The Game (14 page)

Chastity snuggled closer into his embrace. He brushed a kiss on her head, hugged her and murmured something inaudible.

Then he froze.

His body tensed. An invisible wall slipped between them. She smoothed a hand across his back and down his ass, trying to entice him to relax, to forget what had forced them apart.

As if her touch burned, he released her and plunged from the bed. Silent accusation etched his stern face, and he glared at her as if she had just committed the foulest of sins.

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Seth would lay a bet that the confusion on Chastity’s face matched his own.

“Seth?” Cautiously, she pushed back the covers and began to rise. Seth took a hasty step backwards.

Had he really whispered, “I love you”? Had she heard his declaration of love?

A trembling hand brushed through his hair. Everything was getting too complex, too messy for his liking. He tried to convince himself that it was just a reaction, something a man said to a woman during sex. But try as he might, his brain just wasn’t falling for it.

Once again, she had bewitched him. Worked her wiles on him and—for a brief moment—made him forget.

Man
, he couldn’t believe it. The great Seth Allen had just fucked the enemy and reveled in the act. Then lay in heavenly bliss with her afterwards. The damnedest thing was that, given half the chance, he’d do it again and again.

“Get up.” He barked the command before realizing that she was already standing. He needed to pull himself together and get things back on course. “You will be punished for removing the blindfold.”

Her blue eyes widened as her jaw dropped. “You’re kidding, right?” Then her body seemed to relax. She smiled and began to move toward him. His outstretched hand stopped her cold.

Confusion seeped back onto her face. “What have I done?”

He motioned to the black mask lying among the tangled sheets. Her gaze followed the path of his finger. Slowly she turned toward him. Fists planted on her hips, she glared, and then she leaned slightly forward.

“You fucked me hard enough to blow the roof off this building.” Her hand angrily swung a path from her side to the ceiling. “Not to mention causing a sleep mask to move. And you want to punish
me
?” She waved her hand dismissively and turned her back on him.

A defiant action he couldn’t allow.

“You’re fucking nuts,” she grumbled, looking over her shoulder. Outraged, he lunged for her. She dodged, barely evading him as he stumbled and rolled on the floor. With a growl, his hand swept out and caught her by the ankle. She fell, grunting on impact. Stunned, she lay motionless as he crawled to her side. Her eyes were closed.

Had he hurt her?

“Chastity?” Seth brushed the brunette curls from her face, only to catch the bend of her knee in his balls as her eyes popped open.

“
Aagghh
!” Pain lashed through his groin as he folded at the waist. Breathlessly, he held onto her. With all the fortitude left in him, he raised up, pulling her beneath him and pinning her with his weight as he collapsed.

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“Stop struggling, Chastity.” Every move sent pain coursing through his genitals. She would pay dearly when he could function again.

“Fuck you,” she retorted sharply.

He would accommodate that request before the night was over. But for the moment he needed to lie quietly and gain back his strength.

Then he’d wring her pretty neck.

For the next few minutes she lay quietly beneath him. All the while, he was forced to endure the rage burning in her fiery eyes glaring up at him.

“Let me up,” she ordered.

With his potency revived, he carefully moved from atop her. In a blink of an eye she tried to crawl away from him, but he held her firmly by the arm. Then he shook her hard enough to hear her teeth rattle.

“I’ll give you this warning once and only once.” His words were slowly drawn out. He rose and loomed over her before jerking her to her feet. A grunt pushed through her pinched lips. Cruelly, his fingers bit into her arms as he pressed her to his chest.

“If you ever do that again…you’ll not live to regret it.” With a quick shove he released her. “Now put your hands behind your back.”

Seth didn’t know if it was what he said or how he said it, but Chastity complied without comment. Using the static controller he locked her wrists and ankles together. Hands fused together, she was helpless. The snap of her feet dragging together made her body sway like a tree caught in the wind. He pivoted, prepared to walk away, when he heard a thump, a sharp intake of air and then a very agitated growl that made him glance over his shoulder. Chastity lay sprawled upon the floor.

