of decay and rotting meat. She screamed.
In a chair across the room, Seth watched Chastity sleep. Restless, she moaned and cried out in pain. Her body arched and he held back the desire to comfort her. Damn those nipple clamps . Someone should’ve told him that they shouldn’t stay on longer than thirty minutes. From his pocket he extracted the menacing contraptions. They looked innocent enough, but then so did Chastity.
Had she ever loved him? Or had she just been one of the other astral-ball bunnies that hounded the players for their fame and fortune? Stardom and money hadn’t meant a lot to her back then, however, it sure seemed to now. Getting her face in front of a camera would help her modeling career…and the money? Hell, he had no idea what she had planned for the money, nor did he care.
Seth tossed the nipple clamps into the air and caught them in his palm. Had she enjoyed the pain? She was aroused. He had seen it in her eyes when he placed the first clip on her nipple. The cloudy look of desire had made him rock-hard. If he had tasted her then, sucked her nipple into erection, there would’ve been no chance in hell that he’d survive attaching the second one without a total meltdown. Another cry, her body squirmed. God, he wished she was squirming beneath him . Crying out in ecstasy.
Would she ask him to place the torturous things on her again? He smiled at the thought. How would she react to the things he would do to her over the course of the next couple of days? What about the things Voyeur II had planned? She certainly hadn’t found the whippings pleasurable. In fact, they did more to enrage than inflame. He watched her svelte body move—even in her tormented sleep she exuded a sensuality that drove him crazy. Monty had definitely thrown him into an absurd situation.
Yet the pinnacle of this crazy day was when he had finger-fucked her, removing the torturous devices from her nipples as she climaxed. He had stood just outside heaven’s 34
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door. So friggin’ hot for her, his cock almost exploded in his pants. He’d barely escaped the room without embarrassing himself.
It had taken him fifteen minutes to regain his composure and move away from her door, when what he really wanted to do was return and bury his throbbing dick between her thighs.
Next time…if there was a next time, he would fuck her with his cock. Feel her warmth, wetness, her inner muscles contracting around him, pulling him deeper. And he would hold her close, just like the quiet times they had shared in the past. No ! He shook his head adamantly, and then pinched the bridge of his nose. He had to stop thinking like that. He couldn’t allow her to screw with his mind. Pocketing the chain, he leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs. She was beautiful. But then again, so was the deadly celestial spirit flower, commonly called the Death’s Angel on Baccarac, a nearby planet. Its scent, an intoxicating blend of sweet and tart, was a poisonous gas. Hidden beneath a soft layer of fleece were leaves as sharp as a razor and as lethal as rattlesnake venom.
Yeah, that was Chastity Ambrose. On the outside a delectable treat, on the inside destruction waiting to be released.
A sorrowful whimper surfaced from her full lips. She whispered his name between cries. He stood and then just as quickly sat back down. Confusion pulled at his mind. His first thought was to comfort her, but his conscience overrode the basic instinct to go to her. Chagrined, he acknowledged that even in her sleep this woman held power over him.
Her body sunk into the couch as though an invisible weight pushed her down. Immediately, she began to thrash against the constraint. A fist swung out as if she was fighting someone or something. Her face was twisted into a semblance of pain and fear as she clawed the air. Then her mouth parted and a strangled scream ripped from her throat.
Before he could lunge from the chair and reach out to her, she
In a chair across the room, Seth watched Chastity sleep. Restless, she moaned and cried out in pain. Her body arched and he held back the desire to comfort her. Damn those nipple clamps . Someone should’ve told him that they shouldn’t stay on longer than thirty minutes. From his pocket he extracted the menacing contraptions. They looked innocent enough, but then so did Chastity.
Had she ever loved him? Or had she just been one of the other astral-ball bunnies that hounded the players for their fame and fortune? Stardom and money hadn’t meant a lot to her back then, however, it sure seemed to now. Getting her face in front of a camera would help her modeling career…and the money? Hell, he had no idea what she had planned for the money, nor did he care.
Seth tossed the nipple clamps into the air and caught them in his palm. Had she enjoyed the pain? She was aroused. He had seen it in her eyes when he placed the first clip on her nipple. The cloudy look of desire had made him rock-hard. If he had tasted her then, sucked her nipple into erection, there would’ve been no chance in hell that he’d survive attaching the second one without a total meltdown. Another cry, her body squirmed. God, he wished she was squirming beneath him . Crying out in ecstasy.
Would she ask him to place the torturous things on her again? He smiled at the thought. How would she react to the things he would do to her over the course of the next couple of days? What about the things Voyeur II had planned? She certainly hadn’t found the whippings pleasurable. In fact, they did more to enrage than inflame. He watched her svelte body move—even in her tormented sleep she exuded a sensuality that drove him crazy. Monty had definitely thrown him into an absurd situation.
Yet the pinnacle of this crazy day was when he had finger-fucked her, removing the torturous devices from her nipples as she climaxed. He had stood just outside heaven’s 34
The Game
door. So friggin’ hot for her, his cock almost exploded in his pants. He’d barely escaped the room without embarrassing himself.
It had taken him fifteen minutes to regain his composure and move away from her door, when what he really wanted to do was return and bury his throbbing dick between her thighs.
Next time…if there was a next time, he would fuck her with his cock. Feel her warmth, wetness, her inner muscles contracting around him, pulling him deeper. And he would hold her close, just like the quiet times they had shared in the past. No ! He shook his head adamantly, and then pinched the bridge of his nose. He had to stop thinking like that. He couldn’t allow her to screw with his mind. Pocketing the chain, he leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs. She was beautiful. But then again, so was the deadly celestial spirit flower, commonly called the Death’s Angel on Baccarac, a nearby planet. Its scent, an intoxicating blend of sweet and tart, was a poisonous gas. Hidden beneath a soft layer of fleece were leaves as sharp as a razor and as lethal as rattlesnake venom.
Yeah, that was Chastity Ambrose. On the outside a delectable treat, on the inside destruction waiting to be released.
A sorrowful whimper surfaced from her full lips. She whispered his name between cries. He stood and then just as quickly sat back down. Confusion pulled at his mind. His first thought was to comfort her, but his conscience overrode the basic instinct to go to her. Chagrined, he acknowledged that even in her sleep this woman held power over him.
Her body sunk into the couch as though an invisible weight pushed her down. Immediately, she began to thrash against the constraint. A fist swung out as if she was fighting someone or something. Her face was twisted into a semblance of pain and fear as she clawed the air. Then her mouth parted and a strangled scream ripped from her throat.
Before he could lunge from the chair and reach out to her, she
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