CHAPTER THREE
"You're joking," said Tanya in a dull, muted voice. The way Mr. Steele said the words was so matter-of-fact that she almost believed him.
"I never joke," he informed her.
"Your sex slave for a month? You're mad! You're cracked, man, and I don't want anything to do with you!" She tried to stand but strong hands shoved her back to the table. "Let me up!"
"No, my dear, that won't be possible. You said you understood the rules of the game. Apparently you didn't, but that's not my concern. You could have asked when I gave you the chance."
"What were the rules?" Tanya asked, stunned at what was happening to her.
"Very simple. It came down to one man and one woman. The others were out of the game for the month. The winner gets the other's exclusive sexual service for one month."
"You mean if I'd won I would have had you to myself for an entire month?"
"Correct. But," said Mr. Steele, "you lost."
"What about the strip poker part?"
"You wanted to continue after the end of the usual game. That was your decision. You lost again and were the pot for the other gentlemen in the game. I think it was a noble gesture on your part. I can't understand why you're being so uncooperative now."
"You crazy son of a bitch!" roared Tanya, managing to get to her feet. She felt naked, even though she still had on her stockings and garter belt. If anything, wearing only those made her feel even more vulnerable. "I didn't know what I was getting into. No judge in the world would uphold an agreement like that!"
"Judge Martin, here, would." Mr. Steele pointed to one of the other men, who bowed slightly and smiled.
Tanya could hardly understand all that had happened to her. A police chief? A judge? Who were these people? She suddenly wished she hadn't sent Charlie packing like she had. The man would be pissed at her for playing up to Marcus and wouldn't care if she never came by his place again. There wasn't anyone to miss her if they did enslave her for a month.
"All four of you will use me?" she asked in a quaking voice.
"No, only I," said Mr. Steele. "The other's have had their chance for a month. Another game will be convened after your month is up. Of course, if you desire to play again then, you may do so."
One of the men snickered. Tanya couldn't see who it was, but the sound chilled her to the soul. It didn't sound as if any woman used by Mr. Steele for a solid month was ever in condition to come back and demand a rematch.
What was in store for her?
She bolted far the door. Mr. Steele and the others made no effort to stop her. She found out why the instant she opened the door. Marcus stood there, his arms folded across his broad chest. The expression on his face was absolutely neutral. She couldn't tell what the man thought of this weird poker game. She ducked and tried to get around him. One powerful arm circled her waist and hoisted her feet off the floor.
"What's to be done with her, Mr. Steele?"
The way he asked it made Tanya even more frightened. She thought he would obey whether the answer came "Free her" or "Kill her". It didn't seem to matter one way or the other.
"To the limo and to the house. I shall meet you there."
"And Marcus, you and Lucien may amuse yourselves with her on the way. Just don't get into another wreck. It's so hard finding good mechanics to repair a car these days."
"Thank you, Mr. Steele." He turned and walked off. All Tanya could see was where she'd been. She kicked and struggled but the man's grip on her trim waist was too strong to break.
"What are you going to do with me?" she demanded. "I'm not somebody's property. You can't use me like this!"
"You lost fair and square. That's one thing about those games. They are absolutely fair. Everyone has equal chance at one. You lost – and I'm mighty glad. Otherwise I'd never had a chance at a prime piece of pussy like you!"
"Gimme my clothes back!" she cried.
"Not until we get to the house, if then," he said mysteriously. She kicked and bit and fought and it didn't do her a damned bit of good. He was vastly stronger than she was and he wasn't scared shitless.
Tanya twisted around to see a Rolls Royce pull up. This was the car? She'd guessed Mr. Steele was rich, but not this rich. And the Lucien mentioned wasn't the chauffeur but another assistant, idly lounging in the spacious back seat.
"Climb in, with your lovely load, Marcus," he called out. "I'm anxious to get out of here."
"I'm anxious to have this vixen sucking on my cock!" laughed Marcus, "I saw her at the party and knew she was the type to go for the game. She lost."
"Of course, they all lose to Mr. Steele," said Lucien, a brown-haired man in his mid-twenties. His muscles rippled in the dim light cast by the street lights. "He's just too damn good a card player."
"I'm glad we work for him. I don't dig picking up the crumbs – unless the crumb is as foxy as this chick!"
Marcus dumped her unceremoniously onto the carpeted floor. Tanya sat up and glared. Both men smiled down at her.
"I like the outfit," said Lucien. "Skin. And lots of it."
"Don't jive me, man. You like the garter belt and the stockings. You get off on chicks wearing them when you fuck."
"Never could keep any secrets from you, my friend. You're as sharp as Mr. Steele, at times." Tanya didn't see either of them make a signal to the driver, but the car smoothly accelerated away from the curb and raced through the night.
"What do you want out of me?" she demanded, feeling angry and scared. The bravado she displayed was just a facade, to her quivering, frightened inner self.
"Your mouth around my prick," said Marcus, running his zipper down the track. The metallic hissing sounded like a death knell to the scared woman. She saw his cock leap out, racehorse eager. In other circumstances she wouldn't have hesitated a second wrapping her ruby lips around that prick.
It stood tall and proud, the purpled knob on the tip throbbing with virile lust. The veins on the sides pulsed visibly and made the shaft almost too large to get into her mouth.
"Burn in hell," she snapped.
Lucien reached over and gently ran his hands through her hair. When the raven locks were well mingled between his fingers, he jerked hard. She screamed and he pulled her head forward and down into his friend's crotch.
"He said suck, so, you suck. Or it'll be even worse for you."
She had no other choice. That powerful hand held the back of her head so that her lips were just inches away from the shivering pillar of manmeat. She bent forward a little more and ran her tongue over the end of his cock. His hips leaped upward from the seat and rammed the cock into her face.
She almost gagged as the knob of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and shot past her tonsils. Before Tanya realized what was happening, he had buried his prick all the way down her throat.
She was no Linda Lovelace but she knew bow to deep throat a man. But not like this! She hadn't sucked in enough air to live off. The thick stalk of his prick cut off all her oxygen. She started to turn blue and gag when the hand on the back of her head allowed her to get the cock out of her windpipe.
"Suck," came the chilly command.
She had no choice. She sucked.
Tanya usually loved the male muskiness of cock. But not this time. This was forced and she wanted no part of it. All she could do right now was go along with these two men and maybe the tide would turn in her favor later on. Maybe.
Or maybe she could do something about it first. The cold, menacing voice came to her ears, chilling her. "Don't even think of biting his prick off. If you do, death will seem preferable. I know some horrible things to do to little girls who don't obey – and compared to Mr. Steele, I'm a rank amateur."