The Game (11 page)

Gentle hands moved down to her tender shoulder blades working the knots out. Chastity hadn’t realized just how stressful it was to climb the mountain of desire without tumbling off the other side.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Moisture filled Chastity’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”
Not anymore
.

“You know it does.” The outside of Tatiana’s hands began a steady chopping motion down Chastity’s back. “How did you meet?”

It seemed like so many years ago. “I had just found out about my mother’s death. I was told that she died in a solar accident. Her body lost in space. A couple of friends suggested I go to a party, try to forget for a night. I didn’t want to go, but they insisted.”

“He was there?”

Chastity almost moaned aloud as the woman massaged the soreness from her buttocks.

“No, not at first. The party was hosted by his cousin, Josh Allen.” She sighed, remembering how Josh had fawned all over her. “Then Seth walked into the room. I don’t know if it was love at first sight, but it certainly was lust at first sight. One thing led to another, and we found ourselves in bed, in love, and walking down the aisle in less than three months.” Emotion hung tight in her throat. Memories assaulted her like the rapid fire of an Atmospheric gun.

“And?”

Reliving what happened so many years ago was harder than Chastity realized. She opened her mouth, at first with no sound, and then strangled words emerged, “I-I didn’t know it, but Josh was running a security check on me.” She picked at one of the static wrist bands.

Tatiana’s hands paused. “Why?”

“Josh was Seth’s manager. He ran checks on all of Seth’s associates. The day of the wedding I received an urgent call from Josh, fifteen minutes before I was to walk down 58

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the aisle. He asked me to stop the wedding. When I asked him why, he refused to say over the trans-communicator. He said it was important. He begged me to wait.”

Tatiana’s fingers pressed deeply into Chastity’s thighs. One of the woman’s fingers struck a spot that had Chastity flinching. “I’m so sorry.” Tatiana smoothed her palm over the offended area.

“I guess I’m too out of shape to be kneeling on a full-time basis.”

Tatiana laughed. “It does take time getting used to. So, what happened?”

“I didn’t stop the wedding, but Josh did. He arrived just as we were exchanging vows. He asked to speak to me alone. He said that he had found my mother. She was alive.” The memory brought a tear to her eye. “She’d been arrested for murder and wanted me to believe her dead.”

A gasp of disbelief left Tatiana’s lips.

Chastity heard the desperation in her own voice as she continued, “Josh begged me not to marry Seth. He said the negative publicity of a murderer in the family would tarnish the Allen name. Seth is a proud man. My mother was alive—locked up. She needed me. I was so confused.”

Tatiana’s hands stilled. “So you walked out on him without even an explanation?”

Chastity nodded, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. “In time, Seth would have come to hate me.”

“But you never even gave him a choice.”

Chastity’s response was a single headshake.

Again, gentle hands began to massage. “No wonder the man is livid.”

“It’s even worse. Seth believes that Josh betrayed him, that I left him for his cousin.”

“Turn over,” Tatiana said, and Chastity rolled on to her back. “Where is your mother now?”

“Incarcerated on the moon.”

A hand covered Tatiana’s mouth in surprise. Moisture softened her eyes. “No.”

Rising on her elbows, Chastity explained, “I’ve been working these last two years to gather the money for her release. If I win the one hundred million dollars this contest promises I’ll be able to free her. Josh has been helping me keep in touch with the authorities. When I asked you earlier if you would help me use the transcommunicator, it was to call her. Josh received approval for the call.” She shook her head. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without Josh these past few years.”

Tatiana placed a gentle hand on Chastity’s knee. “I’ll help. But we’ll have to be careful. In this world it is our place to obey. There could be dire consequences if we’re caught.”

Excited, Chastity sprung from the table. “Now, can we do it now?”

“No, it’s time you dress. You will barely make Orientation, as it is.”

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Powdered and perfumed, Chastity was dressed in a silky white toga that scooped low in the back, riding the swells of her ass, revealing a hint of the cleft. The front of the garment dipped to her navel, secured with three golden chains across her midriff, divulging enough to entice, but not exhibit. It was short. If she inhaled, her pussy and ass would be laid bare. Comfortable sandals were laced up her calves. As for underwear, there was none.

