The Game (20 page)

Long, slender fingers closed around his cock and began to pump up and down his hard erection. In slow, tantalizing movements she brought him to the edge of madness, only to release him, allowing his body to cool before she began the torment again. It was then that he realized retaliation was just what she had in mind. When her mouth closed around his erection, Seth knew right then and there that Chastity Ambrose was going to kill him with mind-blowing sex.

“Oh, baby, you’re killing me.” His back arched as he fought back his release. His jaws clenched tight. “I need to taste your wet pussy.” His hips squirmed to break the hold her mouth had on him. “Let me go, so y-
youuu
…
aaagh
, can fuck my face.”

Lips parting, she released him, her laughter floating on the air. She was everything he remembered and more. He knew if he didn’t taste her now he’d die a thousand deaths. “Come up here, baby.”

Crawling atop him, she slid her nether lips over his erection. In slow, seductive movements she anointed his cock with her juices, using the tilt of her hips to lift and take the head of his crown into her warmth. He thrust, needing to go deeper. She countered by pulling back, so that he delved no further than the entrance of her pussy. His fingers twisted around his silk bindings, giving him something to hold on to as she did with him what she wished.

Bondage was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced. Not being able to touch her was driving him friggin’ nuts. Not controlling the pace or the path their loving was taking was pushing him closer to the edge of madness. His body tensed, needing to feel her heat. “Fuck me, baby. I need you now.”

Still, Chastity dragged her body against his, across his abdomen, over his chest, until he could smell her arousal, almost taste her essence on his tongue. Her hips suspended above his face, he marveled at her pink lips glistening with heat. She eased down, hovering just out of reach. Just when he thought he’d go crazy, she sat, lightly burying his face in her pussy.

A wave of moisture released as his tongue entered her swollen lips. Hungrily, he sucked the sweet nectar, starving to take all of her into his mouth. From his position he could see her hands clutching the headboard. It creaked to the gentle sway of her body. Her eyes, closed in an expression of pure ecstasy, filled him with such joy he thought he would burst.

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Beneath a smile, he nipped and played with her clit, sending her body into spasms above him. He heard her gasp, felt the weight of her sex pressing into him. Unrelenting, he continued to suck and lick his way through a climax that took him to the brink. Still, he resisted the urges of his body, wanting to feel his cock thrusting in and out of her wet, warm pussy.

Sated, she rose.

He inhaled her scent. It lingered on his moustache and goatee. Carefully, she backed away. And to his surprise, she eased off the bed leaving him fully aroused…and unfulfilled.

In disbelief, he watched her stroll over to the wall where all the erotic torture toys hung. She reached for an eight-thonged whip, the nipple clamps that he had placed on her twice, a blindfold and a wicked-looking knife.

A shiver of apprehension slid up his spine.

She wouldn’t dare.

A haughty look burned her face as she approached. The whip swayed with the rhythm of her hips, the blade glistening in the light.

“Chastity,” he growled in warning, uncertain how far to push a woman with an attitude and a knife.

Despite his uncertainty, he found the experience of the tables being turned, the slave becoming the Master, heady and arousing.

Fingertips grazed along his jawline. Her head dipped to taste his lips in a gentle attack.

His pulse raced as she glided the sleep mask over his eyes, plunging him into darkness.

“Chastity?” Her name was all he could manage when he felt the leather thongs sweep lightly across his chest, his abdomen. When it brushed his cock he held his breath.

Fuck, the woman wouldn’t dare
. He fought his bindings, fear and excitement warring against one another.

Then the mattress creaked beneath her weight as she climbed onto it. He felt the warmth of her legs straddling his hips, his erection nestled between her thighs. He startled when cold steel touched his wrist. His fingers curled in a fist awaiting her next move, wondering if she would draw blood.

Darkness intensified every sense…hearing, the sense of touch, the taste of her on his tongue. A multitude of sensations rushed him, bombarding him all at once. When he heard the ripping of silk, his bindings being cut away, relief, trust and pride swamped him.

