The Game (13 page)

He knew Chastity hated the dark. Still, she didn’t falter as he slipped the blindfold over her head, drawing it down so that no light filtered through. She would have to rely on her other senses to experience the evening’s entertainment.

“We’re going to have a little fun.” His promise held a slight tinge of menace even to his ears. She shivered beneath his palms resting on her shoulders. Loss of sight would add to her vulnerability and increases the degree of surrender involved, Tor had said. And Seth wanted her total surrender tonight.

Standing where he left her, she cocked her head, listening as he moved around the room. She spun, shifted nervously, and then swayed as if she might lose her balance and fall.

Approaching undetected, she startled when his hand caressed her breastbone. With a quick snap he plucked the first chain of her toga loose. “Let’s make you a little more comfortable.” The second dislodged and finally the third. With a flick of his hand the silky garment fell to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Seth’s eyes followed the path of the material, breathing in her lovely skin.

He gloried in her full breasts, their rosy peaks enticing him to taste. His head dipped, taking a nipple and the dark areola surrounding it in one mouthful. With his hands, he cupped her, kneading and stroking their fullness. She was gorgeous. And she was his.

A soft moan broke his concentration. “Chastity, during our play you are not allowed to come until I say. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she muttered.

“Yes?”

“Yes, Master,” she corrected.

“Undress me,” he commanded, stepping away.

Palms out, she blindly felt toward the sound of his voice. 69

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“Here,” he said, moving as he spoke. As she followed, he watched the sway of her rounded hips, the curve of her small waist, her breasts rising with each breath. “Here,”

he repeated, allowing her to finally catch him.

Long, slender fingers moved across his chest stroking the hardness of his abdomen. When her fingers tucked into his waistband, he sucked in a tight stream of air. Slowly, he stepped out of his pants, allowing her full access to his body. When she touched him and stroked his erection between her hands, he shuddered and breathed an oath against her cheek as the pleasure grew too much to hold silent.

Gently, he eased from her grasp. Taking her by the hand, he led her through the room, her free hand moving side to side, attempting to gauge her surroundings. When she heard the creak of the bed, he saw her smile.

“Now for your punishment.” Her grin disappeared as her body stiffened beneath his hold.

He sat on the downy comforter, and then drew her rigid body across his lap so that his cock was wedged between her thighs. Her pussy was warm, wet, inviting, as the head of his dick nudged her swollen folds.

Silence beat down upon them as he dragged out the anticipation. Beneath his circling palm her ass was tight and tense, waiting.

Oh, yeah, he had every intention of spanking her, but not now. A finger delved inside to feel her heat. He had to chuckle. She tried so hard to be unaffected by his touch, but always her body deceived her—even now a gush of hot liquid welcomed him.

When he pinched her clit she groaned, her hips rising to meet his thrust. After that her body seemed to relax, settling into a slow rhythm.

He’d never known a woman so responsive to his touch. Nothing had changed between them physically. They were prisoners to each other’s needs and desires. The thought sent a wave of anger coursing through Seth’s veins. His hand lashed out and landed hard against her ass.

She yelped, struggling to rise.

“Be still,” he ground out between taut lips. Then he struck the other cheek, watching the tender skin brighten and flush with his handprint. Once again, Chastity grew rigid beneath Seth’s touch. He began her seduction anew, moving his finger in and out of her pussy until she drenched him with her arousal. This time, when his digit was slick with her juices he slipped it into her anus and began to finger-fuck her ass.

Chastity flinched at the unexpected intrusion. Fire lanced up her. She whimpered, squirming to be released. Never before had he done this to her. 70

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With one hand he held her down, while the other slid in and out—slowly at first, then increasing the pace. There was a wickedness to his actions, going where no man had gone before.

Not to mention the sensation of being filled in that sensitive area was new…and exciting. Blindfolded, there was nothing to do but feel. Her anal muscles tightened around him. Her sex itched to be scratched. Pressure built in her abdomen, so intense that her breathing hitched, coming in small pants. She strained, arching and holding back the inevitable, waiting for something more.

