The Game by MacKenzie McKade Page A

stroked Chastity’s hair, the caress having a calming effect. Her voice was low, soothing. “To submit is to yield control.”
    “But I don’t want to submit or lose control.” Chastity picked a daisy and began plucking its petals. To lose control was a weakness she couldn’t afford.
    “There is joy in serving another. A spiritual rebirth when you subjugate yourself to a Master.”
    Disbelief was on Chastity’s lips. Surely she wasn’t hearing this from another woman. “Joy? You’re joking? Happiness is to be paraded around like a sex toy and to be humiliated and disrespected by a domineering man? Joy?” she repeated. “Passion Flower, how can you stand to be subservient to that—that barbaric Tor Thorenson?”
    Chastity crushed the remainder of the flower in her palm and then tossed its crumpled remains.
    Passion Flower hesitated, her hand stilling. “He is my husband. I love him.” She spoke soft, firm words that left no room for skepticism. If there had been a breeze in the air it would have blown Chastity over. The sex king of Ecstasy Island was married? And this gentle creature was his wife? Okay, so the world had slightly tilted off balance. But then again, this whole day had been a scene from the Twilight Zone .
    “Please accept my apology for my rude comment,” Chastity said with sincere regret. Who was she to judge another? Hell, at least Passion Flower had the man she loved.
    Through long, dark lashes the woman peered up at Chastity. “Tor told me of your first meeting.”
    Yeah , and Chastity’s nipples and ass still ached from that meeting. Slender fingers again began to comb through Chastity’s hair. “He only wished to help you adjust to your role. He is a loving and gentle man.”
    Chastity’s jaw dropped. The woman couldn’t possible believe what she was saying. Then Passion Flower smiled, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “But he can also be an ass. And if you tell him I said so I will deny it.”
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    Both women broke into giggles. Their laughter was quickly squashed when they were jerked to their feet by two pairs of strong and angry hands. Shawn and Terrance both glared down at Passion Flower.
    “Your Master will not be happy with you.” Terrance spoke harshly to the Asian woman, while Shawn firmly held Chastity.
    Passion Flower cast her eyes downward. “Please forgive me, Master Terrance. We were awaiting you and—and Master Shawn. It is our desire to know how you want to proceed…we seek only to please you.”
    The men glanced at each other, and then in unison they released the women. Passion Flower had been quick with her response and the two muscle-headed men had bought it—hook, line and sinker. Chastity started to shake her head in disbelief. When she saw Passion Flower’s warning expression, she refrained from further verbal or nonverbal comment.
    Men were stupid. Just stroke their ego and they’d buy anything. Maybe this little bit of knowledge would be useful in this crazy world of testosterone and machismo.
    “Have you taught this wench anything?” Terrance’s demeaning glance from head to toe sparked a fire in Chastity.
    Her fingers curled into fists. “No, she hasn’t. But one thing I have figured out on my own is that this planet is overrun by a buttload of egotistical men high on themselves.”
    So much for stroking the male ego.
    Instead, she found herself quickly subdued, facedown on the ground, Terrance atop her. Her body bucked, struggling to get free. But the more she fought, the tighter his grip. Forcibly, her arms were pulled behind her, ankles bent back resting on her buttocks, and then she felt something cool twining around her limbs. Chastity let loose a scream of fury as he released her and stood.
    The damn man had hogtied her.
    She squirmed, tugging against the ropes that held her ankles and wrists. “Bastard, let me go!” And then as if the humiliation wasn’t enough, Seth and Tor arrived with the crew of Voyeur II in