Free The Game by MacKenzie McKade

to face anything. Well, almost anything, she amended as she saw Seth and Tor enter the gardens. Stepping behind a statue, she withdrew from sight. Deep in conversation, the two hadn’t noticed her. She breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time today she actually felt relaxed. Now if she could just avoid Seth for the next six days, not to mention nights, she’d be okay.
    Yeah, right .
    Appreciatively, she gazed at her surroundings. The interior courtyard was a place of beauty. From her position she inhaled the profusion of flowers and vines—hibiscus, bougainvillea, gardenias and a variety of other plants she had never seen before, bloomed and sweetened the air.
    Only when the men turned a corner and disappeared behind a building did Chastity step out from her hiding place, pivot, and run smack-dab into Passion Flower.
    “ Jesus !” she cried out in surprise. “Where did you come from?”
    The calm, unruffled woman smiled and said, “Slave Chastity, it is time for your lessons to begin.”

    Shoulder to shoulder, Seth walked with Tor toward the main structure of the compound, an elaborate edifice formed by a series of rounded arches, a tall, vaulted roof and shingles that looked like slabs of gold. In the sunlight the roofing glistened, 41
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    creating a halo effect of glowing amber. Several smaller replicas surrounded the huge building, emphasizing its grandeur.
    As they stepped through an archway, Tor asked, “I trust that your experience in Zygoman has been pleasurable so far?” A knowing grin and a twinkle in the man’s eyes revealed he already knew the answer.
    Zygoman was every man’s fantasy. Sex and more sex, as far as the eye could see. Couples and multiple partners engaging in various sexual acts actually littered the walkway. He counted four interludes in the garden alone. One in particular had caught his eye, two women at play. A voluminous blonde was diving into an equally luscious brunette’s thighs. As the brunette’s hips thrust, he watched with appreciation as the blonde’s heavy breasts swayed in rhythm. The globes begged to be fondled and sucked. The woman receiving the tonguing was in the throes of passion, twisting her own nipples, her back arched, screaming in ecstasy. As she moved faster, the blonde’s breasts jerked back and forth. It took a great deal of willpower not to join them. Yet he couldn’t imagine any sexual pleasures here that didn’t include Chastity.
    “I’m enjoying myself very much,” Seth said, remembering the beauty that had thoroughly massaged his body. Paying special attention to his cock, her oily hands had slid up and down his length, massaging the sensitive tip until he couldn’t hold back, his seed spilling into her palms. Then the woman, slave Marcy, had slipped a finger into her mouth, closed her eyes and moaned, tasting his essence. The only problem was that the whole time she had stroked him, all he could think about was Chastity’s mouth on him instead.
    “I’m especially good at mouth massages.” Desire had flashed in slave Marcy’s emerald eyes as she gazed up at him through feathered lashes. “If your slave does not satisfy you, Master Seth, I will be available for purchase at the slave auction.”
    Tempting. But Chastity had always satisfied him, body and soul. For her, he had been willing to give up his bachelorhood, retire from a job he loved and focus on family and home.
    A sting of regret pricked him.
    Dreams lost.
    A woman’s scream tore Seth out of his personal pity party. He tensed, scanning the multiple doors before him. Another scream. His adrenaline surged as he darted toward the third door on the left. A strong hand stopped him from bursting in.
    “Master Seth, Terrance and Shawn are in lesson.”
    Seth couldn’t believe the calm exterior of the man before him. He attempted to push pass the brawny Viking, but was held tight. “They’re hurting her.”
    Tor smiled. “Yes, and she’s loving every minute of it.