The Game by MacKenzie McKade Page B

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    Okay, now what was she supposed to do? The air filled with tense silence. Seth just stood there like a statue, his eyes agape.
    “ Seth , make this cocksucker let me go!” She wiggled, trying to get loose, but only succeed in baring her ass to the cameras focused on her. Regaining his composure, Seth calmly faced Terrance. “My slave has offended you.”
    Wide-eyed Chastity glared at Seth. “Are you fucking mad ? Look at me.”
    Deliberately, he ignored her. “What punishment would you feel appropriate for her disgraceful behavior?”
    Ohmygod ! Seth was putting her right into the man’s hands. “Wait just a fucking minute. My contract is with Voyeur II and you not this—this imbecile .” The soft 49
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    cushiony grass was quickly turning into a hard bed of concrete. Her muscles were stretched tight and aching. And the cameras riveted to her ass put a new meaning to the words indecent exposure.
    Seth looked toward the cameramen, shook his head, and sighed. “Again, she insults Master Terrance.”
    “Seth,” her tone was a low, threatening growl.
    Using his name as an admonishment was the wrong thing to do. Kneeling, he grasped a handful of her hair and jerked her head back so that their eyes met. “You are my possession . The sooner you accept it, the sooner we can experience pleasure. But for now, you will treat each of these men with respect. And, why?” he snarled. “Because it pleases me, and you are here to please me.” Releasing her hair, he stood and faced Terrance. “Now, how would you like to punish my slave?”
    This can’t be happening . Chastity shifted against her bonds. She had to give it to Terrance. The man knew how to tie a knot. There was no play at all in the ropes.
    “For slave Chastity I choose the chastity bell. She is to wear it during her lessons and orientation this evening.”
    Did he say bell or belt ? wondered Chastity.
    Whatever, it didn’t sound too bad. Visions of the crude belt used in the Middle Ages for abstinence came to mind. The image quickly vanished when Passion Flower brought him a satin pillow holding something that looked strangely like an erect penis, but it wasn’t any bigger than two inches.
    “Master Seth.” Seth took the miniature dildo Terrance offered and approached Chastity.
    Chastity winced at his touch. “I’m warning you, Seth, don’t do it.” The caveat was issued through clenched teeth.
    “Shut up, Chastity, or I’ll cram it in your mouth. Now roll on your side and spread your knees.” His languid tone made her stiffen.
    “And how exactly do you expect me to manage rolling over?” Sarcasm lifted her voice. Her position left her helpless. A position she loathed. Too many times over the last two years she had found herself helpless.
    Harshly, he pushed her over to her side. She groaned at the sudden movement, but was thankful when he placed himself in front of the cameras. Still, she knew the audience would feed off her humiliation like pond-sucking scavengers. When Seth’s hand slipped between her thighs, nudged past her thong, spreading the folds of her pussy, Chastity thought she’d die a slow death. Twice in one day. She’d dreamt of Seth’s touch throughout the years. But never had she imagined this. His fingers probed and then slid between her nether lips. No way could she halt the shower of damp pleasure that flowed into his hand.
    His breath faltered, betraying his desire.
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    Satisfaction tipped the corners of her mouth into a smile, a smirk that vanished when she felt the cool, metallic dildo slip inside her. Immediately, the small foreign object began to move, shaping to the walls of her sex. The solid mass was like liquid mercury, contorting, thrusting and filling her. Then it hardened and began to vibrate, plunging deeply. Her sheath gripped the invader, welcoming its presence. Terrance’s deep, menacing voice was the last thing she needed as she fought against the tantalizing effect the bell