Her body drew inwardly upon itself and then stretched tight, becoming something foreign to her, seeking things that she had never before sought—adventure, variety…and yes, even pain.

Chastity raised her ass, needing more, wanting something larger, thicker in her ass, in her pussy, both at the same time. Like a firestorm, heat spiraled through her veins. She was moments away from climaxing, but she held out.

He withdrew his finger. She tensed. When his palm landed hard against her ass, she threw back her head and a scream of ecstasy tore from her throat, her body shattering. Deep-seated tremors went on and on, stripping her soul naked as she writhed, squirming against his cock. Hot, wet tears dampened the sleep mask. Her heart beat so wildly against her chest, she half expected to die of a heart attack. Yet, it wasn’t to be. When the last of her tremors subsided, Chastity finally released a breath of relief.

“You have earned another punishment.” Seth’s disapproving voice echoed in the room. Once again she had fucked up. A sigh of despair shook her. “Do you know why?”

Her chin trembled, a show of weakness that pissed her off. “I came without your permission.”

He nudged her off his lap. She lost her balance, landing on the floor with a thud. A burning ache throbbed through her hip. She lay quietly, wondering how he would punish her, fear and excitement warring in her.

“Stand,” he ordered, his voice deep, rough against her ears. Stumbling, she rose to her feet, grasping at the air, struggling to orient herself in her darkened world.

“Spread your legs and raise your arms.” Chastity gave up seeking her bearings and surrendered to his request. She wedged her thighs apart as she lifted her arms above her head.

He must have activated the controller, as her static bands locked in place. Nervously, she wet her lips, swallowing hard. Her head made sharp movements following the path of sounds he made throughout the room. When Chastity sensed Seth’s approach, she tensed, wrenching back as he brushed something cool across her breasts. Her sensitive nipples beaded into tight buds, a layer of goose bumps rising on her skin.

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She shivered as Seth dragged the cool object across her shoulder, down her back, then through her legs. When he struck her thigh with the
thing
she strained against her bonds. The mask never allowed a hint as to where or when the next sting would fall, which only served to raise her frustration and anticipation. Even before the thought left her mind, she felt the whip bite into her leg. A whimper slipped from her lips. This was wrong, so wrong. The man she loved, dreamed of sharing her life with, was flogging her. And what was worse…she liked it. Never had she known that pain and vulnerability could be so erotic, so exciting.

Sometime during the chaos, her inner struggle had manifested into central elements of exotic pleasure.

Was that sick, or what
?

Was she so different from other women? Did every confident woman want a man who was stronger, one that could control, dominate her? No decisions to be made, no distractions, no responsibilities. Erotic control and sensual surrender, a world filled with mystery and illusion, of fantasy and delight.

After all, it was the fight that was the spice of life and kept a relationship riveting, exciting.

Chastity inwardly smiled. This was Zygoman, a pleasure planet that was advertised to make all fantasies come true.

It was clear that Seth wasn’t focused on her pleasure. In fact, the opposite was true. But if she could push past their history, Seth’s mastery would allow her to explore the darker side of her sexuality. Heart pounding, endorphins pumping, her pussy tingled and her breasts grew heavy. Slowly but surely, she felt the walls of her resistance being torn down, replaced with a feeling of power, of freedom. Under the illusion of force she could permit herself to be subjugated as Seth’s slave. Take whatever he had to offer before their time came to an end. Afterwards, well, she’d deal with it then.

Roughly, he pinched her chin, drawing her head up to his gaze. “Now, I’m going to fuck you.” His hand slid down her throat, fingers closing around her neck. His pulse beat rapidly in his fingertips. The firmness of his grip was both frightening and exciting. Yes,
yes
. Finally, she would have his cock driving into her pussy, feel his mouth suckling her nipples, his hands caressing. She hid her excitement behind a mask of indifference, not allowing any emotions to show in her body and what little expression showed beneath her blindfold.

The pressure in his fingers tightened disapprovingly.

Good
! She wanted him angry, forceful. This was a game two could play. Chastity jerked her chin from his fingers, receiving a growl of displeasure from him. She heard the flogger hit the floor and slide. Then the sounds of Seth fumbling with something, his curse of frustration followed.

