Play With Me (Pleasure Playground) (9 page)

Eve accepted the file and opened it. Nothing could have prepared her for the image. Stark, real, beautiful, lust—so many words popped into her mind as she sifted through them. Chase was a genius with a camera. Never in her life had she looked like this.

“Oh my God, Chase. These are unbelievable. How did you do this? How did you make me look so…” Tears of joy sprang in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

Chase knelt in front of her, letting his camera fall to his chest. He stroked his thumbs across her face and wiped away the moisture. “Beautiful.”

The simple word sparked a tumultuous wave of overwhelming emotion. She threw her arms around his neck and jumped into his lap. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She peppered his neck with kisses, marveling at the warmth and gratitude she felt for him.

“I guess she likes them.”

Eve turned and stared at Murphy. “Like them? I love them. I’m amazed. I knew how exceptional your photos were, but these…” She had no words for how incredible they made her feel.

“I’m glad you like them.” Chase placed her back on her knees. “Now we need to finish. You ready?”

Eve nodded. Nerves erupted in her stomach at the last look Chase gave her before turning away. Somehow in that one glance he managed to convey so much heat she nearly burned up from it. The newly formed lump in her throat prevented her from speaking, which was probably just as well. There was nothing important to be said at this point.

The three of them had a job to do. Something that would lead her into a path of temptation that would surely drive her crazy if she wasn’t careful. As long as it wasn’t her heart involved, she’d be fine.

Eve squeezed her eyes tight against the thought. Those were not ideas she’d allow herself to entertain. No more heartache. She couldn’t get involved beyond this photo shoot. She had responsibilities that required her full attention, and being distracted temporarily was one thing. Beginning to think she might want a longer-term submissive role with either Chase or Murphy was such a bad idea.

“Open your eyes, darling.” Murphy moved to the velvet love seat she knelt next to and took a seat a few inches out of sight behind her. Didn’t change the fact that his energy stirred the air around them. If her pussy wasn’t already soaked in anticipation from the day before, it sure as hell was now.

His knee touched her back, and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted so much right now, her body pulsed with it. Eve tracked Chase’s movements across the room as he flipped on the built-in stereo controls. Sharp music with an industrial background filled the studio.

“Don’t focus on the music. Let the beat be the background as you pay attention to me and my directions.” Murphy’s breath brushed through her hair, so close to her ear. A shudder raced down her spine. “Eyes on Chase, but it’s my voice that will command you today. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir.” The dynamic from yesterday had definitely changed. Already the power from Murphy enveloped her in a tight embrace she desperately craved. Then Chase was squatting a few feet in front of her, his camera already covering his face, waiting for the perfect shot.

A warm hand cupped her breast. Eve sighed and arched her back into the touch. Chase could take all the pictures he wanted. She didn’t care as long as Murphy didn’t stop.
God, please don’t let him stop. Have to have more
. Her breath came in small pants, her mouth opening for air.

“That’s it, baby. Show Chase how much you love my touch.” Two fingers closed around her already beaded nipple and began a slow and steady squeeze. The pressure arced through her, shooting streaks of pleasure to every limb. Even when the pressure became painful, it wasn’t enough.

“More.” A low chuckle sounded from behind her.

“Don’t worry, little girl. You are going to get so much more today.”

Suddenly the sweet ache at her nipple turned to a fiery pinch. She gasped and whimpered, her mind registering the intense pain and ordering her to stop it. Her hands moved to fix it.

“Don’t you fucking move.” Taken aback by the harsh command from Murphy, Eve froze.

He encircled her throat with one hand and gently squeezed, all the while his fingers tightened on that same nipple. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she fought to keep herself under control. When she didn’t think she could hold her position one second longer, Murphy released her nipple, and the sharp pain worsened as blood rushed back into the tip.
Jesus H. Christ.

Arousal spiked in her clit. Juices trickled between her thighs. Eve wiggled her ass, her only goal to create more friction between her legs.

“Stop.” Murphy’s hand tightened on her neck. She froze. A sliver of fear broke through the need building in her cunt. “Another move like that and you’ll find yourself strung up to the ceiling with my belt burning your pretty little flesh.”

Eve took the threat with the seriousness in which it had been delivered. For whatever reason the Dom voice had taken over, and she didn’t doubt a word Murphy spoke. She hated the fact she couldn’t see his eyes. Would she find anger? Or maybe lust. God she needed to see him.

For a brief second she noticed the camera practically in her face as Chase moved around her. Until Murphy yanked her toward him, and her back arched across his knees. He’d not released his grip, but she trusted he would know if she had trouble breathing. As it was, she was only able to take short, shallow breaths with that much pressure on her windpipe.

“Don’t be a bad girl, Eve. As much fun as it would be to punish you, I have better ideas for what we can do with our time. Don’t you?”

Fuck yeah
. She could reach for her clit and with one stroke get herself off. That’s how on edge they had her.

“I can see the wheels turning in there. Is your pussy aching to be touched? I know my dick is rock hard and throbbing to be inside you.” Eve’s mouth watered. She’d loved giving head yesterday and would gladly take a cock in her mouth again if that’s what he wanted. Anything he wanted, she would do.

Please
. She mouthed the word but didn’t have enough breath to be heard. Murphy bent closer until his lips barely touched hers.