Tatiana ushered her through a grand hallway and pushed her toward two imposing oak doors that loomed at least fourteen feet high. Beyond the woodwork she could hear laughter and voices—a party she would have gladly missed was in progress. The doors opened automatically on their approach. “Go now. I will see what can be done about the trans-communicator.” Tatiana smiled and then disappeared, leaving Chastity to face the inevitable.

And what an outrageous spectacle it was. The room and occupants looked like a scene from an exotic skin flick. Leather and lace, chains and ropes, an innocent schoolgirl, a saucy French maid and a eunuch—
yeah, right
—not to mention total nudity were only a few of the costumes. It was shocking…disturbing…arousing. Clearly these people were here to live out fantasies most people only dreamed about. Free of inhibitions, they could do anything, with anybody, and not be judged. As much as Chastity hated to admit it, she was envious. And she was feeling the itch of excitement creep across her skin as the bell began to take shape. The tingle between her thighs warned her to think of something else fast, like sucking on a century-old egg.
Yuk
!

After a deep, cleansing breath, she relaxed, believing she’d succeeded, and then Seth walked into the room. Tight leather pants that molded strong calves, powerful thighs and a package that already looked semi-aroused made her pulse jump. No shirt—she watched the play of golden muscles ripple across his broad chest. Nipples erect as if a cold breeze had brushed through the room. What she wouldn’t give to lave the tantalizing buds with her tongue. Feel his hot skin beneath her palms. Across the distance someone called his name. He pivoted, sending a wave of ebony silk over his shoulders. He had great hair. Soft and sensual when sliding across naked thighs.

In profile, he was the epitome of sexuality.

Before she could halt the direction of her thoughts, the chastity bell began to have a field day with her body. The warning tingles in her pussy began to throb unmercifully. Electricity shot through her breasts, hardening her nipples. She bent at the waist, fighting the wave of desire that swamped her.

Chastity moved quickly across the floor toward a Victorian couch. She blanked out the elegance of the polished room, the lights and the people.
Where is a vibrator when you need it
? But it, too, would be useless. Fully aroused, she’d climb the ladder of ecstasy and swan dive into nothingness and then begin again. 60

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Heat scorched across her face, and then liquid fire blazed through her veins. A moan pushed from parted lips. Her control was slipping, her body’s needs taking over. Briefly, she thought of retreating into her safe zone, and then decided against it. The last time Seth ripped her from her sanctuary, the result had been devastating. As she sank onto the divan she prayed this night would end quickly.

From across the room Seth observed Chastity. Something or someone had triggered the chastity bell buried deep inside her. Nervously, she attempted to sit. But when her ass touched the velveteen couch she rubbed her buttocks back and forth. Her back arched. When she realized her wanton behavior, surprise and embarrassment registered on her face as she literally flung herself from the sofa. But it was nothing compared to the look of horror on her face when she discovered it was her own hand that caressed a breast, her other lodged between her thighs. And all in front of an audience, a group that was enjoying every minute of her of sensual play.

Seth couldn’t resist a chuckle, watching her fight and then assuage her desire. She reminded him of a slinky cat in heat, the way her lissome body moved and stretched. Her soft mewling sounds made blood rush straight to his loins. The rosy nipple peeking out from her dress was mouthwatering.

Desire ripped through him—hot, strong, violent.

She was beautiful.

She was exquisite.

But when Chastity’s expression went dreamy, and short, fast pants emerged, he knew it was time to rescue her. Rushing to her side, he caught her as her legs turned to rubber and an explicit remark squeezed from her taut lips. Sharp fingernails bit into his biceps as she held desperately to him as if he were a lifeline and she was going under for the last time.

Frustration, anger and a hint of pain lurked in her shadowed eyes. Like a magnet, her icy glare drew him in. Hypnotized, he didn’t see nor hear another man’s approach.

“Master Seth.”

One arm circling Chastity’s waist, Seth accepted the outstretched hand of a brawny man planted firmly before him. A mien of power, strength and elegance enveloped the man. Gold chains, diamonds and rubies adorned his richly draped sheik costume. Four colorfully veiled women stood behind him, their posture—legs slightly parted, hands clasped behind their backs and their heads bowed—told Seth that they were this man’s possessions. A harem, concubines to service his needs, his pleasures.

