Midnight Playground (7 page)

“Get her to the bed.” She vaguely heard Chase’s voice in the background. Murphy removed his mouth from her skin, and she cried out in protest.

“Shhh. Trust me, Eve. It’s about to get even better.” He shifted her body and scooped her into his arms, lifting her from the ground. Her legs ached a little, but it seemed unimportant. The music grew louder, and she let the steady beat flow through her. She liked the tune, even though she had no idea what it was.

Murphy laid her on the pretty red silk sheets where she gasped at the cool touch on her flaming-hot skin. She’d grown incredibly sensitive to everything.

“Lie back and raise your arms over your head and grab the hook there.” She listened to Murphy give her instructions, fascinated with the movement of his lush lips. She did as he asked and grabbed on to the smooth, round metal that reminded her of a giant eyehook.

While she’d gotten lost in her thoughts, Murphy had grabbed some more of the strong black rope and now stood over her, wrapping her wrists. It dawned on her that in everything that had gone on thus far, she’d completely forgotten about the rope halter still tied around her body, despite the tight pull she got from it every time she moved. Now she wanted more. She liked the snug, safe feel of it and wondered what her whole body would feel like wrapped up tight by Murphy.

“Spread your legs.” She opened her legs, and cool air brushed against her sex. A new ache bloomed for more of Murphy’s touch. God. He needed to fuck her already.

“Will you fuck me now?” She could hardly wait. Murphy and Chase both laughed as together they shackled her legs with the leather ankle restraints she’d noticed earlier.

“She’s pretty eager.” Chase’s smooth voice flowed over her like warm oil. She wanted to rub him in and keep him forever.

“What’d you expect after we primed her yesterday and then tormented her more today?”

“It’s incredible seeing her like this. I expected more resistance.” All she heard was the modulated tones of Chase’s voice teasing her senses. Resist him? Was he crazy?

“Please fuck me,” she begged. If that’s what they wanted, she’d happily give them that.

“Fuck, Chase. Hurry.”

“Then get out of the way. I only need a few minutes.” Murphy moved out of her sight, and Chase picked up his camera again. “Tell me how you feel, Eve. Show me.”

“Show you how? I can barely move.”

“Then tell me.”

“I need to be fucked. I’m so horny I can’t stand it.”

“I already know that. Tell me something I don’t know.” Chase’s camera clicked away as he spoke to her.

“I—uh—I feel so different.”

“Different how?” Why did he keep grilling her instead of touching her? Tears pricked at the back of her eyes, and she feared she might start crying any minute.

“I don’t know. Just different.”

“C’mon Eve, I know you can do this. I only need a few more pictures. You’re incredible like that. All tied up, dying to be fucked. Does it hurt?”

“No, not exactly.” Did it hurt? No. “It’s like pressure. You’ve taken my ability to move away, yet I feel safer than ever.”

“Why do you trust us?”

Trust? The word hadn’t even entered her consciousness yet.

“I don’t know. What do you want from me, Chase? It’s hard to think straight. All I can think about is Murphy biting my neck again. Or you filling me with your cock. Someone, hurting me.”

Chase froze, lowering his camera. “What did you say?”

Eve racked her brain. What had she said? Chase unhooked the camera from around his neck. He walked around the side of the bed and set the camera down on the table.

“Why do you need this, Eve? If you can tell me that, then I promise to give you everything you want and more.”

“What?”

“Tell me. Don’t think about it. Don’t ask me questions. Tell me.” He wrapped his hand around a breast and stroked across a nipple. Automatically her hands jerked, but they were tied securely to the bed.

“I’m scared, Chase.”

“Scared of what?” He bent to her, his mouth hovering dangerously close to a tight nipple. “You may not know why, but you can trust us. You can’t hold back. You have to give to us everything you need. We demand it. I demand it.”

A tear pooled at the corner of her eye before slowly sliding down the side of her cheek. Chase noticed and shifted his position, his face leaning into hers. He licked at the solitary tear.

