Play With Me(21)

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 * aching to be touched? I know my dick is rock hard and throbbing.” 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 cunt, only glancing across her clit. Her body jerked, and she gasped from the 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 f*ck her with his finger like he wanted to with his dick.

The sudden image of his dick 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 f*ck 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 *.

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.