End Game (The Game Series) (5 page)

Chapter Twelve

Joey le
d her down the stairs and to a room at the back of the house. It had big double doors which Joey opened dramatically, pushing her forward with the hand he held to her back. Despite herself, her eyes widened. The room was huge and the whole of the wall facing her was floor to ceiling glass, giving a view of the gardens to the rear of the house. The wall to the left was home to an enormous fish tank, built into the wall, in which she could see an array of tropical fish swimming around. In the center of the room was a round poker table around which all of Sergei’s guests were seated. Sergei himself was sitting off to the side in a large, overstuffed, black leather chair.

Standing up
, he came over to her. “And here, gentlemen, as promised, is your prize.”

Tara could feel all the eyes in the room turn to her and she could almost feel their gazes against her skin, stripping her bare.
The dress she had been told to wear was one of her least favorite and she had only ever worn it once. It was black and floor length with two slits at the front going right up to her waist which meant that every time she moved, the guests could see far more than she wanted them to. . The top consisted of little more than two straps of fabric attached to the front and back of the waistband of the skirt and which barely contained her breasts. She felt totally exposed, which she knew was exactly the point.

“Now, before we start
, you’ve all been made aware of the rules. Winner goes first.” He smiled at the laughing and backslapping this comment brought around the table. “But, so you know what you are playing for, you all get to have a look at the goods before we start.” He stepped aside. “If you would, Joey.”

She felt Joey step up behind her
, and before she could react he had sliced through the straps of her dress with a knife, allowing them to fall away leaving her breasts exposed. Taking her wrists in his hands, he stopped her from raising them to cover herself. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to imagine herself in a different place, anywhere but here, while the men ogled her.

After a minute Joey released her wrists and she was allowed to pick up the bit
s of fabric from where they had fallen and hold them over herself.

“Now you know what you are playing for
, gentlemen. Let the game begin,” Sergei said with a flourish. “You can go back to your room now. Rest, you’re going to need all your energy later.” He laughed then, along with all the others in the room, and the sound stayed with her as Joey escorted her back upstairs.

She’d expected him to leave and close the door behind him but he didn’t. Instead he followed her into the room. “What do you want Joey?”

He smiled. “What do you think I want? What everyone else gets.” He stepped towards her.

“Don’t come any closer
.” She took a step back. “Sergei will kill you if he finds out.” He just grinned. “I don’t think he will somehow.”

“You’ll have to make me and believe me I’ll fight you. Sergei doesn’t want me damaged before the game.” She was clutching at straws now. She’d always known that Joey had wanted her but he’d always been too wary of actually doing anything about it while she was still in favor.

“You know. I could help you.” This stilled her.

“What do you mean help me?”

“I can’t help you escape before you get too excited but I can take you to have a look round Anna’s room. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Anna. Her name was Anna.
She didn’t dare speak and just nodded.

“But if I’m going to do that for you, you need to do something for me.” He was right in front of her now and taking her hands from where they still held up the front of her dress, he pulled them away. The fabric no longer held up again fell away, leaving her exposed.

Was it worth it?
Of course it was. She was going to be passed around later anyway so she may as well try and get something out of it.

Standing still she made no effort to cover herself up. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that and, with a leer, dropped his head to her breasts and started sucking her nipples in turn.
Tara stood stock still as he licked and sucked at each of them, squeezing them together with his hands.

Reaching behind her, he pulled down the zipper at the back of her waistband and let the rest of the dress fall to the floor.
Taking a step back he looked at her. “So this is what all the fuss is about.” He leered. Without taking his eyes off her he reached down and undid his belt and unzipped his pants dropping them to the floor with his shorts and stepping out of them. Taking his cock in his right hand he put his left one on her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees in front of him. She felt his hand on the back of her head as it pulled her toward him and the tip of his cock as he pushed it between her lips.

“Don’t even think of biting me, just suck and enjoy.” His cock was huge and as he pushed it into her mouth she felt herself gag. He didn’t seem to notice though, groaning and he thrust it in and out of her mouth. He held her head with both hands now, one on each side, as he fucked her mouth
, holding her tight so she couldn’t pull away.