“Please, Chase. I have to come. It hurts so much.”

“I thought you wanted to hurt,” he teased. Strong fingers blazed a heated trail to her saturated cunt and delved between the folds. He pushed two inside her, thrusting deep before slowly dragging them back out. Eve watched, mesmerized as he brought those glistening fingers to his mouth. Her thighs clenched painfully while he licked every drop of her juice from his skin.

“She’s ready.” In the blink of an eye, Murphy returned to the bed, already naked. His cock jutted from his hips, long, thick, and weeping at the slit with precum. She was more than willing to go through with this, yet she couldn’t stop the flutter of nerves in her stomach if she tried. He tore at the condom he carried and tossed the foil to the ground. Two seconds later he was sheathed and prodding her entrance with the tip of his shaft. Rubbing it up and down her slit, teasing her.

She groaned, and Chase swallowed her cry with his mouth. Slow and easy he pushed his tongue between her lips and devoured her mouth. Their tongues tangled while Murphy remained at her entrance, only rubbing her. She was certain she was going to combust or explode into a thousand pieces before they ever stopped withholding.

The kiss deepened, and Chase moved his hands everywhere. He grabbed her shoulders; he scratched his nails lightly down her chest and across her tits. The exquisite pleasure of his touch combined with the faint streak of pain he added to his movements flooded her already overloaded mind. His hands wrapped around her waist, and she arched in his direction eager for him to scratch at her back if he wanted. Instead he traveled upward and grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled. Another sharp sting of pain, this one more intense, coursed through her, giving her a thrill she couldn’t get enough of.

It was in that instant Murphy surged inside her to the hilt. She cried out at the next mind-blowing combination of pain and pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate him.

This is what she needed.

To be taken. To be tied and helpless to whatever they wanted. Not what she wanted. To be forced to endure, to accept, to enjoy everything they wanted her to.

“Good God…Eve!” Murphy’s fingers dug into her hips and pressed her into the mattress. Eve suffered such intense arousal it had become painful, and even Murphy’s in and out strokes weren’t enough.

Chase freed her mouth to explore the sensitive skin of her already aching nipples. The occasional lick was nothing in comparison to the near-constant pressure from his teeth.

Please touch me
. She thought the words but that was as far as they got. One flick to her clit and she’d trip and fall over the edge she teetered on. Instead they touched, licked, bit, and fucked everywhere else, ensuring she didn’t come until they were good and ready.

If her hands were free, she’d reach down and save herself from their torture.

Chase released her breasts and pulled back. He attacked the waistband of his jeans, nearly ripping them from his hips. His cock sprang free—thick, long, and hard. Without giving her even a second to say anything, he nudged her mouth open and thrust deep. Eve sucked on him, ecstatic to discover just how needy he’d become. A thrill of satisfaction moved inside her as she lapped the precum leaking from his tip. Salt and man exploded across her taste buds. Greedy for more, she relaxed her throat and took more of him inch by inch.

Eve tried to hold on to control, but Chase would have none of that. He groaned, placed his hands on the side of her head and began a steady rhythm of driving in and out of her mouth. His control. His taking.

Obviously wanting his fair share of attention, Murphy pinched her clit. The bright, brief moment of bliss flared hot inside her. Not enough to get her off, but she sure as hell came close.

She groaned against Chase’s shaft and renewed her efforts to please him to the best of her ability. At the same time she swiveled her hips and contracted her vaginal muscles around Murphy. If she worked hard enough, showed her appreciation enough, then maybe they would finally give in.

Chapter Eight

Eve moaned again, and Chase smiled. “I think she wants us to put her out of her misery.”

“Her misery?” Murphy changed his rhythm and rolled his hips instead of pounding into her. “Try mine. The little minx is trying to milk it out of me.”

“I guess we’ll have to keep teaching her lessons about who’s in control here, then.” Chase tightened his hold on her head. “Look at me, darling.”

