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fall. Thankfully, he caught her before she hit the ground.
    Buried beneath a cloud of brunette curls he heard her growl of frustration. “Let me go!”
    So he did.
    A dull thud and a breathy groan followed, when her ass hit the floor hard. The stage shook as the crowd roared their approval. Excitement shimmered over the audience as if the weather regulator was pumping out ecstasy powder. Several women had shed their clothing and were attempting to break through the line of security guards. More than one man’s cock was throat-deep in his partner’s mouth. The scent of sex filled the air. Monty would have an all-out orgy on intergalactic cinema if he wasn’t careful.
    The gleam in Seth’s friend’s eyes flashed dollar signs. Then Monty nodded again and the servant boy arrived carrying a small cushion. On top of the satiny pillow lay two golden bands connected by a chain.
    The boy knelt before Seth offering him the jewelry.
    “Now for a treat. Especially made for you, Chastity, your own nipple clamps, each guaranteed to give Seth great enjoyment. Will you place your ownership jewelry on your slave, Master Seth?” Monty was having way too much fun. “Of course, you may need to stimulate the areolas before applying the clamps.”
    Seth was seriously considering wringing the man’s neck.
    The heat in the room raised ten notches. More clothes were tossed into the air. Bloodlust seared Seth’s veins like acid. Erection stretched to the hilt, throbbing painfully against his leather pants, it would be so easy to take her. She’d fight him. The enticing thought made him inwardly moan. Whenever she was mad, tense, she liked it rough, liked it fast, liked it hard. And by the looks of her she was ready to implode. Fuck ! He ran a shaky hand through his hair. If he touched Chastity in any sexual context here—now—he couldn’t ensure the outcome. So easily could he slip between her thighs and take what had been denied him. His blood heated, his pulse sped. The need to possess her, brand her, bordered on obsession.
    Chastity’s head snapped up. “No!”
    The sudden dissent was a knife to Seth’s gut. He flinched from the blow as if she delivered it with an undercut to his stomach.
    Monty smiled. “I believe your slave has earned her first punishment.” The servant boy handed Seth the whip.
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    The Game
    Confusion glistened in her eyes. “Punishment? Seth ?” It was a definite plea. As she scrambled to her feet Seth caught a glimpse of the swollen flesh between her thighs that he ached to caress.
    “Face the curtains. On your hands and knees,” Seth demanded in a tone of indifference.
    Chastity hesitated, then obeyed, arranging herself as he’d commanded. But when he got a good look at her perfectly sculpted ass facing the masses, he wanted to retract his command. Not only was her ass on display, but everyone could see her pussy lips, too.
    Seth wanted to spread her cheeks and drive his cock deep between them. He held his breath, the mental image of his erection thrusting into her tight ass sending a wave of ecstasy through his body. He’d never taken her that way, but the position had great promise.
    Speechless, he stood and stared at the two heavenly globes, so smooth, so firm. They had fit perfectly in his hands two years ago. His palms itched to touch. He barely stopped himself from reaching out and stroking their softness. Here he was about to flog her, when all he wanted to do was fuck her. Delve into her hot, wet pussy. Feel her breasts slide against his skin, the weight of her ass in his hands.
    Instead, he snapped the whip, striking the object of his attention. Chastity startled at the sharp crack of the whip. Her body jerked forward as the shiny thongs met tender skin. She released a gasp somewhere between surprise and pain. Recovery was swift. Before the second whiplash hit she was prepared for the discomfort and took it without a sound. She remained rigid as pink splotched her alabaster skin.
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