The Game (18 page)

So they were to play the game of explicitness. No reaction would be offered—only that which was decreed.

Be careful what you wish for
, his mother had always said,
because sometimes your desires
blow up right in your face
. There was more truth than not in those words. He didn’t want Chastity like this. He wanted her fight, her fire.

Maybe the Thorensons’ plans for tonight would awaken the passion within her. Or maybe they would push her further into compliancy.

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Sunset was bathing the mountaintops. As Seth led Chastity back to their bungalow she practiced slipping in and out of a conscious state. On the fringes, she wasn’t sure she could fool him into believing that she was a participant in their Master-slave game. Already, she had failed, or at least left him wondering. The episode had not left her totally unaffected. At first, when his dark eyes gazed upon her she had almost lost it. As she slipped into the haze of her mind, she’d successfully erased the hunger on his face by visualizing the cold shell of her body empty of emotions and feeling.

That was fine, until she resurfaced and found her nipples tingling, her pussy pulsating, and Seth’s cock as limp as a noodle.

The walk through the breathtaking forest was over too soon as they entered the garden. Birds chattered noisily high in the branches of the trees. Laughter filled the air as a man chased a woman into the pond. With a growl he caught her and they fell with a splash. There was a moment of silence and then their heads broke the surface and the laughter continued until he kissed her with the passion and possession of a man in love. Envy wasn’t pretty, nor was it comforting. Chastity looked at Seth, noting the intensity of his features. Glare fixed forward, brows furrowed, his footsteps heavy with determination.

Something was up.

When they passed their bungalow, the fine hairs on her arms rose, as well as her anxiety.

Where is he taking me? More importantly, what’s in store for me
?

Arriving at the main complex, Seth ushered her through the large gaping doors. Midway down the hall, he stopped in front of an archway. “Do you need to use the restroom?”

Chastity nodded.

Seth pointed down the small passage, through the entrance. “Down this hall, first door on your right.” Chastity pivoted, only to be jerked to a halt by Seth’s fingers curled around her wrist. “Don’t take all day. We’re having guests tonight.”

Guests
? Now why didn’t she like the sound of that?

After taking care of necessities, Chastity bent over the sink and splashed cool water on her face. She rested her eyes, and then opened them with a sigh. A wary woman stared back at her from the mirror. A sharp knock on the door made her jump.
Damn the man
. Chastity nearly tripped in her stilettos has she raced for the door. Seth’s frown greeted her as she opened the door. His hand settled at the small of her back, and even through her silky robe his touch sent a frisson through her spine that exploded in her brain and between her thighs. Pulling on the strings of her safety zone, she fought to block the sensation.

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torches in cast-iron wall sconces mounted on the walls. The marble flooring and white plaster walls shifted to cold, gray stone. Before her very eyes the building was morphing from a beautiful palace to a dungeon.

The stench of danger filled her nostrils.

The door before them opened, screaming as if in pain against the rusty hinges. Before she could retreat, the palm that rested in the hollow of her back gave a push and she stumbled into the room.

Chastity couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her. She chastised herself and dug deep within to find the courage to raise her chin and square her shoulders. But it was all an act.

Because as she looked around, Chastity knew that she had fallen into the past, as she stood in what looked like a medieval torture chamber. Whips, crops, canes and paddles hung among chains and leather constraints. Nipple clamps and other, longer clamps, adorned with beads and precious stones, made her shiver. Fear crept into the room on cat’s feet, slow and stealthy. Seth moved around the room as if he had forgotten her. She watched him gathering items from the wall—handcuffs, rope, a feather, a whip, a paddle, a wicked-looking knife and her nipple clamps from the show.

Slowly, he slipped on a pair of gloves. The snap of the latex made her jump. Whatever he had planned for the evening, it didn’t look good.

