Separation Games
by CD Reiss
Series: The Games Duet # 2
Release Date: January 3, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
“CD Reiss writes the best erotica I have ever read.”
Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Hacker Series
Synopsis:
The stunning conclusion to the New York Times Bestseller.
Thereβs one, unbreakable rule in the game.
Stay collected. Compartmentalize. Think your next move through. Never let your heart dictate your tactics.
The heart is impulsive.
The heart makes bad decisions.
The heart doesnβt see the long game.
Because the heart may have decided to get Adam back, but when the endgame comes, the heartβs going to be the first thing to break.
Excerpt:
Adam pulled me to the next door to the left. It opened into a small theater with about two dozen red velvet seats with lights at the bases.
βThere was this guy in Marine Park who collected vintage pornography. When he died, one of the clubs uptown took it and preserved it. When all the clubs merged, they reels moved here.β
βWeβre going to watch porn together?β
He guided me down an aisle. βYes.β
βHow adventurous of us.β I smiled at him, flirting.
He smiled back a little, but was reserved in his enthusiasm. We sat in the center.
βNow Iβm sorry I wore pants,β I said.
The lights dimmed to black. I took his hand, and he paused before dropping our entwined fingers in his lap.
βIβm trying to illustrate something. I want to talk. So Iβm glad you wore pants.β
The bullseye countdown appeared. Adam leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and exhaled. They went back to the screen as if all necessary strength had been gathered.
Sheβs blindfolded, arms tied above her. Heβs lashing her.
βThese are from the late sixties,β he said as the picture flickered. There was no sound. βThe stuff here is very real. Thereβs no retouching. Itβs 16mm, so thereβs none of the porny quality of video.β
Heβs wrapping her tits in black tape.
βI see,β I said.
He was right. The frame was raw. The beauty of her submission wasnβt on the film. I didnβt feel as though I was watching something. I felt as though I was witnessing something.
Heβs clamping her nipples until theyβre elongated meat.
βThis is called tit torture,β he said matter-of-factly. βEvery step of this was worked out beforehand. Youβre not seeing the dozen things heβs not doing.β He twisted in his seat to face me. He was backlit, so I couldnβt see his expression. βGive me an adjective. What do you think of it?β
βIs this your thing?β
βAnswer me first.β
I loved him. I wanted him. Iβd get on my knees and submit to him.
βItβs gruesome.β
βItβs not my thing.β He sat back and faced the screen. The light flickered on his face. βThereβs so much more though.β
Heβs putting the business end of a hairbrush in her anus.
Iβve never seen skin that shade of purple.
What is she eating?
In all of them, the submissive may have cried or screamed, but she always came back for more. She kissed the Dominantβs hand or looked at him admiringly. Her lips did a dance of gratitude.
Thank you.
Ten minutes in, I couldnβt hold my questions anymore. βWhy are you showing me this? You donβt want to wrap me in duct tape.β
βSomeone might. I want you to know what it looks like first.β
βAdam Steinbeck!β I stood and put my fists on my hips. βYou fucking shit!β
He crossed his legs, shrugging as if it wasnβt his fault. He just worked here. βWhat?β
βYouβre trying to scare me.β
βIβm trying to inform you.β
βTo hell with this. Iβm going out there right now and getting someone to fuck me with a wooden spoon.β
I stomped down the aisle. He grabbed my arm. I spun around to face him. Behind him, a woman was getting choked, and every time she breathed, the ecstasy on her face was unmistakable.
βLet go of me,β I growled.
βLook at it. You werenβt meant for this.β
But he was? But Serena was? Was I too good? Too weak? Too strong? None of that mattered.
βYou love me. Say it, Adam.β
βIβm keeping the love I have left.β
βWhy canβt you love a submissive?β
βI donβt know.β
βYou canβt love weakness?β I asked.
βI said I donβt know.β
βYouβre unworthy of a woman who would kneel for you?β
βWhat do you want out of me?β
He was hurting me. I jerked my arm away, and he let go.
βI want you to leave me for a reason. A real reason. I left you because I was unhappy. I thought we were incompatible. Youβre leaving me because you asked me to submit to you and I love it. Youβre leaving me because you love me a little but not enough. What is all that? Itβs not a reason.β
βIβm protecting you!β
βYouβre protecting you.β
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About the Author
CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.
She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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