Play With Me(20)

“Enjoy the show?” His lips twitched.

“Yes, I did.”

“Probably not as much as I enjoyed mine.” Before she could respond, the studio door opened and a slice of bright sunshine cut through the darkened room. Chase walked in with two cameras wrapped around his neck and a manila folder in his hand.

“Looks like the two of you are about ready. Thought you might like to see these before we got started.” He walked straight to her and offered her the packet he carried.

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 * 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. 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 f*cking 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.”