“Disrobe.” His command was given with his back facing her. Apprehensive, she paused, but only briefly as he picked up a whip with coarse thongs, almost like a horse’s tail, and hit it across his palm. Startled, she fumbled with the sash, fingers tearing at the robe. When she was naked except for stockings and stilettos, he turned and approached. A ripple of muscles flexed across his chest. In his hands he held a sleep mask. No,
not again
.

A knot formed in her throat as he placed the blindfold over her eyes. Blackness folded around her. She sensed his closeness, listened to his breathing, then she felt him move away and heard the squeal of hinges as the door opened.
Good, he was leaving
.

Then she heard voices, male voices. Her heart crashed against the walls of her chest. Because there wasn’t one, or even two, men in the room with her, but several. How many, she struggled to discern, the task a tormenting endeavor. One was Tor, his deep, commanding voice was unmistakable. When Terrance spoke, apprehension slithered up her back. Then she heard the soft voice of the third part of the trio, Shawn. Her rescuer was now one of her tormenters.

“Are you ready?” she heard Tor ask.

Seth replied, “Yes. You’ll find additional gloves on the table.”

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Chastity twisted her head, following the footsteps padding across the floor in all directions. Chaos exploded in her head as latex snapped once, and then again, and again…

She flinched. The taste of fear beaded on her tongue. She was going to be tortured by all the men, including Seth.

At least she knew his scent. Would know when he touched her. Her head jerked back and she stumbled as a pungent scent was placed under her nose, robbing her of smell. She fought to hold still, not to struggle and give them the reaction they sought.

Two sets of strong, unyielding hands grasped her wrists. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. The taste of blood was in her mouth. A yank on both arms forced her backwards. Then she felt cold metal clasped around each wrist. The squeal that left her lips as her legs were jerked apart could not be held back.

Two forceful palms encased her face between them. Then something was slipped into both of her ears and she was released.

The silence was deafening.

The bastards had taken her ability to see, hear and smell. The only senses she had left were touch and taste.

Panic welled inside her, blocking out her ability to concentrate, to slip into her safe zone.

A scream rose in her throat. Instead, she heard her own muffled plea, “Please, don’t do this.”

Great
. She had once again been reduced to begging. The dull roar in her ears began to lessen. Suddenly the night came alive with sensation.

Hair lifting off her shoulders as it was fastened atop her head. Multiple streams of warm air brushing the back of her neck. Something cold and wet sliding down her spine, forcing her back to arch. Instantly, the chill vanished, appearing again at the very tip of her left nipple. The sting was brief, gone so fast that she wondered if she had imagined it.

Trapped in darkness, she anticipated the next place the ice would grace. Instead she felt the burn of fire, one drip at a time, on her breast. Her jaws clenched under the agony that was quickly appeased by a frosty touch.

Somewhere along the way, her fear dissipated. In its place was excitement as her mind played along with the game. Each time another place on her body was teased with fire or ice she felt the pull to relax and enjoy the exquisite sensation of the unknown.

But the decadent act that made her breath catch was when an icicle slipped between her swollen lips and disappeared into her pussy. Her channel relished the cold, the 99

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feeling so unique, so different. Even the water seeping down her legs, as her body heat melted the foreign object, was arousing. In her mind’s eye she saw the ice growing smaller and smaller, consumed within.

Smack
!

She screamed, unprepared for the sting of a paddle against her ass. Then she felt the caress of a hand, and wondered if it was Seth’s soft touch.
Smack
!

This time her anger surfaced. Surely it was Terrance wielding the instrument of pain. But before she let loose with a string of curses, the gentle hand returned. Easing and smoothing out the pain, applying ice to take away the burn. Mind focused on the circular motions of the palm across her skin, she gasped when her nipples were sucked into warm wet mouths.

Mouths
?

She froze.

Oh. My. God
! Being comforted on one end while suckled on the other by not just one man, but several, threw her mind in chaos.

Who was doing what?

Did it really matter?
her mind questioned.

No sight, no smell, no hearing—she was lost to the unknown and the desires of her body.

