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She bowed her head refusing to break character. “Yes, Master.”

He raised her from his lap, his cock sliding out of her pussy. “Come on, then. Let’s see what we can round up.”

As she slipped on her robe he noted that her ass and thighs were still pink from their play.

Had she enjoyed the erotic torture? Had she been turned on having four men touch her at once?

When their eyes met, a blush spread across her cheeks. A weak smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

No, he wouldn’t let his jealousy spoil the remainder of the evening. For one night he wanted to enjoy Chastity’s company. He would feed her and then enjoy his dessert between her sweet thighs.

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Chapter Ten

In disbelief, Chastity stared at the midnight picnic gracing the banks of the pond she had bathed in upon arrival. Seth had left her in the chamber alone while he had spoken to someone outside the door. She had tried to hear the jumbled voices on the other side, but with no success. Clearly this was what Seth had been up to. Stars twinkled in the ebony sky. The water gleamed with an inner light, as if it had captured rays of moonbeams and held them beneath its glassy surface. The Moth orchids floating on the surface of the pond were iridescent, glowing. Seduction was the scene.

The tactics of the game had changed…again.

The day had begun with an attack, been iced with humiliation, decorated with bondage and temptation, sprinkled with a threat and then topped with erotic torture. Talk about keeping a girl on her toes. Chastity felt like she’d been beaten into submission, and now Seth was going to kill her with kindness. As tantalizing smells rose from the basket, her stomach growled. She clutched her abdomen, remembering that it had been nearly a day and half since she’d eaten. Seth laughed and extended his hand toward her. “Come on, baby, let’s get you fed.”

Shocked at the intimacy in his voice, she stared at him, unsure what to do. When she finally reached out, his fingers weaved through hers, pulling her toward the blanket.

A perfect gentleman, he helped her sit and then took a place next to her.

“Those heels must be uncomfortable. Here, let me take them off.” Seth grasped the back of one stiletto and pulled it off. When his hand circled her thigh, fingers dipping into the top of her silk stocking, Chastity felt her heart leap. Their eyes met. A roguish grin, one she had seen so many times, graced his lips. Without a word, he began to slowly slide the stocking down her leg, leaving a path of fire in its wake. As Chastity fought to control her emotions, he repeated the same on her other foot. And he wasn’t through with her.

A breath caught in her throat as he pulled at the sash of her robe. He parted the material and paused, staring at her breasts as if he had never seen them, before sliding the garment off her shoulders.

“There.” Eyes riveted on her nipples, she heard him sucked in a tight breath. “Now you’re comfortable.”

No, Chastity was anything but comfortable. Averting her gaze, she stared into the silvery depths of the water and concentrated on breathing slowly and steadily. 103

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“Hungry?” She heard Seth open the basket. “Let’s see what we have.”

Inhale…exhale
.

Hell, she’d made it through two days and a night of bondage, she could survive this evening. For one hundred million dollars and her mother’s release she could make it through anything.

“Here.” She felt a cool glass pushed into her hands. Looking down into the amber liquid, she wondered whether Tatiana would truly help her.

“It’s not poisonous,” Seth laughed.

She stared at the goblet, her index finger and thumb holding the stem as if it were contaminated.

“It’s only wine,” he assured her.

Chastity clutched the glass in her other hand, bringing it up to her lips and downing it in several gulps.

“Relax, Chastity. Let’s just have one night of enjoyment unfettered by the game…or the past.” Seth poured more wine into her glass.

Skeptical, she glanced sideways at him. His tone sounded genuine. But even if they stole two or three hours, it wouldn’t be long before they were forced back into character, Seth the Master, she his slave.

Could they, for a moment, forgive and forget?

You fool
, Chastity rebuked herself. Seth tossed the hook, she bit, and now he was reeling her in.

She wasn’t going to fall for it again. Let him wine and dine her—seduce her. This tactic was just another approach to the cruel game he played. Beneath her breath she whispered, “Hit me with your best shot.”

He did.

Seth reached for her glass, setting it aside. “Lay down,” he said, his voice deep and sensuous, eyes twinkling with mischief.