“I know. Me too.” His lips crashed down on hers, his fingers loosening their hold around her windpipe. She opened her mouth and his tongue dived in, seeking hers. The urgent pressure of the kiss tore through her, stealing what little air she had left. This was no sweet kiss. No, it had become a taking in every sense of the word. All teeth, lips, and tongue fighting for dominance. Eve kissed him back, her body going crazy for more of this man. She’d never forget this kiss in a million years.

The moment he released his grip on her throat, she wanted to cry out for him to not stop. It dawned on her that she hadn’t been frightened at all. She’d been excited and more aroused than she’d ever remembered.

Finally, his mouth released her, and they sat immobile for a few minutes, simply staring at each other. They both breathed heavily, and the rush of power swirling around her offered a sense of possession. Maybe even owned, if only in that brief moment in time. With her head resting on his thighs, she wanted to melt into him. To be a part of everything he needed in that moment. The here and now meant everything to her.

“Spread your knees.”

She quickly complied and spread them as wide as she could without breaking eye contact. The music trembled through her system, and the faint clicking of the camera sounded in the back of her mind. Chase wasn’t forgotten, but instead of being nervous or afraid of his camera, she wanted him to see her like this. To capture this extreme moment of pride and pleasure she felt.

Murphy’s hand traced her collarbone from one side to the other, a light teasing motion that bordered on tickling. Goose bumps rose on her skin, and he grinned down at her.

“I like you like this. All soft and open. Willing. That’s the word I’d call it. Are you willing, Eve?”

“Yes, Sir.” She bit her bottom lip to control the wide smile threatening to break out. He trailed his fingers to her breasts, but maintained the featherlight touch. She ached for a heavy hand, but he was in control and she was here to simply please him.

He skimmed farther down her torso, where he circled and dipped a fingertip into her belly button.

“God, do you have any idea how delicious these curves look?” A jolt streaked through her stomach then. A silly reminder that she needed to be careful here. If she gave herself fully to these men, she might not make it back. She couldn’t afford to lose herself. She had to hold on to a piece of control.

A strong finger slipped between the folds of her sex, only glancing across her swollen bud. Her body jerked, and she gasped from the fleeting pleasure. Already he’d moved on to the opening where he teased and circled. Eve canted her hips, eager for him to dip inside. To fuck her with his finger like he wanted to with his dick.

The sudden image of him thrusting in and out of her aching sex proved her undoing. She whimpered with the need of it. Instead, his fingers spread her lips wide and the clicking of the damned camera sounded nonstop. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—tear her eyes from Murphy, but every instinct warned that Chase was documenting every curve and fold more thoroughly than any doctor ever had.

Unbidden, a giggle slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

“You finding this funny?”

“He’s taking close-ups, isn’t he?”

Murphy smiled wickedly at her. “Maybe.”

She should have laughed, but despite the curve of his luscious mouth, the serious heat shining in his eyes clogged her throat and made her think of sex again. Fuck the camera. Someone needed to fuck
her
already.

“I need to come, Sir.”

“I know you do.” That wasn’t the response she’d been hoping for. Although he did stop holding her open and went back to massaging the tender skin of her pussy.

He rubbed harder, and the friction heated her through. Her brain fogged up, and she didn’t have clear thoughts anymore. “It’s not time for you to come yet, little girl. You’re still holding back. Tell me why?”

Eve tried to focus on his question, but she couldn’t. Every thought and impulse in her body was centered on her needy clit and her pulse beating through it. She pushed her hips against his hand and wiggled her bottom. He rubbed harder but remained firmly away from the one spot she wanted. Her cries of frustration filled the room, and Murphy only smiled down at her.

“No matter how hard you try, you won’t come until I tell you to. I will control everything today, not you. Feel that. Think about it. Let it wrap around you like a warm blanket.” His fingers slipped a few inches higher, and she nearly exploded when they finally hit the place she needed them to be.

Lightning quick, her body tensed for the oncoming orgasm. He rubbed harder. “You will not come yet, Eve. I have not given permission.”

“What? Oh no. Please, Murphy, Sir. I can’t hold it back. Please let me.”

“No,” he commanded loudly. Still he rubbed even stronger. No way would she be able to stop the inferno raging through her.

“I’m going to come. Please—Oh God—I can’t—Stop!”

Murphy stopped rubbing and grabbed her clit in a vise-tight grip between two fingers. Sudden pain sliced through her. Her release froze, teetering on a cliff. “Pinch your nipple,” he ordered.

Eve grabbed the opposite nipple from the tender one he’d worked before and squeezed.

“Oh c’mon, be serious. I said pinch it.”

She pressed harder.

“More.”

Again she increased the pressure until the combination of pain between clit and nipple rivaled each other. When the pain reached the crescendo of her tolerance, something odd happened. Her mind went into overdrive, everything fell away, and a cloud of softness settled over her.

She floated on the edges of her mind. No longer in any pain.
Safe
. That’s the word she was looking for. A comfortable, happy safeness she’d never felt before.

“There you go. So beautiful. Such joy on your face. Even better than an orgasm.” Eve didn’t know what was going on, but she still wanted more. She needed Murphy to keep going. As if he’d read her mind, he bent his head to her skin and bit into her flesh. Little sharp bites on her neck that sent her soaring even further.

“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.