A warm breath caressed his neck. Her voice hummed low in his ear. “I want you to touch me when I take your cock into my pussy.” Her words left him reeling. 109

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Seth felt his other wrist released, his ankles still bound as the knife tumbled off the bed and hit the floor with a clang. He made no attempt to remove the blindfold. He wanted to feel what Chastity had felt when he had taken her in the dark. Without the use of her hands, her body took him deep. Heavy breathing mingled with his. A soft moan echoed. Was it his expression of pleasure, or hers?

Featherlight touches were erotic in his lightless world, touches that caressed his body as if seeking to etch it into memory.

He felt cherished. He felt…loved.

“Touch me, Seth.” Her plea was breathless.

It was amazing. Even without sight he knew exactly where her breasts were. There was no fumbling to locate them, only the knowledge of her body. But this time it was different. When his fingers closed around them they were firmer, laden with desire, smooth as velvet.

Seth’s sense of smell was heightened, too. Her body’s perfume teased and caressed him. Her taste lingered on his tongue.

She arched into his palms and panted the words, “
I love when you touch me
.”

Surrender was in her tone, in her actions as she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. Her lips parted on a sigh, allowing him inside.

Ahhh
, sweet and decadent.

“Seth,” she whimpered against his mouth, breaking the kiss and pushing upward to brace her palms on his chest. Her movements quickened. She began to ride him hard, fast and urgent.

He grasped her hips, holding their bodies together tightly as they moved in the rhythm of two people joined as one. Light splintered the darkness behind his eyelids. Chastity began to tremble.

They were close, so close.

It was like an explosion. Total surrender as they rocked back and forth, tumbling into the place where ecstasy overpowered the senses and lifted lovers into a trancelike state of bliss.

Raw intimacy. The selfless act of giving ones body and soul. Seth’s cock jerked once, twice, content. Chastity’s core rippled around him as the last of her orgasm subsided. He drew her closer. Their descent was effortless as they floated back to earth, sated in each other’s arms.

Drifting off to sleep, Chastity nuzzled closer. “Seth…” She inhaled and slowly released a breath. “I love you.”

Seth’s body lay spooned against Chastity’s as the sun peeked through the curtains. A flurry of dust motes danced upon the ray of light as he listened to her shallow breathing. The night had been astonishing. He had taken her in every way imaginable, but this time she had willing offered herself to his exploration. 110

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As she had drifted off to sleep she had uttered words of love. Words he had strived so hard to hear from her lips.

His plan was coming to fruition.

He could leave her at any moment, confident that the sting of rejection would be there. Tonight she had revealed her hand. She cared for him. Somehow he didn’t find comfort in the knowledge. He knew he didn’t have the strength to let her go, to walk out that door, at least not right now. He need more time. Caught in a grip of unnamed emotion, his grasp around her waist tightened.

“Seth?” Her voice was drowsy.

He released her and she rolled to her back, then to her side, pressing her flesh to his. Heavy eyelids rose, revealing dark, aroused eyes.

A stray curl fell between them. He brushed it away, reveling in the touch of her skin, the beauty of her thoroughly fucked smile.

Chastity was a goddess, and she was all his.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her atop him. “What do you want to do today?” He kissed the tip of her nose.

Her jaw dropped. Her palms braced against the bed, stiffening, raising her so that her nipples brushed his chest lightly. “What?” Confusion reigned in her eyes. He jerked her hands from beneath her, and she yelped and fell against him. “Don’t you want to spend the day with me?”

“Yes, b-but what about the game? You know, you Master…me slave.” Her words vibrated against his skin.

He laughed and she relaxed, her body melting into his.

In truth, this whole arrangement was beginning to worry Seth. Chastity still had not confided in him. Unless she was a brilliant actress, she cared for him. Then he remembered that she had confessed her love for him two years ago, even made it to the chapel and down the aisle before she had left him. Had he done something to drive her away?

Had something else been the catalyst?

And what about Monty and Voyeur II?

The game wasn’t over, at least not in their eyes.