She did as he bid, turning her head to block out his handsome face.

“Are you comfortable?” His voice caressed her ears and heated her blood.

“Yes.”
Yeah, about as comfortable as a long-tailed cat in a room full of neo-gliders.
No, no, no
, it was the wine making her lightheaded, bending her resistance. The wetness between her thighs was a result of alcohol and no food. Not a need to feel his cock deep inside her, his lips on her breasts, his hands stroking. When Chastity felt a moist coolness slide across a nipple she allowed herself a peek at what Seth was doing. He had rid himself of his robe, naked as she. His length lay in front of hers, his hand slowly anointing her taut peak with a juicy strawberry. Their eyes met. He smiled, pressing the berry to her lips. It was sweet sliding down her throat. Extracting another plump piece of fruit from the basket, he bit the tip, the flow of red nectar drawing her gaze to his tantalizing lips. She watched a drip swell, felt 104

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the pull to taste. Before she made a complete idiot of herself his tongue skimmed across his mouth and the juice disappeared.

Okay, she was dying here. Her heart crashed against her chest, sending a reverberation tingling through her nipples. Liquid gathered between her thighs, forcing them slightly apart in invitation. Like a puppet, she waited with bated breath for him to yank the next string.

When his mouth inhaled her nipple, every bone in her body melted. She reached for her wineglass, lifted her head and pressed it to her lips. He nipped.

She gulped.

The glass tipped and a stream of wine dribbled on her other breast. Warm, rich laughter radiated around her nipple before his tongue made a path across her chest, seeking the golden liquid. His lips closed around the peak and suckled. Damn Seth for playing the game of seduction so well. And damn her lack of willpower.

Protect your heart
, her brain pleaded, as if down on bended knee.
Mind your own
business and let him in
, her heart snapped, bringing to the forefront all the memories of the past, her hopes for the future. Yet it was her stomach that made the final decision, growling at the most untimely moment as his fingers slipped between her thighs, stroking her pussy.

Cool air brushed over her nipple as he jerked back. Staring into his dark eyes, she cursed her belly for its interference.

He rolled over and began to rummage through the basket. “Chicken, cheese, what would you like?”

Your cock thrusting between my thighs
was her first thought. His tongue dancing between them was her second choice.

“Either one.” Chastity rested her cheek on the palm of her bent arm. The slide of muscles beneath his broad back and the tightening of his ass when he moved made her hand reach out to touch, caress. He turned, and instead of tight buns, her hand brushed across his balls.

He raised a brow, a haughty grin on his face. “I’ve got an idea.” He sat up, crossed his legs Indian-style. In a swift movement that forced a squeal from her lips, he lifted her above him, and settled her on his cock.

She felt his hardness slide deep inside. Felt the heat of him, his fullness, and she sighed, closing her eyes.

Something nudged against her mouth, forcing her heavy lids to rise. A piece of cheese glided between her lips.

“You eat.” His hips thrust upwards, plunging further into her channel. “I’ll fuck.”

Shocked, Chastity nearly choked on the sharp cheese. Quickly, she chewed and then swallowed. He placed her arms around his neck their chests touching skin to skin. 105

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“You don’t need to do anything but enjoy.” The man was true to his word, offering her bites of chicken he held between his teeth, only to tenderly kiss her when their lips met. And oh, what his body was doing to hers. White-hot spears of desire shot up her pussy. She held him tight. Like dry timber going up in flames, she burned with the need to climax.

“Master, may I come?”

Brows furrowed, he frowned.

Shit, shit, shit
, she had made him angry. Then his face softened.

“Tonight I’m Seth, you’re Chastity. And yes, baby, I want to feel you explode around me. Feel your body on fire for me.”

Chastity needed no more encouragement. She threw back her head and screamed as shards of lightning rippled through her. When Seth’s teeth bit down on a nipple, sparks splintered behind her lids, igniting a volley of tremors that shook her to the core. Emotion welled in her eyes. She loved Seth Allen, would always love him. Beneath her embrace she felt him tense, heard him groan, his cock thrusting into her pussy as he filled her with his seed.