Abruptly he pulled out and grabbed her under one arm pulling her to her feet. “Turn around and bend over.” He instructed. Doing as she was told she turned around to face the bed and bent over, holding herself up with her hands. She felt him move to stand behind her and then the tug as he pulled her panties down over her hips and to the floor.
“Spread your legs.” He barked. She stepped her feet apart, exposing herself to him fully. “That’s better.” She heard him drop to his knees and then felt his hot breath on her pussy. “I’ve been wanting to taste this for years.” Taking her by the hips, she felt him bury his face between her thighs, his tongue hot and wet as it licked her. He moaned as he lapped, clearly enjoying himself.

Knowing this was something she had to bear, she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as she heard him stand up and then felt the tip of his cock pressing against her. She heard him spit on his hand to lubricate himself and then felt him push himself into her
, slowly at first and then faster, panting with each stroke.

The sting of the slap on her ass shocked her and made her cry out, much to his delight.

“Take your punishment, whore,” he told her as he slapped her again, harder this time. This seemed to excite him further and grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her up toward him so that she was almost standing upright. With one arm around her waist, holding her close, he reached round with the other hand and grabbed her breast. Pinching the nipple hard, he bit down on her neck while he buried his cock into her as far as it would go, almost lifting her feet off the floor.

Abruptly pulling himself out, he told her to lie on the bed, on her back. Straddling her chest, he took his cock in his hand and started masturbating
with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other. Almost immediately he cried out, throwing his head back, as he came all over her face and chest.

“Go and clean yourself up.” He gasped as he got off her and lay on the bed, catching his breath.

Tara almost ran to the bathroom and, desperate to get clean, immediately jumped into the shower, turning the water on as hot as it would go. Scrubbing at herself with soap, she desperately tried to wash him off of her, to remove any trace of him.

After a few minutes she wrapped herself in a robe and walked back into the bedroom.

“Just give me a couple of minutes to get dressed,” she told him, grabbing some fresh clothes from the wardrobe.

“Before what?”
he asked, smirking at her. While she’d been in the shower he’d gotten his own clothes back on and was now standing by the door.

“Before you take me to Anna’s room.”

“Oh, that. Sorry. More than my job’s worth,” he laughed.

“No! We had a deal!” Tara cried.

“You should know better than that, Tara. Desperation has obviously addled your brain.” He turned to leave. “Now get yourself ready. It’ll be show time soon.” Still laughing to himself, he left the room, so pleased with himself that he forget to lock it.

Tara didn’t notice though as she stood for a
moment staring at the closed door, so caught up was she in her own thoughts. He was right. She should have known better, but she was so desperate for something, anything, as far has her daughter was concerned that she’d forgotten who she was dealing with. Not bothering to get changed she curled up on the bed and buried her head in the pillow. It was time. She’d tried everything. She could do no more. The end had come.

Chapter Thirteen

Anna
was not happy at all. Trust her to fall over and break her wrist. Even if she couldn’t ski, though, it didn’t seem fair that she had to come home while the rest of her class got to carry on enjoying themselves.

She’d been adamant that she didn’t want them contact
ing her father. There was no need. Monika had come along as a parent chaperone and she was the adult that she lived with. If her dad found out he wouldn’t care anyway, probably wouldn’t even bother coming to see if she was okay.

She’d stared sulkily out of the car window as they’d driven home from the airport. They’d flown into Bournemouth Airport so it wasn’t a long drive
. She was still angry at cutting her trip short, and she and Monika hadn’t spoken all the way home. The silence was broken as the car turned into the driveway. “Whose are all those cars?” she asked, turning to Monika.

“I have no idea. Your father must be here with some of his friends.”

“Oh, great. Fantastic.” She pulled a face.

Monika smiled at her and, taking one hand from the wheel squeezed her knee. “It’s ok
ay, sweetie. He won’t be here for long, I’m sure.”

Anna
tried to smile at her, but it was hard. It was nice when it was just the two of them. When her dad came to visit the tension was horrible. She didn’t know why he bothered. He had no real interest in her and she knew that he never had.

When she was younger
, she’d wanted his attention, struggled to understand why she never saw him from one month to the next. As she’d gotten older, she’d understood that she just wasn’t important to him. She didn’t really
matter.

When he was around
, he just seemed to delight in criticizing her and making her feel small if she didn’t do well enough at school. He had never once told her that she’d done a good job of anything, and she much preferred when they didn’t speak at all.

And the way he spoke to Monika really upset her. Monika had been with her since the day she was born, was like a mother to her, and she loved her dearly.

