Play With Me(12)

“Are you wet yet, baby?” Murphy’s question pulled Chase from his ugly thoughts, and his gaze flew to her cunt. The panties wouldn’t last much longer.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Ah ah ah. No talking, remember? I ask simple questions that require no more than a movement of your head. For that you’ve earned your first punishment.” Murphy gave her no time to protest or ponder before he grabbed a nipple and twisted hard.

On the inevitable gasp that tore from Eve, Murphy released the precious bud. A smile quirked at his lips. They definitely had her attention now. The pain at her nipple had instinctively caused her to cant her hips in Murphy’s direction, a movement he might have missed without his camera.

Not being able to see what was coming not only kept her on the edge, it allowed her the freedom to explore something her mind might object to if she knew about it in advance. It was definitely a psychological game, and one his little Eve desperately needed in order to work through some of her barriers.

Murphy went back to his exploration as he caressed every spot of bare flesh available. When his hands were on her thighs and his thumbs perilously close to the edge of her panties, the camera caught the trembling of her bottom lip. God, her pictures would be exquisite.

“Do you know how much I’ve fantasized about this, Eve?” Murphy spoke quietly.

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, and she shook her head.

“You’ve got an incredible body. Perfect for my ropes.” His finger disappeared underneath the black lace, and Chase nearly choked with the need to find out for himself what she felt like. He reached for his dick and pushed down on it, hoping against hope for some relief.

“Oh hell. Hot, slick, and oh so wet.” Murphy crooned while he f*cked his finger in and out of her sweet, sweet *. “Do you want me to stop, sugar?”

Her head moved from side to side in fast, jerky movements. She opened her mouth to speak and slammed it shut at the last minute. Probably remembering she’d been forbidden to speak.

Enjoy that control for now, sweet Eve. Before long you’ll forget all about it and be begging for release.





Chapter Five




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Eve’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at the pleasure storming through her. Murphy’s wicked manipulation of her * drove her fast and hard to the edge of what promised to be an explosion.

She tried to buck her hips to increase the friction, but the ropes she’d momentarily forgotten about restricted her movement. Her pleasure was at the complete mercy of Murphy’s whim. Frustration at his maddeningly slow pace erupted in the form of a series of whimpers.

“I think she likes it.” Murphy’s voice mocked her predicament, and the deep hum of agreement from Chase inflamed everything swirling inside her. Damn them for this. If he’d just angle his finger a little higher and rub her clit…

“Enough.” The harsh command from Chase startled her. But the withdrawal of Murphy’s touch left her breathless and hot. She couldn’t take this teasing any longer. Not after sitting tied for so long with nothing to do but think about everything she couldn’t see. The sound of Chase taking hundreds of pictures, Murphy stirring on the couch, and occasionally someone breathing heavily. Her arms ached, but she’d passed pain and fear a while ago and was left with a constant ache she found oddly comforting. Which of course made no sense at all.

Until Murphy had touched her. In an instant she’d gone up in flames, and the need for their touch became more painful than anything she’d experienced thus far.

“Please,” she whispered, breaking the rules. It didn’t matter. In fact nothing at all mattered other than the two men she knew stood just in front of her. Waiting for what, she had no idea.

“Please what?” Chase’s voice sounded next to her ear. So close his breath caressed her face. Tears sprang to her eyes. He was right here. So close she could smell him. Warm skin with the faintest tang of sweat. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, of licking the side of his neck from shoulder to ear.

“Need—touch.” Even the harsh crack of her voice didn’t faze her. “Please.”

“I could f*ck you now, Eve, couldn’t I?”

“Yes,” she answered with a heavy breath. He could do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop touching her.

“Would you give me anything I wanted? No matter what it was?”

Chase’s question caught her off guard. Her mind warred between answering yes and thinking logically. What if he made her do something truly awful? A fresh stab of fear pierced through the lust swamping her.

“That’s what I thought. You aren’t yet ready to fully submit.” Displaced air brushed her face as she imagined Chase moving away from her. Oh God, no, he couldn’t walk away now.

“I’m sorry—I don’t know—” The stark sound of metal scraping against metal when a zipper was released distracted her from her thoughts. Maybe he’d decided to do it anyway.

“Open your mouth, baby, and suck me.”

For a split second, Eve’s mind reeled. She squeezed her eyes tight behind the blindfold and instinctively obeyed. Smooth, searing-hot flesh slid between her lips, the fat crown of Chase’s cock brushing against her tongue. She moaned at the overwhelming sensation and taste of this man. He felt like steel encased in velvet-soft skin stretched taut. The thought that he ached as much as she did for this did her in.