In the aftermath, Chastity held on tight. Tonight she didn’t want him to pull away from her, to deny her the warmth of his arms, the comfort of his body. She didn’t want the man she had turned him into. Bitter. Vengeful. She wanted the man he had been two years ago.

As his hands peeled her from him, her heart did a nosedive. Crushed, she watched him rise, pivot and walk away. In the shadows he waded into the water, disappearing an inch at a time until he was gone from her sight.

Chastity held her breath, staring helplessly into the depths where he had vanished. Then Seth’s head broke the surface of the water.

She could breathe again.

He shook out his long mane. “Join me, Chastity. The water’s great.”

Chastity? He’d used Chastity, not
slave
, to beckon her. He’d asked, not demanded. Could it be that their night of passion would continue for a little longer?

She leapt to her feet. Foamy, soft sand slid between her toes as she strolled to the water’s edge. She hesitated, unsure of what was expected of her. He opened his arms, and as if she had wings on her feet she flew into them, splashing all the way. Laughter filled her ears as he embraced her. Then he held her away from him, staring deeply into her eyes.

Hands on her waist, he lifted her. She spread her legs wide. Then with a single thrust his hard, slick cock impaled her pussy. He didn’t move, only held her eyes and body locked to his. When he finally spoke, her heart stopped.

“Kiss me, Chastity—” he paused before continuing, “—like you used to.” Emotion crept into his voice, need, desire, and a hint of sorrow. 106

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Tears pricked at her lids. The happiness bubbling inside her was bittersweet. Tonight she’d take what he offered, even if tomorrow it vanished, like she had two years ago.

* * * * *

A warm mouth brushed over Seth’s. He knew the shape of Chastity’s lips. Knew her taste, as her tongue parted his lips and darted inside. Her body was warm atop his, moving seductively. When his arms reached to embrace her, they stopped short. He tugged in vain, held helplessly immobile.

Had it been a dream? The decadent night spent with Chastity—making love by the waterfall, returning to the privacy of their bungalow to take her twice more before falling asleep in her arms.

From the haze of sleepiness he yanked his hands again, coming fully awake when he realized his wrists and ankles were bound to a bed. He jerked his ankles again. The straps didn’t budge.

His breathing and his heart rate were surprisingly calm as he considered his circumstances. Hands tied to the headboard of a bed, his legs were spread wide. The woman he had tormented for two days and nights had moved from atop him and now sat at the foot of the bed watching his reaction.

Surprisingly, his cock seemed to enjoy the bondage as it arched, almost touching his belly button. In fact, he was incredibly turned on. He felt the corners of his lips rise in a faint smile of anticipation.

A twinkle brightened Chastity’s eyes, as a chuckling purr rose from within her. Slowly, she began to move between his thighs like a lissome tigress, on all fours. Through heavy lids, she gazed up at him.

He felt his anger and the wounds of the past dissolve like mist on a windy day. What remained was one man, one woman, and the promise of a glorious morning. His erection twitched, drawing her attention.

Sitting back on her haunches, she ran her fingernails along the inside of his thighs, goose bumps following in their path. When her head dipped, licking a path up his leg to his scrotum, his balls tightened. She hesitated, staring up at him. The arousal in her eyes pulled him deeper into their depths.

Itchy fingers clenched into fists, unable to weave through the long brunette curls teasing his skin as she moved up and down his body. He sucked in a tight breath, wanting to draw her warm, wet mouth down upon his throbbing cock. God, how he wanted to watch her head bob as she took him deeper and deeper, filling her, as the head of his shaft touched the back of her throat.

“Chastity,” he moaned, his hips rising off the bed.

Light, airy laughter met his frustration.

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He looked at her and growled playfully, “You hateful vixen. If I don’t feel your lips on my dick this minute I’m going to tear this bed apart.”

“Are you?” She leaned closer. He shuddered when she blew a stream of warm air over his sex. Then her tongue caressed the undersides of his balls, making his breath catch.

She pinned him with a glare. “I believe that you are
my
prisoner.”

The gleam in her eyes had him wondering for a moment whether his confidence was unjust. This woman had all the reasons in the world to retaliate. But would she?