In the year 2106, erotic reality game shows are all the rage. Add two estranged celebrities on an exclusive BDSM pleasure planet and their explosive reunion rivals Armageddon... Desperate for money, Chastity Ambrose enters a sexually explicit game show known for its unsavory exploits, only to discover that her opponent is the very man she left at the altar two years ago. A man who still fires her blood and does the most deliciously wicked things to her body and mind. While Chastity struggles with long-held secrets and her body's desires, Seth can think of only one thing... Revenge couldn't be sweeter for Seth Allen, as the game show has been rigged to suit him. He wants Chastity to suffer as he has these past two years. Just seeing her again arouses his anger, as well as his passion. But vengeance is bittersweet. Both Chastity and Seth struggle to survive with their hearts intact during this high stakes battle of dominance and submission. Let the games begin!
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from The Game by Mackenzie McKade
"Chastity, if you can last a period of seven days, six nights, under Master Seth's bondage, you will win one hundred million dollars."
Like a statue coming to life, she pivoted on her knee-high leather boots. Panic was evident in her wide eyes and flushed face. "What?"
"For your challenge, you must cater to the needs of Master Seth. You will be given a period of time to learn your role as his slave. You are required to complete each command and task given you. Your endurance and limits will be tested, of course." Monty released a taunting laugh before his voice lowered and he continued, "In the end you must display total submission to your Master." Then he jutted his finger toward the ground. "Now, kneel before him," the game host demanded firmly.
Her gaze whipped from the game show host to him. "Seth?" Her shaky voice reached out to him. Moisture gathered in her sky-blue eyes. Eyes, he had to remember, that had deceived him once before. But never again.
Square-shouldered, he raised his head, refusing to show compassion or leniency. He wasn't here to console her or strike up a new acquaintance. Time for clemency was over. He had waited in vain two years for her explanation. When Monty had mentioned she was appearing on his show, Seth decided to seek his own peace in revenge.
He took a dominant stance, legs parted, hands behind his back. "Kneel before me, wench." Monty's mouth gaped. Even Seth was surprised at the resentment and command in his voice.
Chastity's brows shot up so quickly he expected them to touch her hairline. Then slowly her eyes narrowed and she looked away. Feet planted to the floor. It was clear she would not submit.
"Miss Ambrose, do you refuse the challenge?" Monty asked in a formidable tone. "I'm sure there's a lady out in the audience who would die to be where you are right now, even if there were no prize money." An onslaught of female confirmation rang in Seth's ears.
What would she say? What would she do? She was a proud woman, one that didn't acquiesce easily. He watched her jaw tense, the play in her throat as she swallowed, her chest rising, lifting her breasts.
Without a word she faced him. Her chin raised a fraction, shoulders erect, the gesture of a soldier yielding for the moment, but never considering surrender. To his surprise, she kneeled before him, head bowed, as if waiting for the axe to fall.
Triumph sparked in Monty's eyes. Triumph Seth should've felt.
But all he could think of was grabbing her by the arms and shaking her, before leading her from this mockery and making love to her all night long. No, not love, never love again. Just fucking her mouth and pussy until she screamed and begged him to take her back. Then he'd walk out on her without ever looking back.
Monty nodded and the servant boy rushed to Seth, bowed and handed him the collar and leash. Seth felt Chastity tremble when he fastened the cool leather around her slender neck. Funny, for two years he had thought of getting his hands around her neck. Now he could only think about ensuring the collar wasn't too tight.
Next the boy handed him the handcuffs and hurried from the stage.
Pinching her chin, Seth jerked her head up until their gazes met. A shadow crossed her eyes with an array of emotions he refused to comprehend. He helped her to stand. Seth grasped her arms and brought her hands before her, then clasped the handcuffs on her wrists. The expression on her face was priceless. Her blue eyes darted from him to the handcuffs and then back to him. But now there was fire in the depths of her gaze. Chastity was furious. She actually had the unmitigated gall to be angry.
Oh, I'll give you something to be angry about. He reached out and twisted her nipple hard enough to force a gasp from her taut lips. Her reaction was immediate. Fingers interwoven, she uppercut her cuffed hands, aiming straight for his groin. Anticipating her response, he hastened aside. The momentum of her attack threw her forward. She twisted in midair, trying to regain her footing but continuing to 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 pillowy satin 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.
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.
He 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 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.