* * * * *

Monty Jamison, the game host of the Voyeur II series, moved nervously around the plush room located in the center of the citadel of Ecstasy Island on Zygoman. He tugged at his blue designer jacket, and then flicked a piece of lint off his shoulder. From the reports he had received, Seth’s woman wasn’t breaking. The producers of Voyeur II were getting excited. There were only three days left. 111

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By the looks of things, Chastity Ambrose would walk off this planet one hundred million dollars richer.

He had to do something, and fast.

The stream of calls to Monty’s office were increasing. His anchorwoman had reported that Seth and Chastity had looked pretty chummy in a secluded area of the planet. Clearly their little love nest wasn’t as isolated as they had thought. From the tape Monty reviewed, Seth was making the most of this adventure. The Master-slave dinner had gone unattended the night before, instead, they’d had one privately in their chambers. The reports of laughter and heavy breathing had brought Monty to see for himself how it was going.

To his regret, the stories were true. He brushed a trembling hand through his hair. Seth was a friend, but money was money. Monty’s job was at stake. Seth was a businessman. He would understand.

When Tor and his brothers entered the room, Monty’s nervousness struck a new high. The three barbarians hovered over him, staring at him as if he were an insect about to be squashed.

Tor took his outstretched hand. “Mr. Jamison, what brings you to Zygoman?”

The other two men didn’t bother to shake his hand in greeting. Like shadows, they disappeared to the back of the room. Monty turned so that his back faced the wall.

“Miss Ambrose. I hear she’s not weakening.”

“No, it appears that Mr. Allen and Miss Ambrose have come to a meeting of the minds. They are enjoying each other as they should.”

Monty was sure there was a double meaning behind the large man’s words, but his own livelihood was at stake.

“Voyeur II wants to raise the heat. What’s left in your bag of goodies?”

Tor’s brows rose with distaste at Monty’s comment.

“The slave auction is tonight. I had scheduled a four-way for the last night. But I suggest that you cancel both of these events. Voyeur II has lost.”

Monty took a brave step forward. “Wait a minute. I’ve paid you for the ultimate, the whole shebang.”

“Yes, but the remaining events will not sit easy with Mr. Allen. He has real feelings for this woman. He is not a man to be toyed with.”

“You leave Seth to me.” Monty moved before the fireplace and gripped the mantel for support. “Now, I want you to push the four-way up for tonight. Hold the slave auction tomorrow.”

The scowl on Tor’s face sent a shiver up Monty’s back. “You want us to rearrange our agenda to accommodate Voyeur II?”

“Yes,” Monty’s voice squeaked. He cleared his throat gaining back his composure. Money talked louder than words. “Just tell me how much.”

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What was a few more thousand dollars when one hundred million was at stake?

Tor’s brothers moved out of the shadows to his side. The threesome was a formidable sight. Surely Miss Ambrose would crumble when faced with them in a fourway. And Seth? Well, this would just be a bump in the road. Once it was over it would be over. His friend would understand.

Voyeur II had never had a winner. In all Monty’s eight years of hosting the game show, he had ensured the contestant’s failure. Chastity was a sure thing, Seth’s revenge the catalyst. Yes, it was true the ratings were soaring. A major sports figure on a sexthemed game show was advertising gold. The fiery exchanges between Seth and Chastity were magical on screen. But something was going wrong. Seth’s vengeance was cooling, and Chastity was becoming way too submissive for Monty’s comfort.

“You’ll speak to Mr. Allen?” It was Terrance that spoke. “He must concede to this before we proceed.”

Monty moved toward the door, and as he passed through it, said, “Yeah, I said I would.”

In the hallway Monty breathed a sigh of relief. Now if he could just make it to the transport without running into Seth, he would be home free. But luck wasn’t on his side as he slithered around a corner, running smack-dab into the very person he had hoped to elude.

“Seth!” Their hands clasped in greeting.

“Monty. I’ve been trying to contact you.” The unease in his friend’s smile made Seth uncomfortable. “Why haven’t you returned my calls?”

“Travel, bro. Hightailed my ass up here to see how things are going.” Monty chuckled nervously. “Well? How’re things going?”

Seth nodded his head in short multiple jerks. “Good, real good.”

Monty crammed his hands into his pockets. “So, why the calls?”