Her glassy gaze turned to his, and he waited for the clouds to clear. “Stop thinking about how desperate your need is. It’s our pussy now, and we tell you when you can make it come. We know what you need. Do you understand?”

She blinked and groaned her assent. “If you come before given permission”—he reached down and fingered her clit—“you’ll have to be punished.”

Damn, he enjoyed pushing her. She sucked harder, and he wondered what he’d done to deserve her submission. And it was fucking beautiful. Everything about her was. Every time he fisted a handful of hair and tugged, her eyes opened wide and he grabbed her attention. She hummed her pleasure and wriggled against his fingers.

With each driving thrust of his cock, Eve opened wider, allowing him the deepest access to her mouth. “That’s it, Eve. Show me how much you want to come.”

Her lips firmed around his cock, and the suction she applied increased. With her vigorously working his shaft and the visual of Murphy pounding into her with surprising force, Chase steeled himself for the inevitable loss of control. It was an incredible sight to see Murphy’s cock slick with her juices shuttling in and out of her pink flesh. Every new thrust drew another moan from her, sending an electric current straight up his dick. Need seized Chase in a gut-wrenching grip. He added his own moan to the chorus from Murphy and Eve as they rode their way to bliss. For one fleeting moment he thought about this going on forever.

He released her clit and savored the cry of protest vibrating along his dick. Chase couldn’t hold out much longer. His balls tightened, and cum boiled hot and ready for an orgasm he knew would blow his mind.

“Come, Eve. Come now!” Chase commanded when he felt his cock swell. Not two seconds later he exploded, shooting streams of cum down her throat. Her eyes slid closed and she swallowed him down, not missing a drop.

Murphy shuddered and shouted, “Fucking A!” as he too lost the fight.

When Eve’s orgasm hit, her screams were muffled by his cock still shoved in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back and her face turned serene. The beauty of her pleasure consumed him. A twinge of regret for missing out on her pussy clenching around him flared momentarily. He banked it down and slid from her mouth. He’d have more of her very soon.

Murphy slowly pulled from Eve, removed the condom, and threw it in the trash. Together they sank to the bed, limp and exhausted. Physically Chase was spent, but the turmoil in his mind had increased. They’d finished the photo shoot, and per his instructions it was the end to their scene. So why did his chest ache for more?

He reached for her bound wrists and quickly untied them. The skin was red and slightly chafed. She might have some faint marks the next day, but nothing beyond that. For a few minutes he massaged the tender area, easing the blood flow back to normal. Reluctantly he released her hands, and Eve curled into his embrace, the heat from her body seeping into his weary frame.

Murphy gave him a knowing look as he took up the position against her backside. In a different time or place he might embrace the rightness of this scenario. Instead it brought back memories he didn’t want to revisit. He’d thought sharing a woman with Murphy before on a permanent basis had been an ideal situation. With their friendship and business partnership it made sense. Too bad it hadn’t lasted. Not only had Cynthia attempted to twist their relationship in a power play, she’d done everything in her power to break the friendship he had with Murphy.

Luckily they’d both realized what she was up to and put an end to their ménage before things went too far.

Chase stroked the side of Eve’s face, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them closed. He sensed she was hovering on the edge of consciousness and deep sleep. They’d put her through a lot in the last two days, and her grit impressed him.

She’d been easy enough to work with for a photo shoot, but would she give her submission so willingly without a paycheck attached to it? Honestly, he didn’t doubt her submission, but he’d expected more resistance.

What else would she not fight? He’d had some intense picture ideas lately but had brushed them aside when none of the models seemed to fit what he’d been looking for. Eve, on the other hand… She was the stuff fantasies were made of. Beautiful and curvy, she’d make the perfect retro pinup girl. He’d always had a bit of an obsession with that look. Something to think about, but not exactly what he had in mind at the moment. He wanted to push her submission. To capture the look in her eyes every time he found something new that scared her.

She wasn’t a model, so she didn’t have a lot of experience. Exactly why the photos they’d already taken were his best ever and why she’d be perfect for what he had in mind.

