Play With Me (Pleasure Playground) (13 page)

“Why? What’s been holding you back?” Chase asked.

A deep sigh sounded from Eve, compressing her tighter in his arms.

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

“No.” They answered in unison.

Eve pushed and wiggled from their embrace. She moved away from them, and this time they let her go. “A few years ago, my mother got sick. Cancer.”

Murphy’s heart sank at the gravelly, pain-filled sound of her voice.

“My stepfather’s dementia was still in its early stages, but he refused to help her. He claimed his work required more of his attention, and since he was the sole breadwinner in the family, I moved in to help my mom.”

“Nice guy.” Murphy couldn’t resist the jab. Assholes like him were everywhere.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Her hands twisted together in her lap. Likely a subconscious move.

“Why don’t you tell us,” Chase interjected.

“Suffice it to say, my stepdad would definitely not win any awards for parenting or being a husband. My mom was everything that held the family together, and her death changed everything.”

“Changed how?” Murphy had to work at not pulling her into his arms. Eve was a proud woman, and he sensed she needed the little bit of distance at the moment.

“I’d always planned to strike out on my own, find my way in the world, and no sooner did I get out, I was pulled back in again. So when my mom’s cancer took a turn for the worse, I started making plans for the future.” She jumped up from the sofa and strode across the room and back again.

“And?” Chase sounded as impatient as he felt.

“Her last wish was that I take care of Jim. That’s my stepdad. By the time of her death, his Alzheimer’s had progressed to the point he needed a lot more help than I could give. So she made me promise not to leave him, to ensure he was well taken care of.”

“So that’s why you live in the building. You’re taking care of it for him.”

“Yes.”

“That’s an awful lot of responsibility you’ve been carrying around for a while.”

She came within reach on her latest pass of the room, and Murphy jerked her onto his lap. Eve squeaked when she fell. He dropped a kiss on her forehead. Then frowned.

“Where does the money for this building come from? Did your stepfather set up a trust for you before his health declined?”

Eve dug her teeth into her bottom lip. “No, he refused to trust me with his money. He was convinced I couldn’t handle it. Even now on his rare lucid occasions he complains. Now all the money goes to his care.”

“Hence your job here, then.” Chase touched her cheek, and she leaned into his hand.

She was drowning in a sea of responsibility and had chosen them to share her pain. By trusting in them enough to act out her fantasies and needs.

“This half life you’ve been living isn’t much of a life at all. Certainly not the one you need.” Chase tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged her head back until their gazes met.

“Why did you start crying?” Chase questioned her.

Murphy watched the play-by-play between them. The heat they exchanged without even realizing it.

“Tell me.”

“You called me submissive.”

The expression on Chase’s face changed. Nothing overtly obvious, but to someone who’d known him for twenty years it was obvious. The slight flattening of his lips, the shuttered lids, and even the slight flare of his nose.

“You don’t like being called a sub?”

“Chase, I don’t think I’m truly submissive. Yes, I have a lot of kinky fantasies and being tied up gives me a sense of freedom I can’t get any other way, but I like to be in control of my own life. Not following someone else’s will. I’ve done enough of that in my life.”

“And it’s just that simple?”

“Nothing is ever simple. It’s the lesson I keep learning over and over.” The bitterness of that statement filled the room. Something Murphy wanted to take from her.

She squeezed her eyes closed, and Murphy took that moment to rub her thigh. She jerked under his hand. He continued. He liked the idea she was fighting her nature and she needed to get used to his touch. He’d love the opportunity to prove her wrong.

Chase’s hand tightened on her nape as he moved closer, his lips hovering near her ear.

“You fight too much, little one. It’s time for you to do something for yourself for a change.”

“We…uh…I did. I posed for pictures and you and…uh…Murphy…”

“Yes, you did. Was it enough? Are you ready to simply go back to the way things were?”

Murphy traced her thigh to the heat between her legs. Already her panties were damp. He brushed across her mound, and she jerked in his lap. Her lids lifted, and the naked heat in her eyes did him in.

The woman was as willful as they came. Chase bit at her earlobe while Murphy pulled the panties from under her skirt. Little did she know she’d let them in enough for them to figure out exactly what she needed and how far she’d go without getting broken.

This wasn’t how he’d planned to put his proposal to her, but he was nothing if not flexible. This kind of thing was expected with an untrained submissive. The depth to which she wanted to go wasn’t completely clear as of yet, and testing her would be a hell of a lot of fun for them all.

“This doesn’t have to be the end yet. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”

Murphy slid a finger through the folds of her pussy, and the resulting moan from Eve sent a kick to his self-control, reminding him that this woman had more power than she realized. He’d need to tread carefully.

“You really do make the perfect model for me. You are like a lovely lush piece of fruit begging for someone to pluck you from the vine.”

“Is that a nice way to say I’m a desperate fat girl?”

Thwack!

Eve screeched at the abrupt slap across her inner thigh. Chase smiled at Murphy’s quick thinking.

“You don’t want to disrespect us like that again. Do not piss me off, Eve.”

“I’m sorry, I was only kidding.”

“Anything that involves you degrading something I covet or own is not very amusing. I expect I won’t hear something like that come out of your mouth again.”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Yes, what?” Chase knew she’d know what he meant, and now seemed as good a time as any to start reinforcing it. She had no idea how badly he wanted to discipline her for her ridiculous comment.

“Yes, Sir.” He recognized the obvious hesitation and let it go for now. They had plenty of time to keep working on protocols.