“Damn this thing! Which button is it?”

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When he finally succeeded in locating the button to release her wrists and ankles, his hand clutched her arm, dragging her toward the bed, she hoped. Struggling, she put up a display of opposition even her acting coach from high school would have been proud of.

Without warning, she was heaved off her feet and thrown into the mass of down. A high-pitched squeal squeezed from her taut lips. Before she could scramble off the bed, she sunk deeper into the covers as he landed on top of her. She fought, resisted and inwardly glowed with anticipation.

With one hand he grasped her wrists, pinning them high above her head. A warm gush of air told her that his mouth was mere inches away from her nipple. The peak tingled, aching to feel him.

Seth’s other hand delved between her legs, none too gently. She twisted, turned, laboring to escape, only to have his caresses grow bolder, harsher. Chastity was so friggin’ hot she thought she’d explode when he jammed three fingers deep inside her. Hissing in a breath, she attempted to buck him off, forcing him to use the strength of one knee to pry open her thighs. He was rock-hard as his cock parted her swollen folds. He teased her unmercifully, rubbing his erection against her clit, nudging her entrance with the tip of his swollen head. He played.

She suffered. And just when she thought she’d die, he entered her with one powerful thrust that had her head banging into the headboard. Pain, ecstasy—what a turn-on.

Every bone in her body melted. She stopped her struggle to bask in the length, the firmness of the man invading her body. It was total perfection. Two bodies uniting as one.

Being blindfolded brought a whole new dimension to sex. There was nothing to do but feel, smell and taste the nuances of hot sweaty bodies sliding against one another. She didn’t need to have his cock in her mouth to taste the saltiness of his pre-come. She didn’t need to be between his thighs to smell the sweet aroma of their juices blending. And she didn’t need to see to know that Seth felt she was under his power. Like everything in the universe, power was illusive. Seth thought to dominate, but she was the one that had won.

In the struggle her blindfold dislodged. The intense look of hunger in his eyes sent a gush of liquid seeping down her leg.

Seth released her arms. His attention was pinned on her rising and falling chest. Tender hands cupped her breasts, weighed them, kneading softly. She leaned into his caress, relishing the feel of his calloused hands upon her skin. When his touch became too gentle, she rose, her teeth piercing his neck as her fingernails clawed a path down his back.

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He closed his eyes and arched his back, a guttural sound emerging as he drove harder into her pussy.

It was heaven, the sound of flesh pounding against flesh, the scent of raw sex filling the air. She screamed at the exquisite pain when his mouth covered a nipple, biting hard and then suckling. Fingers lacing through his hair, she jerked his head back, scraping his teeth across her tender bud.

Seth muttered a curse, his mouth coming down hard on the other breast, lavishing it with the same heated attention. A storm was building inside him and Chastity wanted to drown in his downpour.

Strong biceps flexed as he looped his arms beneath her legs, cradling her knees in the crook of his elbows, spreading her wider for his assault. The muscles of her thighs protested against the blissful torture of being pulled in different directions. A gravelly sound emerged from deep within his throat as he pushed to his knees and gazed down at their bodies coming together. A fierce expression distorted his features as he watched his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. The intensity in his dark eyes nearly plunged Chastity over the edge. Breathlessly, she asked, “May I come now, Master?”

“
No
!” he hissed, driving harder, deeper.

Damn if it didn’t feel like he was beating a path through her entire body. “Please,”

she begged, as tremors filtered through her like tentacles seeking something to grasp onto and devour.

Then, just when she thought all was lost, he cried out, “Jesus Christ! Chastity, come with me,
now
.”

It was as if someone had lit a series of fireworks off inside her. Sparks and fire rained through her body until she lay, a trembling mass in Seth’s arms. Seth, too, was dealing with the aftermath. The last pulse of his cock echoed inside her. His hips slowed, and then stopped, his body heavy upon hers. For a brief moment she thought he had fallen asleep. Then she heard a sigh of contentment and he rolled over, taking her with him, holding her after lovemaking just like he had so many years ago.