“You son of a bitch!” Snakelike, she squirmed around until she could see him through a web of mussed curls. Her agile body arched and she tossed her head, slinging the mass of hair over a shoulder and out of her eyes.

“You fucking son of a bitch!” She sucked in a long breath, gaining strength. “You cruel, ruthless, fucking son of a bitch! Let me go,
now
!” Her voice dropped an octave as her temper soared.

There was nothing like a hot woman, not to mention a knee to the gonads, to get a man back on track. He wasn’t here to make
love
to Chastity Ambrose. He was here for revenge.

“
Silence
!”

Seth was mad. His anger smoldered around him like heat vapors off pavement.
What had happen? What had changed the beauty of what they shared only moments ago?

He stomped over to the bed, whisked the sleep mask into his hands, and headed toward her.

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Chastity cringed, worming her way into a sitting position in the corner. At least the walls gave her the illusion of support. She didn’t like the dark, or the unexpected. But this whole arrangement was a blind dive into the unknown. Surprises hid around every corner.

When Seth stood before her, it took everything she had to remain still as he slipped the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her back into darkness. Motionless, she waited for him to say something, anything. He didn’t speak nor did he walk away. Through the blackness she sensed his glare burning into her.

Relief filtered through her when she finally heard him turn, his angry footsteps sounding as he put distance between them.

Seconds seemed like minute, minutes hours, as she listened to him move about. Every quiet moment made her that much more uneasy with her situation. She had never imagined how vulnerable it was to be left without vision. Water splashed. Her head turned in the direction of the tub, or at least the direction she believed it to be. He was enjoying a bubble bath while she lay crumpled in a corner. The smell of sex hung on her skin, her thighs were sticky, her body ached, and she felt like crying.

Nothing made sense. Not Seth’s reaction and most definitely not how her body still hungered for his touch.

Heavy feet padded across the room, coming closer and closer. She tensed, sensing that he stood near.

“Rise.”

Great
. It appeared their conversations were now to consist of single words. But so as not to further agitate him, she placed her back against the wall, drew her feet beneath her and used the wall to awkwardly inch herself up into a standing position. When fingers folded around her biceps she flinched, an action that resulted in increased pressure. As he began to pull her forward she noticed that he had released her ankles from bondage. Her wrists were still fused tightly together in front of her. Disoriented, she didn’t know exactly where in the room she was when he stopped.

“There’s a table in front of you. Raise your hands and lean forward.” A hand pushed her down until her chest was resting on the cool wood, her arms lying above her head. “Spread your legs.”

Her pulse leaped. “Seth?”

“No talking.” His voice lacked emotion. In the dark it felt dull, empty to her ears. With trepidation, she wedged her feet apart.

Silence reigned, except for her thudding heart and a ceiling fan that made whirling sounds as it spun air currents that teased her nether lips—exposed for Seth’s eyes. Fingertips stroked the outside of her ankles before moving around to the inside and traveling upwards, sending goose bumps across her heated skin. The gentleness of his 77

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touch made her relax. He caressed her calves, moving up her legs, brushing the inside of her thighs, kneading her buttocks.

Her pussy wept for him. She felt her inner muscles contract and tighten, readying to receive him, take him deep.

With every inch of skin he grazed, Chastity’s nipples tingled, her breasts grew heavy with need. Then his body covered hers, his cock wedged between her thighs. She sighed with the exquisite feel of him moving against her nether lips. The fine hairs on his chest tickled her back. She could smell the faint scent of bubble bath and the masculine scent that was unique to Seth. As he moved, thrusting against her swollen folds, she noticed something different about his erection. It was slick, as if he had covered it in lubricant.

Without warning he stood and plunged his cock into her ass. Chastity screamed. Her breath caught as fire lanced through her body. He stilled. His breathing labored. His weight was heavy as he pressed their bodies together.

Breathe—in—out.