“Now as I was saying. The photographs I’ve taken so far represent some of my best work. I’ve had a project in mind for a long time, and this is the first time I’ve come across a model who fits what I’m looking for.”

“But as you pointed out, I’m not a model.”

Chase shook his head. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be going from the willful category and straight into bratty. And bratty subs did not enjoy his brand of punishment.

“The fact you’re not a professional model is what has made you the perfect subject in this case. Despite your insistence that you aren’t submissive, your expressions and movements and even actions speak a totally different story.”

“But—”

Chase covered her mouth with his hand. “Just listen, beautiful. Stop fighting.”

While they’d been talking, Murphy had rubbed the spot he’d smacked, where a perfect red streak had appeared. He’d noticed more than once Eve widening her legs and giving Murphy better access to her cunt.

“You have fantasies. I dare to guess deep, dark ones you’ve never shared with anyone. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“We can help you with those. Give you a safe haven for exploration.”

“And you want to capture that on film?”

“Yes, I do.”

“That sounds kind of… I don’t know. Disconnected.” Her upper body shuddered on the last word. Murphy had gone back to finger fucking her, and his wicked hands were starting to get to her.

“Taking pictures is what I do, Eve. It is how I show the world what I see. It would be an honor to capture your expressions as you experience them.”

Chase bit down on the shell of her ear just hard enough to give her a quick thrill of pain to add to Murphy’s movements.

“What would I have to do?”

“Anything and everything I command. You’d be ours to do with as we please. If you want a safe word, I’ll give you one. Although I’d caution you to use it wisely. Our intent will be to push your boundaries. To test you beyond your normal limits. There is a lot to explore, and everything I’ve seen so far makes me believe you need this too.”

Chase swallowed past the lump forming in his throat. The perfume of her sex filled the room, and the thick wave of lust pushed at his patience.

Eve shivered against him.

“What questions do you have?”

“I’m nervous.” Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. His cock throbbed at the sight. Damn, he wanted to take her mouth. Watch her mouth stretch wide as she worked to make him fit. Not the time. Chase steeled himself against his stray thoughts.

Chase licked across the lobe of her ear. “I’d be worried if you weren’t a little afraid. Try to relax. Let us help you.” He bit his way along her jawline until he was inches away from their mouths touching, their breath mingled.

“Come, Eve, come now.”

Her eyes grew wide and her pert mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. Her body shuddered and jerked against him, every muscle spasming with her release.

Murphy moaned and moved to lap at her slit. When Eve would have jackknifed forward from the extreme pleasure, Chase held her down and made her ride it out while restrained. As much as he wanted to fuck her again, he’d make himself wait until tomorrow night. The buildup from need and anticipation would serve his purposes well.

Spent, Eve collapsed against his chest. Murphy dislodged his fingers and smiled wickedly when he brought three soaking-wet fingers to his mouth. Oh yes, their little submissive wouldn’t live in denial much longer.

Chase brushed the wet hair from her face and lifted her gently. “Murphy is going to take you home tonight. Tomorrow is Saturday and I expect you to get some rest. Drink lots of fluids as well. At midnight, we will pick you up. You can wear whatever you like because you won’t need it for long. Until then, everything else will be a surprise.”

Chase turned her at an angle and cupped her cheek. “Do you understand my instructions?”

“I can’t help but think—”

He gripped her tighter. “That’s your problem right now. You think too much when all you really need to do is obey. Trust us to take care of you.”

Eve nodded.

“Good, now turn around and give me a proper kiss good-bye.”

Eve rushed around her apartment cleaning up the mess she’d made trying to get ready. She’d indulged in every girly ritual she could think of to keep her mind off the nerves. Of course none of that worked. But at least she looked good. She’d fluffed, colored, primped, and even removed every strand of hair from her private parts. That had been the coolest part. Without hair covering her skin, everything seemed more sensitive.

She hadn’t thought to ask if they would mind, but considering every single model she’d ever witnessed had no body hair, she suspected it was one of those expected things.

Since they’d given her complete freedom to wear what she wanted, she’d opted for a simple summer dress. It was light and airy and left her completely accessible. She’d given so much thought to every word Chase had spoken and still couldn’t quite reconcile what they wanted with what she wanted. Sure the sexual aspect of it thrilled her, but anything beyond that seemed frightening—restrictive.

Fortunately, Chase had not mentioned anything beyond another photo project, so she’d taken him at his word and talked herself down every time her mind wandered to something bigger. Looking for anything more was the sure path to a broken heart. Something she’d had enough of.

The knock on the door announced their arrival. Eve threw the last of her rejected clothing into the closet and slammed the door. Just so long as no one looked in there, nothing would be out of place.

Eve yanked open the door and grinned at the sight of Murphy and Chase lingering in her doorway. Both men wore snug jeans that rode low on their hips, but that was where the similarities stopped. Chase had chosen a black T-shirt that did little to hide the defined muscles she now knew resided under his shirt. Murphy, on the other hand, had gone with a royal blue button-down. Already her fingers itched to help him out of it. Eve knew this was the moment to sink or swim. Go for it and deal with the broken heart later when it was over, or back out and always wonder what could have been.

She already knew she was going for it.

They continued to stare at each other for long, charged moments before Eve spoke. “Would you like to come in?” She stepped back and waited for them to enter.

They walked in, filling the space around her. Murphy cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers for a quick kiss. “Nice place. Did you do all this yourself?” He motioned around her apartment.