Play With Me(22)

“No matter how hard you try, you won’t come until I tell you to. I will control everything today, not you. Feel that. Think about it. Let it wrap around you like a warm blanket.” His fingers slipped a few inches higher, and she nearly exploded when they finally hit the place she needed them to be.

Lightning quick, her body tensed for the oncoming orgasm. He rubbed harder. “You will not come yet, Eve. I have not given permission.”

“Please, Murphy, Sir. I can’t hold it back. Please let me.”

“No,” he commanded loudly. Still he rubbed even stronger. No way would she be able to stop the inferno raging through her.

“I’m going to come. Please—Oh God—I can’t—Stop!”

Murphy stopped rubbing and grabbed her clit in a vise-tight grip between two fingers. Sudden pain sliced through her. Her release froze, teetering on a cliff. “Pinch your nipple,” he ordered.

Eve grabbed the opposite nipple from the tender one he’d worked before and squeezed.

“Oh c’mon, be serious. I said pinch it.”

She pressed harder.

“More.”

Again she increased the pressure until the combination of pain between clit and nipple rivaled each other. When the pain reached the crescendo of her tolerance, something odd happened. Her mind went into overdrive, everything fell away, and a cloud of softness settled over her.

She floated on the edges of her mind. No longer in any pain. Safe. That’s the word she was looking for. A comfortable, happy safeness she’d never felt before.

“There you go. So beautiful. Such joy on your face. Even better than an orgasm.” Eve didn’t know what was going on, but she wanted more. She needed Murphy to keep going. As if he’d read her mind, he bent his head to her skin and bit into her flesh. Little sharp bites on her neck that sent her soaring even further.

“Get her to the bed.” She vaguely heard Chase’s voice in the background. Murphy removed his mouth from her skin, and she cried out in protest.

“Shhh. Trust me, Eve. It’s about to get even better.” He shifted her body and scooped her into his arms, lifting her from the ground. Her legs ached a little, but it seemed unimportant. The music grew louder, and she let the steady beat flow through her. She liked the tune, even though she had no idea what it was.

Murphy laid her on the pretty red silk sheets where she gasped at the cool touch on her flaming-hot skin. She’d grown incredibly sensitive to everything.

“Lie back and raise your arms over your head and grab the hook there.” She listened to Murphy give her instructions, fascinated with the movement of his lush lips. She did as he asked and grabbed on to the smooth, round metal that reminded her of a giant eyehook.

While she’d gotten lost in her thoughts, Murphy had grabbed some more of the strong black rope and now stood over her, wrapping her wrists. It dawned on her that in everything that had gone on thus far, she’d completely forgotten about the rope halter still tied around her body, despite the tight pull she got from it every time she moved. Now she wanted more. She liked the snug, safe feel of it and wondered what her whole body would feel like wrapped up tight by Murphy.


“Spread your legs.” She opened her legs, and cool air brushed against her sex. A new ache bloomed for more of Murphy’s touch. God. He needed to f*ck her already.

“Will you f*ck me now?” She could hardly wait. Murphy and Chase both laughed as together they shackled her legs with the leather ankle restraints she’d noticed earlier.

“She’s pretty eager.” Chase’s smooth voice flowed over her like warm oil. She wanted to rub him in and keep him forever.

“What’d you expect after we primed her yesterday and then tormented her more today?”

“It’s incredible seeing her like this. I expected more resistance.” All she heard was the modulated tones of Chase’s voice teasing her senses. Resist him? Was he crazy?

“Please f*ck me,” she begged. If that’s what they wanted, she’d happily give them that.

“Fuck, Chase. Hurry.”

“Then get out of the way. I only need a few minutes.” Murphy moved out of her sight, and Chase picked up his camera again. “Tell me how you feel, Eve. Show me.”

“Show you how? I can barely move.”

“Then tell me.”

“I need to be f*cked. I’m so horny I can’t stand it.”

“I already know that. Tell me something I don’t know.” Chase’s camera clicked away as he spoke to her.

“I—uh—I feel so different.”

“Different how?” Why did he keep grilling her instead of touching her? Tears pricked at the back of her eyes, and she feared she might start crying any minute.

“I don’t know. Just different.”

“C’mon Eve, I know you can do this. I only need a few more pictures. You’re incredible like that. All tied up, dying to be f*cked. Does it hurt?”

“No, not exactly.” Did it hurt? No. “It’s like pressure. You’ve taken my ability to move away, yet I feel safer than ever.”

“Why do you trust us?”

Trust? The word hadn’t even entered her consciousness yet.

“I don’t know. What do you want from me, Chase? It’s hard to think straight. All I can think about is Murphy biting my neck again. Or you filling me with your cock. Someone, hurting me.”