Damn. It was hard not to think about how perfectly she fit between them. His dick stirred at the thought. He’d let her rest for a while, and then he’d have some more fun.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Murphy whispered.

Chase tore his gaze from the sleeping Eve and faced his friend. He knew exactly what he thought. He wanted to keep her. Guilt ripped into Chase. He was more than willing to play with her some more, but anything beyond that was out of the question.

“No, Murph. I’m not.” He lied because he had to. Giving Murphy false hope was out of the question.

The joy in Murphy’s eyes clouded with a dark look. “Well, if you don’t want her, then I’ll keep her.”

Anger moved through Chase before he could consider why. He was not a jealous man, and in fact the thought of photographing the two of them fucking got him half-hard again.

The two of them fucking with him not in the picture just pissed him off.

“We just need to get her out of our system. She’s incredibly responsive to us both, and it’s been a damn long time.”

“You’ve really turned cold.” Murphy didn’t wait for a response. He lifted himself from the bed and headed for the door. “Don’t be an idiot, Chase. You aren’t fooling anyone.”

He watched Murphy doing his best to ignore his friend’s pain. He’d be back. And in the meantime he had a sweet, warm woman in his bed he really wanted to work with. He suspected they’d barely scratched the surface when it came to her rigid control. He needed to explore her triggers. Dig down and find out why she needed to be restrained to let go and see how much further she’d follow them.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Hey, sleepy woman.” She sighed at his voice but didn’t open her eyes. Usually content with one play scene here and there, Chase realized he wanted more from Eve. Whatever this was might not last long, but he could spend some time with her, teach her to overcome her fears, and give them all some memories to last a lifetime.

Sounded simple enough. If he could just get her awake.

“C’mon, beautiful, wake up.”

She stirred restlessly. “I’m awake,” she murmured.

“Uh-huh. Sure you are.” He pressed his lips to hers, reveling in the soft warmth that greeted him. “I have a proposition for you. But first I need something else.”

Chase grabbed her knee and pushed her legs apart, exposing her pussy to his view. The need to be inside her consumed him.

“Chase, what are you doing?”

“I’m still hungry.”

Her lips tilted into a half smile, and her lids opened partially. Where he expected to see annoyance or plain exhaustion, he recognized heat and need mirroring his own.

“I’m curious, though…” He trailed kisses along her jawline until she tilted her head back, giving him full access to her neck. Her sighs of pleasure fueled him on. “I’m wondering why you wanted so badly to be tied up. Why were you so willing to volunteer for this assignment when you had no real experience?”

Eve’s body tensed. It was as if every muscle contracted at the same time, leaving her stiff as a board. Yeah, he’d hit a nerve all right. When she didn’t answer right away, he decided he’d come back to that later if he had to. When her body splayed out for him wasn’t such a distraction.

“I like the way it feels.” Her answer came on a rough whisper. She may have tensed up, but her desire still burned hotly inside. Good. The more she needed, the more likely he’d get the answers he wanted. She hadn’t lied, but there was certainly more to the story.

He trailed his fingers to her chest, where he circled the tightening nipples until they were hard, jutting points. Leaning forward, he licked the irresistible flesh.

One nip and one lick to each breast before he captured one of the tips between his teeth. She arched to him, gasping for breath. Not to bring all the focus on just one, Chase brought his hand to the bare nipple. He twisted and worried it between his fingers in rhythm with his teeth on the other, eliciting a cry from Eve.

“Oh—Chase—more.”

Right then he decided teasing and tormenting his little sub would be his new favorite thing to do. Watching her wiggle and worm around on the bed, trying to find the right friction that would get her off, amused the hell out of him.

“Be still,” he ordered.

For a moment she froze in place before a firm pinch to her nipple got her moving again. “Be still, or I stop.”

That got her attention. She quit wiggling and whimpered her displeasure. She had so much to learn. She also needed to be restrained. He felt it clear to his bones that simply fucking her would give them both pleasure, but not compared to the heights they rose to when she was helpless to comply.