After what seemed like forever, the burning sensation dissipated, leaving an incredible fullness. But it was nothing compared to the feeling when he rose and slowly began to thrust in and out of her ass.

Her muscles pulsated around his cock.

Seth sucked in a tight breath. A hiss she knew was inhaled through clenched teeth. His fingers buried in her hips trembled. His arousal sent her into a frenzy of desire.

“You’re so tight.” His throaty growl was breathless.

Perched on her toes, she arched her back and leaned into him, wanting him deeper, reveling in his excitement. She was unbelievably wet between her thighs. Her breaths came in short pants as her heartbeat threatened to burst through her chest. A hand left her hip and she felt it settle upon her clit. As he pumped he stroked her pussy. Heat radiated off his hand, setting a tidal wave building inside her. Her nipples stung as she pushed against his hips.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned, his body stiffening. Just the deep resonating sound of his strained voice threw her over the edge, plunging her into space. Something snapped inside her. Chastity felt consumed by his climax as if their souls were intertwined, something bigger than the universe itself. No words could describe the incredible feeling. It was nothing short of a cosmic orgasm. Tremors easing, Chastity sighed, only then noticing the table she was draped across was biting into her legs. Seth’s weight pressed into her ass and back increased the discomfort. But she didn’t complain, content to listen to his breathing, his heartbeats radiating into her body.

He pushed from the table, their flesh parting.

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She smiled, the ceiling fans cooling her heated skin.

Without a word Seth helped her from the table. Her body ached as he led her through the room and, once again, she found herself in a corner.

“Wait,” he said, leaving her for a moment but returning quickly. “Sit.” He assisted her down upon a fluffy pillow and then released her. His footsteps grew faint as he moved away.

Snap
! Chastity felt her ankles drawn together. He had activated the static bands, a fact that bent her slightly out of shape, both figuratively and literally. She shifted, anxiously wondering when he would release her. She was tired, and the thought of a bath and a snuggle with Seth was tantalizing.

Blindness amplified the sounds in the room as Seth moved about. She heard the splash of water, the sound of him dressing, and then silence filled the empty space. Her brows rose beneath the sleep mask. “Seth?” No answer.

“Seth, come on, this isn’t funny.” Still no response.

Chastity let out a scream of fury. He’d done it again. Fucked her and disappeared. Their night together had meant nothing to him but vengeance, an exercise in carnal desire. He wanted to use her body, torment her mind.

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Chapter Eight

Chastity woke to silence and what was obviously an empty room. She sat on the floor exactly where Seth had left her. Her body ached, not to mention her heart and soul. Last night something beautiful had gone terribly wrong. They had made love and Seth had held her as if there might still be something salvageable between them. She was a fool to have ever believed that anything had changed between them. Chastity shifted her weight and began to fall. Her numb hands were of no help as she tumbled off the pillow and onto the cold wooden floor.

“
Aghhh
.” A burning sensation tore through her limbs. How long would Seth punish her? She hoped he would release her soon. She didn’t know how much longer she could take the darkness, the loneliness, and she had to pee so bad her eyes felt like they were swimming.

A light knock drew her head in the direction of the sound. She heard a familiar swish as the door opened.

“Chastity?”

It was Tatiana.

“Oh, my!” Anxious steps approached quickly.

As the woman neared, Chastity’s bindings released, wrists and ankles parting. The first thing she did was tear the sleep mask from her head. The sudden light burned her eyes. She shut them as moisture pricked her lids. Were they tears of sorrow or discomfort? Both, she reasoned, choking them back before they could fall.

“Chastity, are you okay?”

Chastity squinted, seeing the woman through a veil of emotion. She raised her wrists. How had Tatiana released her without the controller?

The woman understood her question without it being voiced. “Your Master must have set them on a timer. I was told to be here at exactly 9:00 a.m. to assist you with your needs.” As she helped Chastity to rubbery feet, she added, “You must’ve made him awfully angry.”