“Master Dawson.” The flamboyant man introduced himself. “Congratulations on your slave! She is lovely, a rather delectable morsel.” His hungry gaze raked over Chastity.

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Eyes focused on Chastity, Dawson’s thumb rolled a massive gold band on his ring finger back and forth—a slow, calculating action. “Will she be available at auction?”

Chastity’s grip tightened on Seth’s arms. He glanced down and saw the apprehension in her fallen expression, felt her body tense. Evidently she had not heard of the exchange event offered by Ecstasy Island. Nor that she would have to participate. Seth would rather die than let this man touch Chastity, add her to his stable. Still, he responded dryly, “It depends on her obedience.”

Chastity’s gazed snapped to his, her eyes kindled at his thinly veiled threat. Dawson saw the spark of fire in Chastity’s eyes and grinned, his interest heightened. “Very good, verrry good. She promises to give joy, I’m sure. I look forward to bidding on her. But for now, I must tend to my own slaves. Until later.”

A six-foot whip uncoiled from beneath the man’s robes. It crackled through the air, sending all four women falling to his feet, buns in the air, chins resting on their hands. After winding up the black snake, he secured it to his sash. Cruel fingers threaded through two of the women’s hair as he jerked them up, their feet scrabbling to find purchase. Dual cries arose. Pain etched across their faces. Releasing them, they fell hard, only to scramble back into formation.

“To the sedan,” Dawson ordered. The women began to rise, when he added, “And crawl.” His foot thrust out, landing hard against the ass of the woman dressed in different shades of yellow. Robbed of her footing, she fell, a throaty grunt leaving her breathless. Down upon their hands and knees, the remaining women joined her. The haste and the fear in their eyes said it all.

Seth flashed the man an expression of disapproval. Dawson’s reply was to haughtily sweep a lecherous eye over Chastity. His deep laugh echoed through the room. He meant to have her.

Seething, Seth took a step toward the man. In a heartbeat Terrance and Shawn were at his side. “Don’t do it,” warned Terrance. “Orientation is about to begin. Take your slave in hand and have a seat.”

Shawn stepped forward. “Dawson’s behavior will not be condoned. I will speak with him.”

Fists flexing and retracting, Seth grasped Chastity by the chin. “You are never to go near him.”

Relief filtered across her face. She nodded in quick, short movements. As far away from Dawson as possible, but within his line of sight, Seth sat in a wingback chair close to the stage. With a wave of his hand he motioned Chastity to settle at his feet.

Terrance and Shawn joined Tor on the dais. In unison they bowed low to the audience. Tor broke from the pack and stepped forward. “Masters, you are welcomed to Ecstasy Island, the pleasure palace of Zygoman. Tonight we will share with you some of the features available to you.”

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At a flick of his wrist, Passion Flower appeared at his side. Gently he raised her wrists for display. “Your slave is accessorized with static ankle and wristbands. These bands allow you to position your slave’s body any way you desire. All you do is activate the force field and let the play begin.”

Tor gave Passion Flower the command to strip. She shimmed out of her little skirt, revealing her shaved pussy. Pride flickered in his stern eyes. She was truly a beautiful woman. Still, Seth wondered how he could expose her to so many gawking eyes.

“
Prone
,” Tor commanded. The woman sunk to her knees and gracefully slid facedown onto the floor.

“
Spread-eagle
.” Her legs parted and her arms went above her head, assuming the position. Seth’s cock rose to the occasion. He had a clear shot straight at the woman’s swollen pussy lips. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Chastity’s cheeks flush red, a blush that was very becoming.

Tor held a small remote control in his hands. He pushed a button and the air shimmered around Passion Flower. “The force field will hold your slave in the position you desire. You can restrain singularly, or in total, her hands, her feet or any part of her body.”

Another button raised the woman from the floor. Not a muscle moved, only a waterfall of ebony hair fell around her face. She stopped at Tor’s waist-height. Then he pushed another button and Passion Flower was rotated so that she was gazing up at the ceiling.