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hadn’t meant to hit her that hard. Regret surfaced. What he wouldn’t give to kiss the hurt away.
    He leaned into her, his bare chest feeling the warmth of her back. “Chastity, I’m sor—”
    Over her shoulder she flashed him a look that would kill most men. The coldness in her eyes made him take a step back.
    Through clenched teeth she hissed, “The clamps…have someone…from the audience…” She turned her head away from him unable to complete her sentence. She didn’t have to finish her request. She didn’t want him to touch her. He back away from her and turned to the crowd. “A prize for a lucky man in the audience.” It was a physical strain to force a smile. Like always, he performed for the cameras. “Who wishes to apply my slave’s nipple clamps?” From the corner of his eye, he watched Chastity’s shoulders fall with relief, an action that set his blood boiling. The leash glittered, swaying from her collar with her rapid breathing. A wild vision of the 15
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    strap wrapped around his fist forcing her head up as he fucked her mouth filled his mind.
    Right there he made a vow. Over the next week she would learn to enjoy his touch. In fact, she’d be begging for it.
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    Chapter Two

    Be careful what you wish for . How many times had Chastity heard that saying? And how many times during the last two years had she seen a good wish go bad? For example, her most recent desire to feel Seth’s hands caressing her body, his cock buried deep inside her. By no means was a nipple clamping and whipping what she had in mind.
    After her first strike against him failed she should have stopped there. But, noooo . She had to wish him to the devil. And right before her eyes he had taken on Satan’s form. Chastity’s ass burned and her nipple ached, as well as her pride. Being flogged with a cat-o’-nine-tails on intergalactic cinema was not her idea of a good time. Now she was to endure yet another humiliation and more pain, but at least it wouldn’t be directly from Seth’s hands.
    Chastity got up from her hands and knees as best she could with her hands cuffed. She slowly faced the crowd, her chin high.
    After a moment of total chaos, a security guard ushered a man up the stairs and onto the stage. Chastity should’ve known that it would be a LA Annihilator in full combat attire. The audience was saturated with current and past players and more than a few wannabes.
    Seth Allen worshippers.
    Like little boys, they wore their khaki-green and tan uniforms and paraded around like warriors of the twentieth century. Only they weren’t in the Skyforce, they chased an astro-ball around the interior of a dome, for heaven’s sake. With a flattop haircut, the young man couldn’t be more than a year or so out of training guards. At least five years younger than her own twenty-six. Maturity lacking, the randy man high-fived Seth, then raised his arms, jumping up and down and roaring like a lion, a childish act of raging hormones. When he turned his intense brown eyes on her with a hunger that could only match that of a vulture, her skin crawled across her arms.
    This decision had been her call. She had no one to blame but herself. But in reality she’d had no choice. Her hands were bound physically, as well as metaphorically. At this moment two things were raging out of control…her temper and her lust. If Seth touched her now, she didn’t know which one would explode first. Steeling her jaw, she drew Seth’s attention, forcing him to look at her. See what you’re doing to me? Enjoy it, because after this week you’ll never see me again. Okay, so anger was in the lead. This was good. If she could keep this attitude up throughout the week she’d be home free.
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    Yet for now she had to prove to Seth that she wasn’t frightened. That his fiercely dark looks didn’t move her, affect her in any way. He was just a man. Feet parted, she slowly lifted her arms high above