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buzzer had sounded, followed by a recorded voice informing us we had one hour to prepare for dinner. The organizers were requiring all the contestants to participate in a semi-formal dinner each evening. The gatherings would serve several purposes, including announcements of the current scores and opportunities to accumulate bonus points.
The whole idea of meeting the other competitors over dinner made me nervous as hell. I'd be perfectly happy to go through the whole thing without knowing who our opponents were. That particular bit of information wouldn't change how I played the game. I just wanted to spend the time with Tara.
On the other side of the glass shower doors, she fussed with her hair and makeup, even though she was already perfect.
Finally, I could put it off no longer. I shut the water off and stepped out to dry off. Tara's gaze followed my reflection in the mirror. Satisfaction surged through my cock and I went up behind her. Standing so close the tip brushed against her ass cheek, I waited like a good sub.
A slight tip of her head invited my mouth to her neck and shoulder. I nibbled along the delicate column and she gave little moans in response. She leaned back a bit, bringing her shoulders to my chest, sighing as my arms went around her. God, I could hardly believe she was letting me.
The damn buzzer chose that moment to sound. "All contestants, please be prepared to exit your rooms in ten minutes. Once in the corridor, proceed to your left until you reach the dining room. Repeat…" The digital voice went over the instructions once more.
" Oh, we have to hurry." Tara darted away and into the bedroom.
I took my time dressing so I could watch her shimmy into a silky blue dress. She stepped into her sexy black heels while I buttoned my shirt. Five minutes later we stepped into the corridor and followed the directions toward the dining room.
Just ahead of us, I recognized Jase Duff's bulk moving through the double doors that must lead to our destination. A petite feminine form moved carefully at his side. Apparently he'd found a partner in the contest who fit his preferred victim profile. Guys like him had no shortage of willing prey.
I had to work hard to keep my disgust from showing as more than a scowl. The last thing I needed was to invite Duff 's attention to Tara, or to lose points because I couldn't hold my temper. I kept Tara close and escorted her to the long table in a room of gold and crystal opulence where the other contestants were in the process of finding their seats.
When everyone was seated, a team of white-jacketed waiters flooded into the room. Some delivered plates while others poured wine, and just as suddenly as they 'd appeared, they were gone. Ten adults, including Tara and myself, sat at the big oval table, staring speculatively at one another.
" I might as well start." A big black man with a bald head and a huge grin stood. "I'm Reginald. The rest of you might as well go home." His large mouth opened and deep laughter boomed out like canon shots as he raised his glass, then lowered himself back down.
Duff stood. "I'm sure you all know who I am. This contest is simply a formality, a cash cow for the company. I've already won."
The others simply introduced themselves, without all the bravado and pissing contests. When my turn came, I just stated my name. I wasn 't giving that bunch of half-baked assholes the respect of lifting a glass to them, much less standing. Tara followed my example, thankfully, rather than drawing attention to herself. The less reason Duff had for looking at her, the better, in my opinion.
As if my thought triggered his memory, Duff narrowed his eyes and looked at me closely. "Lucian Bane?" An ugly grin spread across his face. "I remember you, and I owe you. Two of my best subs left because of you and I had to find a new play room."
" That wasn't because of me. It was because you're a mad dog that should have been put down long ago. Your subs left
The whole idea of meeting the other competitors over dinner made me nervous as hell. I'd be perfectly happy to go through the whole thing without knowing who our opponents were. That particular bit of information wouldn't change how I played the game. I just wanted to spend the time with Tara.
On the other side of the glass shower doors, she fussed with her hair and makeup, even though she was already perfect.
Finally, I could put it off no longer. I shut the water off and stepped out to dry off. Tara's gaze followed my reflection in the mirror. Satisfaction surged through my cock and I went up behind her. Standing so close the tip brushed against her ass cheek, I waited like a good sub.
A slight tip of her head invited my mouth to her neck and shoulder. I nibbled along the delicate column and she gave little moans in response. She leaned back a bit, bringing her shoulders to my chest, sighing as my arms went around her. God, I could hardly believe she was letting me.
The damn buzzer chose that moment to sound. "All contestants, please be prepared to exit your rooms in ten minutes. Once in the corridor, proceed to your left until you reach the dining room. Repeat…" The digital voice went over the instructions once more.
" Oh, we have to hurry." Tara darted away and into the bedroom.
I took my time dressing so I could watch her shimmy into a silky blue dress. She stepped into her sexy black heels while I buttoned my shirt. Five minutes later we stepped into the corridor and followed the directions toward the dining room.
Just ahead of us, I recognized Jase Duff's bulk moving through the double doors that must lead to our destination. A petite feminine form moved carefully at his side. Apparently he'd found a partner in the contest who fit his preferred victim profile. Guys like him had no shortage of willing prey.
I had to work hard to keep my disgust from showing as more than a scowl. The last thing I needed was to invite Duff 's attention to Tara, or to lose points because I couldn't hold my temper. I kept Tara close and escorted her to the long table in a room of gold and crystal opulence where the other contestants were in the process of finding their seats.
When everyone was seated, a team of white-jacketed waiters flooded into the room. Some delivered plates while others poured wine, and just as suddenly as they 'd appeared, they were gone. Ten adults, including Tara and myself, sat at the big oval table, staring speculatively at one another.
" I might as well start." A big black man with a bald head and a huge grin stood. "I'm Reginald. The rest of you might as well go home." His large mouth opened and deep laughter boomed out like canon shots as he raised his glass, then lowered himself back down.
Duff stood. "I'm sure you all know who I am. This contest is simply a formality, a cash cow for the company. I've already won."
The others simply introduced themselves, without all the bravado and pissing contests. When my turn came, I just stated my name. I wasn 't giving that bunch of half-baked assholes the respect of lifting a glass to them, much less standing. Tara followed my example, thankfully, rather than drawing attention to herself. The less reason Duff had for looking at her, the better, in my opinion.
As if my thought triggered his memory, Duff narrowed his eyes and looked at me closely. "Lucian Bane?" An ugly grin spread across his face. "I remember you, and I owe you. Two of my best subs left because of you and I had to find a new play room."
" That wasn't because of me. It was because you're a mad dog that should have been put down long ago. Your subs left
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