The Game (27 page)

Then Chastity’s eyelids flickered. He felt her breath tease his. Relief filtered through his tattered body.

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Her eyes were still closed when she whimpered his name. Seth tried to respond. But it was no use. His fight to stay conscious had come to an end. 149

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Chapter Fifteen

Chastity awoke with a jolt. She flung herself off the bed so quickly that her stomach churned. Acid beat against her abdomen like waves crashing over jagged rocks. She tried to suck in a breath to ease her dizziness, but it was hell going from slumber to panic in less than a nanosecond.

Memories assailed her mind. Where was Josh?

Without a moment wasted, Chastity spun on her heels.
Smack
! She hit a hard wall of muscle. Terror-stricken, her fists swung out. But strong arms pulled her naked body close, sending her resistance into a whirlpool that spun around and around. With each spin of Chastity’s stomach she felt her hope sucked away. A whimper of defeat slipped past her quivering lips. She was going to be sick.

“Chastity.” A familiar voice whispered her name. A fresh musky scent tickled her nose. Panting, she inhaled and released a raspy breath. “Seth.”

Chastity’s chin rose and Seth smiled down at her.

Confused, she looked around. Taking in the comforting sight of their bungalow and Seth, a feeling of safety flooded her.

Overwhelmed, she flung her arms around Seth. He groaned, not in ecstasy but in pain. She quickly stepped back, tearing herself from his arms and eliciting another groan from him.

“Seth?”

“It’s nothing.” But the agony etched into his handsome features said differently. She raised her brow in question.

“Josh left me with a little souvenir.”

Her feet drew her closer to him. “Souvenir?”

Seth’s one-shoulder shrug brought another grimace. “A gunshot wound.”

Chastity’s jaw fell, her hand rose to rest on his uninjured arm. “
Oh my god.
Do you need to sit, lie down, o-or something?”

A roguish grin lifted the corners of his mouth. “I’ll take ‘or something’.” Then he opened his arms wide. “Come here, baby.”

Chastity flew into his embrace, this time more gently. Face buried against his chest she felt the heat of tears sting her eyes. Emotion choked her. She swallowed the apprehension sticking in her throat and prayed she could finish her sordid tale before he walked out on her. Either way, she was coming away from this experience with a clear conscience.

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“Seth, I need to explain why I left two years ago.” She wasn’t going to waste a single minute. Not when time was so precious.

Seth set her from him. The absence of his embrace and the cool breeze of a fan overhead made her shiver. He pinned her with a glare and frowned. Chastity’s heart stopped.

“I don’t need an explanation. I only need to know if you love me.”

Breath stolen by Seth’s words, Chastity struggled to respond. A single word tickled her throat begging to be released. When a simple “yes” finally squeezed from her lips she watched in dismay as Seth turned his back on her and walked away. Confusion reigned as his footsteps padded across the room. With his good hand, he reached for a paddle from the wall of erotic torture toys. Chastity’s chest tightened, her heart’s palpitations quickened. After all she’d been through, he was going to beat her? She had confessed her love and he was still playing the game. Or was getting her to confess her love part of the game?

Seth pivoted and faced Chastity. When he graced her with a playful smile her heart soared. He wasn’t mad. He was in the mood to play. And this was a game she didn’t mind playing.

Smack
! The paddle resonated off his thigh. “Yes?” He raised an arrogant brow. Excitement filtered through Chastity’s body. Her nipples tingled. Her pussy wept. God, she loved this man. But above that, she needed to feel his cock between her thighs. She needed him to fill her, complete her.

Chastity drifted to her knees, head bowed, pulse racing. Through feathered lashes she peered up at him. “Yes, Master?”

Seth nodded to the right. “Lean against that mirror.”

Chastity rose, her ass swaying as she approached the full-length mirror. Slowly, she bent over, placing her palms against the cool glass and gifting him with a view of her swollen lips, already dripping wet.

He groaned.

She grinned.

In the reflection of the mirror she saw the bulge in his pants take a firmer form. He licked his lips. “Spread your legs.” The gravelly tone of his voice made her quiver. Deliberately, she hesitated, teasing him as she arched her back and raised her ass. His growl of discontent reminded her of a tiger being refused a meal. Like a predator, he stalked across the floor.

