The Game (12 page)

“You can adjust the slave to any position or angle. No chains to interfere with your access.” Beneath her, he ran his hand from her neck down her back, buttocks, and finally her legs. Then he stepped between her thighs.

“As you can see—” his finger delved in between her spread pussy, while his other hand fondled a breast, “—complete access.”

Several other features were demonstrated while Passion Flower was in the spreadeagle stance, and then he moved on.

“One of my favorites…” Beneath lowered lashes Passion Flower smiled at Tor. Without need of instruction, she sat on the floor, spread her bent knees apart and crossed her feet at the ankles. Then she raised her hands above her head, crossing them at her wrists. Again the air shimmered.

Tor pressed a button and Passion Flower was raised to the height of his shoulders.

“This position allows access to her genitals, great for cunnilingus.” He stooped, then came up between her thighs. With his tongue he tasted her. “Ummm, beautiful.”

Pushing another button, the woman moved down Tor’s body until her pussy was the correct height for him to enter her with his cock. “Or, as you can see, great for missionary-style sex.”

Another button was pressed and Passion Flower was again sitting on the floor. Tor stepped out from between her legs. “For those that wish to use the manual version of ropes and chains, I will need a volunteer to display the technique.”

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When Tor’s gaze landed on Chastity, she died a little inside. Any movement sent that damn thing inside her vibrating like the finely plucked strings of a guitar. In fact, the dildo felt like the whole damn orchestra had just reached its crescendo. She had spent the biggest part of the evening with her eyes closed, humming loudly in her head to block out anything that might arouse her.

Then she relaxed, letting her air of confidence show with a half-smile toward the infuriating man. Seth wasn’t an exhibitionist. And he knew that the outfit he had chosen for her had no undergarments.

“Master Seth, would you and your slave accommodate me?”

“It would be our pleasure,” Seth responded, rising.

Figuratively speaking, Chastity swallowed her tongue. Speechless, she could only stare at Seth in disbelief. He had put one of his “for the audience” smiles on his face. His proffered hand hung in the air briefly as Chastity shivered, wary of the so-called punishment if she didn’t cooperate. Slowly, her hand slipped into his. God, she wanted to wipe the smirk off of Seth and Tor’s faces with a big metal bat against the side of their heads.

Why was it that men got such a kick out of the humiliation of a woman?

Then it came to her. True submission was not about the body. Mind control was what a Dom, wanted—no
needed
and desired—because the mind was the hardest thing to submit. Mind games…

In this mental game of Domination and submission Chastity took center stage. Directed to sit on the dais, her feet dangling over the side, she wondered how—or if—

she would make it through the week. Every eye was focused on her, a fact that made her self-conscious and uneasy. Seth took his position on the floor next to her. His large, imposing presence hovering over her made her feel insignificant in comparison. Amazing how every word, every action, was planned to move each pawn into their slotted role. And, like the fool she was, Chastity felt herself slipping into character. Tor’s deep voice felt like acid burning her ears. “Master Seth, command your slave to raise her arms above her head.” Without thinking, Chastity raised her hands, crossing them at the wrist like she had seen Passion Flower do only moments ago. Her inability to await Seth’s order received a frown of disapproval. Leaning into her, he whispered, “Don’t push me, Chastity. It’s your choice whether you want to be punished in front of an audience.”

Well, shit
! She was damned if she did, damned if she didn’t. And she was tired, physically and mentally. She just wanted him to get on and be done with it. Terrance handed Seth a satiny rope which he used to bind her wrists. Her binding wasn’t tight, or meant to cause pain. They were more for effect than anything.

“Master Seth will now have his slave bend her knees out flat, ankles crossed.”

This time she awaited Seth’s command, knowing full well that her spread legs would display her nether lips for all to see.

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From the crowd she heard Dawson growl his appreciation. Heat flooded up Chastity’s neck, growing across her cheeks.

Seth’s body went ramrod straight. Fury turned his face to stone. Quickly he stepped in front of her, blocking the audience’s view. She felt a moment of relief, until several disgruntled comments were expressed. Still, Seth stood firmly in front of her as he bound her ankles.

Their eyes met, held.