Then came the pleasure-pain she remembered when the nipple clamps bit into her. She arched into the palms of…well…who knew. She simply enjoyed the white-hot lightning shooting through her breasts, knowing that more was to come. Chastity’s breath was stolen by the sudden sting of pulsating needles, one right after another, on her thigh. Like a mass of bees attacking or a charge of electricity. She cried out, fighting her bindings. Then a wisp of something wet and silky magically dulled the pain before another series was released on her other thigh.

“Fuck! That hurts,” she bellowed. The pain instantly vanished with another application of the wet silk.

All at once she felt slick bodies pressed against hers. Hard, rigid erections pressed into each of her sides, one to her back, the final one to her belly. In unison they moved, sliding up and down her own body, sending her into meltdown. Chastity wanted to touch, feel, but her restraints held her tight. She rolled her head, moaning in ecstasy. She wanted Seth’s cock inside her while the other men rubbed against her.

Was that sick, or what
?

Never had she imagined that something so sinful could be so arousing. As if a floodgate had opened, fantasies of what she could do with four men poured into her head. But always it was Seth at the forefront.

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The plug in one ear was removed. She listened to the heavy breathing surrounding her.

In a low, deep voice Seth asked, “What do you want, Chastity?”

No, no, no. It was happening again.
Her body tensed. Her mind grappled to take control.

“What do you want, Chastity?” he repeated.

Remembering the agreement made in the forest, the one hundred million dollars, and her mother’s situation, she whispered, “Whatever will please you, Master.”

“You won’t endorphin-out?”

The minuscule confidence she had managed to gather dissolved in the air around her.

He knew of her barrier. The last of her defenses had been stripped from her, leaving her helpless. She was his to do as he pleased and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, she could do to prevent it.

Resigned to her fate, she hung her head. “No, Master.” For once she relished the darkness, the unknown, and prayed it would swallow her up. As if by magic, her bindings fell away from her body. Strong arms lifted her, cradling her close to a large muscular chest. With one ear she heard the muffled scrape of a chair moving across the floor. Then a set of hands grasped her ankles, spreading her legs wide as she was lowered in a straddle position. It wasn’t until a stiff cock pierced her pussy that she realized someone sat upon the chair. That
someone
was now buried deep inside her body.

Her ass nestled in his lap. Bare hands, free of gloves, cupped her breasts, then began to tease the nipple clamps, sending flames through their tortured peaks.

“Place your palms on my shoulders.” Relief filtered through her body as Seth spoke. Even blindfolded, she felt his eyes burning into her flesh. He whispered her name and a warm, wet rush of desire flowed between her thighs.

“That’s my girl.” His hips began to thrust. “Ride me,” he growled, his hand moving from her chest to her hips, forcing her to take every inch of him deep into her pussy. Flesh slapped into flesh as he raised her and then stabbed into her with his dick. Not knowing whether she performed for an audience increased the sensuality. Once again, Chastity found herself climbing the crest of ecstasy. But this time as she hit the summit, Seth jerked the nipple clamps off. The pain-pleasure hit with a vengeance. She threw back her head and released a scream, climaxing just as Seth ejaculated. Together they soared, before landing in each others arms, sated and blissful.

Seth listened to the pounding of her heart against his. She snuggled up to him as she always did after they made love. Her kitten-like movements made him chuckle. 101

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The electronic clip in her hair jabbed his chest. Grabbing the release, he pushed and a mass of brunette curls tumbled between them. His fingers threaded through the silk as he bent and kiss her forehead.

He reached for the sleep mask covering her eyes and gave it a jerk. She squinted, blinking watery eyes as she grew accustomed to the light. They were alone in the chamber.

When she gazed up at him he smiled. “Are you hungry?”

Her response was perfunctory, just what she thought he wanted to hear. “If it pleases you, Master.”

Grasping her shoulders he squared her in front of him. “No, Chastity. What would please me is to know whether you’re hungry or not.”