The vision of Seth the hunter—and she his prey—flooded her mind. The second growl was a warning that made her quickly scoot her limbs apart. Better safe than sorry. She didn’t know how this game was going to play out. Would she end up on the table taking it in the ass, or in bed with Seth in her arms? Then again, did it matter?

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The lustful expression on his face sent heat waves coursing through Chastity. In a taxing tone he barked, “Not fast enough,
wench
.”

The paddle grazed lightly over one cheek and then the other. Chastity’s skin tingled, blood rushing to the surface of her ass as a gush of warmth slid down her thighs. She was so hot, so aroused. Her breasts ached with a fullness that needed to feel his touch, his mouth suckling, pulling, biting. She whimpered, squirming against the leather like a cat in heat. The torment was unbearable.

“Please, Master,” she begged.

Dark eyes beamed in the mirror. “Please what, slave?”

Chastity’s tongue made a slow sensuous path along her lips. “Spank me,” she breathed.

When leather met skin, Chastity thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Between pain and pleasure was ecstasy. Overwhelming emotions pushed a cry from her mouth. It was a unique blend of femininity and masculinity, of submission and power. Again, the paddle bounced off Chastity’s ass. Tears filled her eyes from the exquisite release. Seth’s lips pressed against one heated cheek and then the other. As the burn subsided, he leaned over Chastity’s back. His hand caressed the soft area between her breasts. In the reflection of the mirror she observed Seth as he watched his fingers move achingly slow across each nipple, tweaking them before weighing each breast in his palm. Then he continued smoothing down her stomach, playing at her navel, before running his digits through her tight curls. When they disappeared into her wet pussy Chastity felt like sobbing. As Seth thrust his fingers in and out of her sex, he kneeled and nipped her ass. She yelped, enjoying the sting of his teeth, the intimacy. He laughed. “Slave, what do you want me to do to you now?”

Chastity inhaled deeply. “Please, Master, fuck me.”

Seth removed his hands from between her thighs. “I’ve got a better idea.” He pulled his shirt gingerly over his head. Next to go were socks, shoes, pants and finally his briefs.

Like a Greek god, he stood before her, his sex long and hard, arching against his firm belly. With ease, he slid onto the bed and held out a hand. “Make love to
me
, Chastity.”

A shaky palm covered her mouth.
Oh my god
, he’d used the “L” word. She blinked, forcing back the emotion stinging her eyes. “I love you,” she choked.

“I know, baby, and I love you, too.”

Chastity climbed atop Seth, her naked body sliding seductively over his. Just the touch of her skin against his set him afire, making his cock harden, his balls ache. Purring laughter vibrated his length. He moaned, afraid he’d wake from the delicious 152

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dream. Hips rocked against his, the smallest movements massaging and squeezing his cock. Then he heard Chastity laugh again, a sweet, beautiful sound that rocked him down to his core.

Seth opened his eyes and gazed at the angel atop him. He smiled as he tried to lift his arms to embrace her. Fire ripped through his left shoulder. He groaned.

“Be still or I’m going to stop,” Chastity threatened softly before lifting her hips and then grinding them against his, taking him deeper.

His right hand brushed a curl behind her ear. “You, okay, baby?”

Chastity rose on her palms, separating their chests. Two heavenly breasts swayed back and forth with the rhythm of her body.

“I don’t know.” She wiggled her brows. “You tell me how I feel.” The inner muscles of her pussy flexed, caressing and sucking him further into her heat. Then she pulled back so that the head of his erection stood poised at her entrance, drawing out the anticipation of plunging again into her swollen heat.

Flinging his right arm back, a hand over his eyes, Seth released a deep breath.

“Heavenly. You feel heavenly.”

Slowly and deliberately, she glided her wet desire across his. She anointed him with the expertise of a temptress. Sharp fingernails grazed his chest, sending a path of fire in their wake. When she dragged her nails across his nipples, he moaned, his hands reaching for her breasts.

Man, the woman was good. Between the sounds of flesh pounding and her pussy wrapping around him like a second skin, Seth’s blood churned. Her body took what he offered, his cock beating against her vaginal walls.

