Play With Me(19)

“I’d like a picture just like this. The pretty girl with sexy shoes bent over with her ass open and ready. I’d stare at a picture like that every night and dream about which hole I wanted to fill first.” He loosened the grip of one hand and a thick finger slid along her slit. “And wet too. Very nice.”

Jesus, he really was going to kill her. Eve fought to stay perfectly still when everything in her brain demanded she move against him. Only one touch of the blunt tip of his finger against her clit and she’d get off and her torture would finally be over. Instead the long digit moved to her entrance and tickled the opening.

“Murphy…please don’t.”

His movements halted. “You don’t want me to touch you today?”

“Of course I do. But I’m going out of my mind. All this teasing. I’ve never—I can’t take it.” Not without going out of her f*cking mind anyway.

“Don’t worry too much, little one. Your wait is almost over.” He released her abruptly and Eve had to grab on to the railing of the bed to keep from toppling over. “I’ll give you a short respite, how’s that?”

Eve nodded. Her vocal cords didn’t want to work. Only her tear ducts seemed in perfect order these last twenty-four hours.

“Stand up, then, and let’s get you tied up.” Her stomach clenched. Not with I’m-scared nerves, but the oh-my-God-I-can’t-wait kind.

She stood on shaky legs and turned to Murphy’s voice. The smile from earlier had disappeared and had been replaced with the serious look of a man ready to work.

“We aren’t doing anything complex today. This client likes to see a girl tied up but doesn’t particularly care about anything too fancy. He’s definitely not a shibari kind of guy.” He lifted the rope and wrapped it around the back of her head. With the two loose ends dangling between her breasts, he lifted her hair and made sure none of it remained trapped underneath.

She’d seen many examples of his work with the incredible art of Japanese rope bondage. He practiced a lot, and more than once he’d called her in to the studio to show off his latest feat. Every single time she’d felt a jolt to her stomach and wished he’d try using her for a model one time.

He got a lot of regular phone calls requesting his services, and the word around the studio was that many submissives offered themselves to him in service on a regular basis. Of course she had no clue how many he took up on their offers. He and Chase remained intensely close-mouthed about any time they spent in their favorite club. Once, she’d gone so far as to call the club to inquire about membership, but to her dismay had learned that not only would she be required to have a sponsor, the fees were far outside her budget.

Murphy’s warm hands brushed underneath her breasts as he twisted the rope under and over them. After one pass, she realized he was making a rope halter that would leave her breasts exposed but tied tightly enough they would bulge a little at the bindings.

“Can you breathe okay like that? I want it to be tight, but I need you to let me know if it’s more than you can bear.” Tight was an understatement.

“I’ll be fine.” At least for now. Lastly he wrapped the rope back around her neck and looped it between her breasts with one final wrap underneath before tying it off in the back. He took a few steps back and admired his work.

“Not bad, if I do say so myself.” He circled around her. “You need one more thing, but we’ll wait till the last minute for that. On your knees, beautiful.”

Her hesitation only lasted a few seconds, but by the dark cloud that suddenly settled across his face…he noticed.

Eve sank to her knees not only because she’d been ordered to, but because she wanted to. A command from him or Chase sent a dark thrill into her hungry soul. She adjusted her feet and legs so that her shoes didn’t affect her comfort. Although her comfort was not of utmost importance at the moment.

Oh no.

Murphy had moved off the small set to a wardrobe and immediately removed his jeans. As he rifled through the clothes hanging inside the cabinet, she was left with the most spectacular view she’d ever seen. His naked backside.

Obviously he went commando or she’d have noticed him removing underwear. The tight shape of his ass nearly made her swallow her tongue. Lean, muscular legs that flexed as he moved caught her eye, and she couldn’t look away. Not even when he pulled a pair of black dress pants over them.


Quickly Eve checked to see if her mouth stood open, because openly drooling would surely embarrass the hell out of her when he caught her. With those powerful legs out of sight, she studied his back and the tattoo that covered it. The tribal markings took up nearly every inch of his back, and the intricate designs mesmerized her with every movement he made. One of these days she’d ask him what they meant. She didn’t know him as well as she’d like, but she knew him enough to know that whatever he’d permanently marked his gorgeous skin with would have meaning.

Unfortunately he dragged a white dress shirt over all those gorgeous muscles and cut off her view. Still she watched him dress, fascinated with the care he took with his appearance. From the perfectly tucked-in shirt, to the rag he grabbed to polish the dress shoes before he slid them on his feet. The man moved with such grace and style, she couldn’t help but be impressed.

Finally he grabbed a jacket and untied bow tie and headed her way.