Chase rose to his knees and grabbed a wrist. “Would you feel better if I bound you?”

Her eyes grew wide. She didn’t speak or move her head. Although the flare of her nose, the sharp intake of breath, and the heat in her eyes gave her away. He silently attached one wrist to the headboard with a leather cuff already connected by rope. He pulled the knot taut. Her arm was stretched so she couldn’t move, but not so much she’d be in constant pain.

Out of nowhere Murphy appeared on the other side of the bed. He grabbed her other arm and repeated Chase’s moves.

“More?”

“No, not this time.” Chase settled back on the mattress, this time between the warmth of her legs.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he slid two fingers through her slit. “You’re very wet.” He rimmed her swollen clit a few times before stroking from clit to anus. There he rubbed the tiny hole and watched Eve try to squirm away. “If this is what I want, will you say no?”

“I-I’ve never—”

“Why the hell not?” He left her backside and pushed his fingers deep inside her pussy. Her slick heat gripped him, forcing him deeper.

She struggled against her bonds, gasping for air.

“You’re obviously open-minded and incredibly responsive to everything we’ve tried. How has no one taken you there?”

Still no answer…

He removed his fingers and lifted them to her mouth. “Open.” He was starting to get annoyed by her lack of candor.

Eve shook her head.

With his other hand he tweaked a nipple, twisting until she cried out from the shock of pain. He pushed his fingers inside her mouth. Eve hesitantly stroked her tongue across his fingers, tasting her own juice. Chase’s cock swelled at the sight and sensation of it, and Murphy groaned next to them.

“Aren’t you going to join us?”

“Hell, no. This is too good of a show to miss.” Murphy grasped his already hard cock in a tight fist and pumped.

Chase laughed and returned his attention to Eve. She’d begun to suck on his fingers like she’d done to his cock earlier. The pleasure was like an electric shot straight to his balls.

“I need a condom.”

Murphy opened the bedside table and produced two. He threw one onto the bed and handed him the other. Chase cocked his eyebrow at the one lying on the sheets.

“What? I’m optimistic.”

Chase shook his head and slid his fingers free from Eve. The slight moan of regret she made surprised him. Quickly he ripped into the condom and covered his cock. Eve’s legs were spread wide, and the slight tremble he detected turned him on.

“She’s so needy. Not sure if I should give in yet.” Chase enjoyed the tease but knew damn well that waiting was out of the question. He placed the tip of his shaft at her slit and rubbed her up and down.

“Her pussy is practically begging you, Chase. Do it. Fuck her.” Murphy pumped harder. The sounds of rough flesh on flesh filled the room.

Chase drove forward, taking her in one powerful thrust. Eve’s head tipped back on a long cry, and Murphy moaned in tandem.

Holding still, Chase grabbed her bent legs and pushed them up her sides. In this position her pussy opened wide for deeper contact and she couldn’t move her hips. He began an easy and controlled glide in and out, making sure to hit every nerve ending he could find.

“Chase—Oh God—Murphy!”

Chase laughed. “Well, which one is it?” He paused to wait for her answer.

“No, no, please don’t stop.”

Murphy crawled on the bed. Not close enough to touch, but enough to be clearly in her line of sight. Her eyes bugged wide at the vision of him jerking on his cock harder than she could imagine. She’d yet to experience the full extent of how rough he liked to get.

Chase leaned forward. “Imagine him fucking you like that, sweetheart. The heat and friction from a good hard fucking… You think you’re ready for that?” His words taunted her, yet clearly did not dissuade her.

“Enough of that.” He cupped her chin and brought her gaze to his. “Eyes on me. I’m the one fucking you.”

He began slow, smooth strokes with his cock again, making sure to bump her sweet spot when their bodies met. Her clenching muscles did their level best to suck him deeper each and every time.

She looked him straight in the eye and said, “Harder. Please.”