“Master Seth, please assist your slave to lie upon her back.” Gently Seth guided her down, never once breaking the spell between them. “Now slip between her thighs. Your body weight pinning her down and holding her legs apart.”

Spread wide, her pussy more than wet, her folds swollen, her clit throbbed to the tune of the chastity bell’s hum. Chastity had never been in such a state of embarrassment and arousal and confusion all at once. Another gush of wetness seeped between her naked thighs. She squirmed against her bindings, her body aching so badly that she wanted to scream.

Damn, but she needed to climax.

Seth’s nostrils flared with either anger or excitement—she didn’t know, didn’t care which. All she knew was that she had to feel him inside her. As his head dipped, silky hair slid across her inner thighs bringing her back off the floor, white-hot desire flashing through her body. When his face was aligned with her sex, her hips rose in shameless offering. She was beyond the point of caring. In her mind’s eye she could feel his stiff, prickly facial hair caressing her folds, his tongue driving deep inside and the exquisite suction of his mouth as he fed. Another wave of moisture flowed from her core.

Through sensual lashes, dark eyes burned into hers. He paused, inhaled deeply. Chastity prayed the heady scent of her desire was enough to push him over the edge. Encourage him to take her,
now
.

All the while, Tor’s deep voice continued, “As you can see, this can be a psychologically powerful position. It is nearly impossible for her to stand or bring her knees together.”

Broad shoulders pressed against her thighs. She felt Seth tremble, felt the growl that surfaced from deep in his throat quake through her flesh. He was weakening.

But just when she thought he would surrender, taste her, he moved further up her body. A hand placed on each side of her head suspended him above her. It was futile to attempt to separate their bodies when his engorged cock pressed tightly against her pussy. And there was nothing he could do about it.

This time Chastity refused to be denied. Wrists bound, her arms slipped over his head, drawing him closer, as her hips ground against his. Then she began a slow seductive rhythm, anointing him with her heat.

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Elbows locked, he wrenched back against her attack, but she trapped him with her legs, drew him nearer with her arms. Like a cat enjoying a bowl of cream, she licked a path up his neck to the soft spot behind his ear. Gently she suckled his lobe, and then playfully nipped. Hissing lightly, she blew a warm stream of air into his canal, her tongue following it to caress.

The chastity bell vibrated, plunged, sending tremors in all directions. She squirmed helplessly against Seth.

Then his resistance faltered. Weak elbows gave as his body crushed hers, chest to chest, flesh to flesh. He joined her rhythm as they rocked together. The dildo was driving her crazy. But her need for Seth was more, much more. She needed to feel his cock, hard and deep inside her, the heat of his mouth suckling her breasts, his hands caressing, their souls touching.

A calloused hand stroked the back of her thigh, moving up to cup her ass.

“Yes,” she purred.
This
was what she had dreamt about for two years. When his fingers entered her pussy, Chastity thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Like a bow, she arched into him, her mouth parting on a soft sigh. And then his fingers stilled, withdrew.

Once again, disappointment crashed down upon her. Every muscle taut, nerves stretched to their limits, Chastity hated Seth Allen at that moment, at least until she saw the chastity bell in his hand. In one quick movement, he flung the menacing thing across the floor. Chastity’s heart soared as the bell landed with a sharp clang and then rolled.

“Orientation is over.” The finality in his voice was a warning to anyone thinking to stop him.

The room held a collective breath as he extracted himself from between her legs, untied her wrists and ankles, righting her toga before he assisted her to her feet. When his fingers touched the small of her back, guiding her from the room, she shivered at the responsive ache between her thighs.

He was hot and ready to take her.

Tonight she would experience paradise once again.

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Chapter Seven

Dual full moons hung in the inky sky as Seth and Chastity silently walked toward their bungalow. The only sounds were that of the night, the light rush of water from the nearby waterfall, the cooing of a dove settling high in the trees for the evening, and the high-pitched serenade of crickets in the distance.

Neither spoke. Each vividly aware of the other’s aroused state, their heavy breathing, the beat of their hearts.

Seth had exposed his hand, revealed his desire for her. A mistake he needed to remedy.

Hand still resting at the hollow of her back, he marveled at the warmth and smoothness of her skin, how right she felt beside him. Slowly, he dipped his middle finger down the cleft of her ass.