The fact that she wasn’t her mother had never been hidden from her. When she was about five years old, Monika had sat her down and told her about her mother, how she was the love of her dad’s life and that though the doctors had done everything they could to save her, she had died giving birth to her.

She’d tried to talk to her dad about it a few times but he’d refused to answer any questions and now she accepted that she would never know anything about her other than what Monika told her.

Getting out of the car, she walked up to the front door and let herself into the house. She could hear voices coming from her dad’s sitting room and, not wanting to interrupt, headed straight upstairs to her room. Monika would let him know they were home and she was sure that he would come up and interrogate her when he had a minute.

Walking over to her stereo which was on a shelf on her bedroom wall
, she was just about to hit the power button when a noise made her hand pause in midair.
What was that?
She tried to slow her breathing and strained her ears.
There it was again!
Leaning forward she placed her ear against the wall.

There was no doubt about it, someone was crying in the next room, the guest room. Listening for a minute Anna could tell that the cries were that of a woman and she seemed really upset. Anna was torn. Should she just ignore it and pretend she had never heard it? But someone sounded really upset in there.
Don’t get involved. You know you’ll get hell for it!
she told herself. She was just reaching for the knob when the crying seemed to get louder. No, she couldn’t just ignore it.

Opening her door slightly to check there was no one outside
, she crept out and along the corridor to the guest room door. With a gentle knock, and not waiting for an answer, she gently pushed the door open.

The woman curled up on the bed had her back to her with her face pressed into a pillow. Her shoulders were shaking from the sobs that were wracking her body and Anna immediately wanted to rush in and comfort her. Closing the door gently behind her
, the woman stiffened as soon as she heard the click as she pushed it shut.

“Back again for more?”
the woman hissed.

Anna wasn’t sure what to say. “Are you ok
ay?” she whispered.

The woman on the bed immediately sat up and whirled round, staring at her with a shocked look on her face. She was staring at her with such intensity that Anna felt slightly uncomfortable.

“Ah..er..I heard you crying,” she offered as she fidgeted nervously with her hands. “Are you all right?”

The woman wiped the tears from her face with her hands and stood up, fully facing Anna now.

“Yes. Yes, I’m fine. Are you…Anna?”

Anna smiled. “Yes! Are you a friend of my dad’s?”

The woman came towards her now and stood directly in front of her.

“I’m Tara.”

“Well, I’m pleased to meet you Tara. Are you sure you’re okay? You sounded really upset.”

“I am now.” She replied cryptically. What did
that
mean?

Before she had the chance to ask
, the bedroom door was suddenly flung open with such force that it smashed into the wall behind it. Standing there was her dad, in a rage.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”
he bellowed at her, scaring her. She’d seen him angry, but never anything like this. “Get out of this room this instant!”

“I’m sorry
, Dad! I just heard her crying and wanted to make sure she was okay!”

His face was almost purple now as he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door.

“Dad, stop it! That hurts!” She tried to pull her arm free but his grip was much too tight.

“Let her go. Right now.” Anna looked back and forth between her dad and Tara and was left in no doubt that they were not
, in fact, friends. If anything, the hatred between them was palpable.

“Mind your own business. I’ll be back to deal with you later
,” he growled at her before pulling Anna out of the room and shutting and locking the door behind him. Propelling her into her own room, he shouted at her.

“Stay here and do not move. I’m going downstairs to see off my guests and then I’ll be back up to talk to you. Clear?”

Nodding, she was just glad to see him leave her room. He had scared her.

***

She was shaking. Trembling all over, but smiling. She’d actually seen her! She was even more beautiful than she’d imagined.

When she’d turned to find Anna
standing in her room, the effect was as if she’d been completely winded. She’d been unable to catch her breath at first, stunned into silence. She hadn’t been prepared, and the effect on her was visceral.

She’d known who she was immediately
, of course. Even if she hadn’t seen the photos that Sergei had sent, she would have recognized her. There was no mistaking the family resemblance. She had no idea how long she’d stood starting at her, drinking her in. To be in the same room as the daughter she’d lost fourteen years ago was her greatest wish come true.

That she had no idea who Tara was was clear.
She should have told her!
No. It would have been the wrong thing to do. She was an innocent child caught up in the games of her father. She would not be the one to destroy everything she believed in. She was just happy that she’d had a chance to see her before she paid the ultimate price.

Sergei may have to delay her punishment now, she realized that, but she knew that it would not change it.
But it didn’t matter anymore. She had done what she came to do.