Tiny goose bumps rose across Chastity’s body before she gasped, and the first wave of climax hit. Seth reveled in her deep, orgasmic moans, the soft whimpers as sweet spasms milked his rod. The woman made him so hot, so hungry. He thrust his hips again and again, pace increasing.

Chastity flung her head back. She cried out, riding him harder, faster. Then she grasped his nipples and twisted as another summit hit.

Bittersweet pain rushed Seth toward his own pinnacle. His balls drew up tight, he strained, and his climax went over the top. His body jerked, his dick twitching as it pumped a final jet of come deep inside Chastity’s core.

Sated, Seth pressed her to his chest, knowing how she liked to be held after their loving. But he wasn’t prepared when her rapid breathing became ragged. Then he felt the first tear fall as she began to cry.

Seth kissed the top her head, inhaling the light, floral scent in her hair. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Between sobs she struggled to speak. “So much to t-t-tell you.”

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“Chastity, I know about your mother. I know why you left me. Nothing matters any more.”

A stream of tears trickled from her eyes. He laughed and wiped them away, but new ones appeared.

“Josh?”

Seth kissed her lips. “Locked up tight. He can’t hurt either of us again.”

Chastity’s eyes closed and an expression of relief softened her features. But still, tears seeped from between her lids.

“Stop crying, baby.” Seth ran the back of his hand across her soft cheek. “We’ll work through this. The only thing I want to know is, will you marry me?”

Chastity’s eyes popped open in disbelief. “Marry?” She sniffed and delicately wiped a finger beneath her running nose.

Well, that had certainly stopped the tears. He squeezed her tightly, deliberately pushing away any doubt. “Yes. Will you finish what you promised me two years ago?”

Loving arms closed around his neck. “Oh, Seth.” She planted little kisses along his jawline. But it was her answer—“Yes, yes, yes!”—that made him laugh with elation. Seth lunged from the bed. “Then get dressed—I have a wedding gift for you. You’ve got thirty minutes. Tatiana will come for you.” He bent over and kissed her lightly before adding, “And don’t be late.”

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Chapter Sixteen

Strange didn’t begin to describe how Chastity felt. The last couple of days had been a whirlwind of emotions. After Seth quickly dressed and left, she pushed back the covers and rose from the bed. Arms extended, she stretched, and then rolled her shoulders. From the throbbing ache in her arms to the stiffness in her neck, every pain reminded her of the devastating night with Josh.

God, she’d never been so scared.

This morning’s activities had taken her soreness to a different level. Her skin hummed with heightened sensitivity. Her lips were swollen from Seth’s kisses. The warmth of his spanking lingered, marking her. And the delicious twinge between her thighs…she sighed…was the sweetest of all.

“Seth loves me.” Happiness bubbled inside Chastity like effervescent champagne, or the sparklers burning with bright, colorful sparks during a Fourth of July celebration back home. She blinked and searched through tears of joy for clothing she knew awaited her.

On the chair that usually held her ensemble laid a white bustier trimmed in silver lace. Next to it, lay a matching pair of bikini panties cut high on the thigh with sheer baby-doll ruffles on the buttocks. Chastity touched the silky material and knew immediately that it would glide over her skin seductively, stroking her pussy with each step she took. The mere thought made her breasts tingle and lit a smoldering fire between her legs.

Yet it was the golden choker-necklace dotted with sparkling diamonds that made her breath catch. “Oh my.” In awe, she raised the jewels to her neck. Coolness slithered around her throat, sending chills racing up her spine as she fastened it. What wonderfully wicked thing did Seth have planned for today?

As Chastity wiggled into the bustier, plucking the laces tight, the decadent material caressed her breasts, lifting them upward and outward. The sensual panties were next. When she slipped her feet into matching white heels she couldn’t help admiring the picture of naughty innocence she portrayed.

Chastity took a long, hard look at the woman in the mirror. Seth had asked her to marry him. She had accepted. In the recesses of her mind a niggling of doubt surfaced. Stubbornly she fought it back into the shadows. She squared her shoulders and headed for the door.