Her breath caught on an inhalation. Through heavy lashes she covertly glanced at him.

Without warning, he whirled her around to face him. With one hand he ground her hips to his, with the other he cruelly grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head backwards.

Lips parted, she stared wide-eyed at him. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest.

“You’re mine,” he grated through clenched teeth.

Short, quick nods of agreement were her response.

The warmth of her breath on her face heated his blood. “I can take you any time, any place.”

Again, she acknowledged him with a series of rapid nods. He would prove his point here, now. “Kneel,” he ordered. Without hesitation she drifted to her knees. Uncertainty glistened in the blue eyes staring up at him.

“Release me.” He didn’t need to say more. She reached for the waistband of his pants and peeled them away. His cock—engorged, erect—sprang into her hands.

“Touch me.”

Soft, gentle hands cupped his sac, kneading, caressing. When her fingers curled around his member and stroked, he hissed a breath through clenched teeth. It felt good, damn good.

Still he needed more… Wanted more.

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Fingers biting into her wrist, he eased out of her grasp. Confusion clouded her eyes until his hips thrust and his cock parted her lips, meeting teeth. He nudged forward.

“Take me,” he growled. “All of me.”

She hesitated.

He tightened his grip on her hair and drove again between her lips. This time she opened to him.

Warm, wet heaven closed around him. Her movements were awkward at first. Seth half expected her to refuse. Then she took him deep, sucking and bobbing. Slender fingers magically danced across the underside of his balls before she cradled them in her palm and gently caressed. Gazing down, he watched his dick slide in and out of her luscious mouth.

Chastity was his tonight, and the next night, and the next…

Wild blue eyes focused on him as he fucked her mouth. Guttural sounds rolled out of her throat as he thrust between her lips. Her body trembled. This is what he had imagined. Chastity on her knees before him, at his mercy. Lips wrapped around him, sucking, surrendering. It was a dream come true. God, but he wanted to taste her passion, delve between her thighs until she cried his name. Just the thought made his body spin out of control. His climax hit with a vengeance. It ripped through him like a runaway transport, tearing everything in its path to pieces. He arched his back, his mouth opened, and a roar of triumph lifted to the sky as he released his seed. Holding her tightly against his hips, he growled, “Swallow.” The concave of her cheeks, her throat pulsating as she milked him, made him harden further. He eased from between her swollen lips. She licked them as though savoring his taste. Her breathing was labored, her need apparent as she reached for him. He stepped away. “What is it you want?” He toyed with her, needing to hear her ask.

Heavy-lidded, she gazed up at him through feathered lashes. “To make love.” Her response was a mere whisper.

“Love?” His laugh was scratchy with sarcasm as he tucked in his cock and fastened his pants. “You mean fuck, don’t you, Chastity?”

She flinched, eyes narrowing. Slowly she stood, her shoulders squaring. “Forgive me, Master,” she said with a degree of dryness that bordered on the acerbic. “If you don’t mind, I’ll just retire for the evening.” She spun on her toes. His hand shot out, staying her. “Oh, but I do mind.”

He wasn’t through with her quite yet. The night was young and he had two long years to make up for. “And I believe you have earned a punishment,” he added.

“What? Why?”

“Forgetfulness. You will retire when I wish you to. Trust me, Chastity. If you learn to trust and obey me without question, then you will want for nothing.”

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Jaws clenched, she replied, “Yes, Master.” Her tone clearly communicated her unspoken rage. Her anger was so palpable it filled the air like a cloud of dense smoke.
Aaah
, but the night looked promising.

As they entered their bungalow, Seth left Chastity standing at the door. He smothered a chuckle as she nervously scanned her surroundings. One corner of the room was a den of iniquity. It was a playground for sensual exploration. Tools of the trade—whips, paddles, floggers, chains and a variety of other erotic toys—hung from the wall, as well as shackles and a swing with stirrups. In the other corner a flagstone fireplace burned low, a polished wooden floor held a sunken tub brimming with bubbles, and a majestic bed waited silently for his pleasure. Remembering Tor’s instructions, Seth picked up a black sleep mask from a nearby table and approached. Cautiously, she backed away. A single raised brow stopped her in place.