The Game Read Online Free PDF Page B

require, I will more than fulfill your needs every minute of the next seven days, six nights.”
    She flinched at his sarcasm. Resentment flashed in her narrowed eyes. She stood, arms akimbo, fists buried in her round hips.
    Her rigid stance shoved her breasts forward. His mouth watered, wanted to taste them, feel them pressed against his chest, her naked body sliding over his. God have mercy on his soul. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. Once again, she stood before him, proud, defiant, heat glowing like embers in her eyes. A breathtaking sight. And a reminder of what he had been deprived of. He would crush her before the week was over. A week was sufficient time to drive the thoughts of her lover from her mind and her body.
    “No. If you must know, I need to trans-call my mother.”
    “Mother? But your parents are d—” Vexed, he shook his head. She was doing it again. “ Lies . Damn you, Chastity, if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll teach you to never lie to me again.”
    Regret flickered in her eyes. Hands floating to her side, her stance softened along with her voice. “You don’t even want to listen to my explana—”
    “ Stop ! Not another word.” He extracted the handcuffs from a strap connected to his pants. “Your wrists,” he grounded out. Reluctantly, she shoved her hands out and allowed him to cuff her. He focused on the clicking of the locking mechanism as he snapped shut each wristband.
    Control. He had to gain control of the situation, not allow her to manipulate herself back into his heart. Two years he had waited for this moment. She would not take it from him.
    “This has nothing to do with the past.” Now it was his turn to lie.
    “Seth, it has everything to do with the past.” He jerked away from the hand she laid upon his arm. He didn’t want her pity. He had gone beyond the suffering. He had no more sleepless nights. Well, almost. His appetite was back. In fact, he’d gained ten pounds. On the field he was a brutal animal. And women? He had a different one every night to warm his bed. Yeah, he was doing just fine, thank you very much!
    “There are rules to this game. And, that’s what this is, Chastity. A game.” With a dismissive action he brushed his hand through the air. “Unfortunately for you and me, 22
    The Game
    the fates have thrown us together at different ends of the spectrum.” Another lie—he was getting good at this.
    A harrumph of disbelief pushed from taut lips. So. If she knew, all the better!
    “You will walk behind me with your head bowed and your hands behind your back.”
    She responded with a “Yes, Master”. But it came out more like “Fuck you, bastard”. She raised a brow and then the wrists he had cuffed in front of her. He held back a chuckle. She was feistier than he remembered.
    Seth met her glare. He sprung the lock on each of her handcuffs so that she would be able to follow his mandate. He fastened the manacles to the strap on his pants.
    “Remember…the rule is to pleasure me. If I demand that you drop to your knees and take my cock in your mouth—” her eyes widened, “—you will do it without hesitation.”
    “But—”
    “You will not speak unless I permit it. When you do speak, you will refer to me as Master. This is my last warning…before the punishments begin.” Even he heard the menacing edge in his voice. She backed away and pivoted, presenting him with her back.
    Damn, but her obstinate attitude was infuriating. Fingers closing tight around her biceps, he jerked her around, eliciting a squeal of surprise. “And, you will never turn your back to me. Now, a transport is awaiting us.”
    “Master, may I speak?” Her teeth were clenched so tightly he wondered how she got the words out.
    A “no” was on his lips. “Yes.”
    “I need clothes, toiletries.”
    “I will decide what you need, and if I choose to provide them.”
    “Yesss, Master.” Then, like a coiled snake, she sprung to life. “I can’t do this.”