Play With Me(11)

Without turning from Eve, Chase spoke to Murphy. “Get the chair.”

“As for you.” He lowered his voice and moved close. “I hope you understand what you’re asking for. This goes beyond a few pictures.” He curved around her side and stood behind her. He was close enough to feel her body heat without touching her. The contrast of the black lace of her undergarments against her creamy flesh pleased the eye of the photographer, but the man wanted to rip the offending coverings away.

He opted for a compromise since they had plenty of time to explore. “The camera doesn’t lie, and I have no problem taking you as far as I need to in order to expose the woman underneath. But first, tell me you want this.” Chase unclasped the hooks that held her bra in place and allowed it to drop to the floor. The sexy hitch in her breathing pleased him immensely, even more so when she didn’t object. Pale, freckled skin beckoned him. Her ample breasts would more than fill his hands, but it was the taut, jutting nipples that informed him how much more she needed.

“I want this.”

Without the camera acting as a barrier between them, he couldn’t resist touching her. His hands spanned a good portion of her waist—soft, delicate skin he longed to see abraded by rope. Rich amber hair floated down her back with a scent of lavender and some spice he couldn’t name. But the color drew him like a flame. Every sexual thought he’d had since she’d arrived had something to do with the hue of her hair.

Sinful, decadent thoughts that always led to her begging for more while he captured every expression on film. Reluctantly, he withdrew when Murphy arrived with the black oak chair and rope he’d already laid out. A gentle push on her shoulder was all it took for her to bend her knees and take a cautious seat.

“Sit back and try to relax. You’re going to be in this position for a while.” Chase let Murphy get to work while he retrieved some new lenses. As much as he wanted to photograph her, he also wanted to f*ck her. Or better yet, photograph her while she sucked him off. His cock twitched in his pants on that one. Yeah, he hoped the little minx had it in her, because he planned to stress some of her limits before the day was over.

“Ready,” Murphy called from behind him.

Chase turned and nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight in front of him. Murphy and his Cheshire-smug grin stared back at him.

“Pretty, isn’t she?”

“‘Pretty’ doesn’t do her justice.” Murphy had banded her to the back of the chair from shoulder to hip with the rope crossing horizontally across her body, both above and below her breasts. Her legs splayed open with only a scrap of lace covering what Chase instinctively knew would be heaven on earth. It took every ounce of restraint not to rip the fabric from her and reveal the * he ached for.

Her arms were bound behind the chair as well, and Murphy had gotten creative and added a black silk blindfold. An excellent implement that gave Chase some ideas for how the day would end. He brought the digital camera to his face, being sure to perfect the focus. Although he planned every kind of shot possible today.

“Are you comfortable, Eve?” Chase asked the question while zooming in for a close-up on her mouth. The red gloss she’d covered her lips with struck him as if she were a matador with a red flag and he’d become the charging bull.

She nodded, and Murphy must have read his mind. His finger tapped her lips and instructed her to remain silent. She wouldn’t be permitted to see what was going on around her or speak unless there was an emergency. Deep down, Chase knew Murphy had the heart of a sadist and would one day require a submissive to become his slave.

Minutes stretched into hours while Chase examined every inch of Eve through his lens. By the time they finished this commission, he’d know the canvas of her body better than she did. Now that he’d gotten the basic photographs he wanted from her today, it was time to step things up.


“Grab her hair,” Chase demanded.

Murphy perked up from his seat on the couch and grinned. “All right, party time.” He swiped the black T-shirt he wore over his head and tossed it on the seat. Bare chest, leather pants, and combat-style boots were the perfect look for what Chase had in mind.

The subtle shift in Eve’s mouth and limbs indicated she’d heard their words and was fully alert.

Good.

Murphy clutched a handful of red silk and tugged her head back, baring her throat. For now Murphy knew exactly what to do, and Chase settled back in for the shots. Time for her to be ravished, as she’d so delicately put it earlier. Although what Murphy was about to do to her in no way resembled delicate.

Murphy’s head dipped to the delicious column of her neck, and Chase took up a side angle position to capture her reactions. Murphy nipped at her throat, and a whimper sounded from Eve. Tongue, teeth, and lips devoured her flesh until her breath came in gasping pants. Even Murphy seemed to have forgotten the camera as he followed the trail down to the tight rosy nipples that practically begged to be touched. Or better yet, clamped.

The zipper of Chase’s jeans dug into the skin of his dick as he grew f*cking hard as steel. The job was often a turn-on, but this was ridiculous. His balls swelled and hung heavy between his legs until the photographs were no longer the priority. Every time Murphy bit particularly hard on one of her nipples, she jerked the chair, and his cock moved right along with it.

The marks Murphy left on her skin would photograph beautifully, and Chase knew his client would be immensely pleased. For a second, a vicious moment of protectiveness reared its ugly head inside him. If he claimed her, like he continued to consider, handing over pictures of her would f*cking piss him off.