upon her body, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against his chest. “Yes, Chastity?”

Through sensual lashes she gazed up at him, her tongue making a slow enticing path across her bottom lip, and then she purred, “Fuck me…please.”

Seth felt his eyes widen in surprise. Those weren’t exactly the three little words he had waited two years to hear. However, he couldn’t say that her plea didn’t please him. But not like this. Not with the use of artificial means. He wanted her ravishingly horny, wanton beyond all control for him. Yet, there was an important element missing—

emotion. There would be no joy in taking her this way. Well, almost no joy.

“No, Chastity. Not now, not here.” He heard an exasperated breath squeeze from her lips. She grasped his cock in a gentle hold. Magical fingers slid lightly over his sac. A tight breath caught in his throat. He had to hold tight to his convictions, else he’d be tearing his leather pants off in a heartbeat.

“P-p-please,” she panted, before her knees collapsed and a grating, almost animalistic sound pushed from her lips.

Seth waved a free hand at the men holding the cameras, mere feet away. “Turn those damn things off.”

He had to get away from her or surrender. Spread her thighs and cram his cock into her pussy. Although screwing her sounded promising, he couldn’t let her take control. No pain, no gain. And she would learn to obey him.

Gently, he released her. She slithered down his body and crumpled onto the ground. Face hidden by her arms, her shoulders shook as she wept. Seth looked at Terrance for guidance. He wasn’t any good with tears, especially when he was partially to blame.
He had to stop thinking that way.
Chastity had got herself into this mess. She would be subjected to these trials whether it was him or some other unsuspecting man. She was receiving no less than what she deserved.

“Passion Flower, remove her from our sight.” Terrance waved a dismissing hand through the air. “Clean her up and prepare her for orientation.”

The woman hastened to Chastity’s side. Seth heard her whisper, “You must get up. Please do not anger Master Terrance further.” The desperation in the woman’s voice prompted Chastity to push herself off the ground. She wobbled, and Passion Flower eased an arm around her waist to give support.

Her red-rimmed eyes burned into Seth. He wondered if Chastity would retaliate or if she had finally accepted her fate.

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Chapter Six

The day wasn’t over. Evening was creeping over the golden horizon as Chastity sank deep into the warm outdoor spa on the outskirts of the garden. She listened to the water bubbling, teasing her skin. It felt so good. The heated water bathed her aching joints, but did nothing to soothe her aching heart or the lack of sexual fulfillment that lay just below the surface.

Twice on her way to the mineral spring she had encountered couples in the garden in various states of copulation. Her unexpected arousal had her succumbing again to the tortuous dildo. But one man and woman’s intimacy had been worth the agony. Their gentle coupling had been a display of love. Their bodies moved as one, creating music as ancient as time itself.

Once in her room, she had attempted to dislodge the hateful thing only to prove Terrance right. Her touch immediately set the thing to thrusting and vibrating, resulting in feelings worse than any of the earlier episodes. Right then she had sworn that if she was ever free of the chastity bell she was going to cram it right up Terrance’s ass. She giggled, the thought giving her some degree of pleasure. God, it had been a hellish twelve hours, and undoubtedly there was more to come.

“Slave Chastity.” It was Tatiana, the petite woman who had bathed her upon arrival. She was still dressed in a white toga that highlighted her olive skin. “I’ve been asked to assist you. If you will rise, I’ll dry and oil your body.”

Water beaded down Chastity’s body as she rose. A warm bath towel was placed over her shoulders and Tatiana gently rubbed the moisture away. Then she secured the towel around Chastity.

The woman linked her arm through Chastity’s and smiled. “When I’m tense and bothered I like to go to the glass atrium. Come.”

They walked along the perimeter of the garden, passing by the observatory, and finally came to a glass structure hidden among a grove of trees. Long willowy branches hovered over the building as if to protect it from unforeseen attack, presenting an air of security, safety.

Chastity entered and breathed in its beauty. “I can see why you would seek out this sanctuary.” It was a paradise, overflowing with greenery and exotic flowers, their fragrant scents used for aromatherapy, or so Tatiana told her. The therapeutic effect on Chastity was amazingly effective as she inhaled. When she heard the door slide shut behind her it was like closing herself off from the world. She felt more centered, more relaxed and more herself. Although the universe seemed in harmony within this little glass house, she wasn’t fool enough to believe it. She 57

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wouldn’t allow this imaginary sense of equilibrium to confuse her. She wasn’t an equal on this planet. She was a slave…Seth’s slave. And with a snap of his fingers she could be any other man’s property. The thought was chilling.

Tatiana removed Chastity’s towel and then helped her upon a cushioned table, where she laid on her stomach. “It appears that you have had a trying day.”

Chastity laughed. Surprised and thankful that she still could. “That’s an understatement.” From behind her she heard a squishing sound as Tatiana squirted oil into her palm. She was rubbing her hands together, warming the oil, when she stepped into view.

“There is more between the two of you than this game show, isn’t there?” The woman began working the tight muscles in Chastity’s neck and shoulders. There was no reason to pretend she didn’t know what the woman referred to. So Chastity simply responded, “Yes.”