Play With Me(23)

Chase froze, lowering his camera. “What did you say?”

Eve racked her brain. What had she said? Chase unhooked the camera from around his neck. He walked around the side of the bed and set the camera down on the table.

“Why do you need this, Eve? If you can tell me that, then I promise to give you everything you want and more.”

“What?”

“Tell me. Don’t think about it. Don’t ask me questions. Tell me.” He wrapped his hand around a breast and stroked across a nipple. Automatically her hands jerked, but they were tied securely to the bed.

“I’m scared, Chase.”

“Scared of what?” He bent to her, his mouth hovering dangerously close to a tight nipple. “You may not know why, but you can trust us. You can’t hold back. You have to give to us everything you need. We demand it. I demand it.”

A tear pooled at the corner of her eye before slowly sliding down the side of her cheek. Chase noticed and shifted his position, his face leaning into hers. He licked at the solitary tear.

“Please, Chase. I have to come. It hurts so much.”

“I thought you wanted to hurt,” he teased. Strong fingers blazed a heated trail to her saturated cunt and delved between the folds. He pushed two inside her, thrusting deep before slowly dragging them back out. Eve watched, mesmerized as he brought those glistening fingers to his mouth. Her thighs clenched painfully while he licked every drop of her juice from his skin.

“She’s ready.” In the blink of an eye, Murphy returned to the bed, already naked. His cock jutted from his hips, long, thick, and weeping at the slit with precum. She was more than willing to go through with this, yet she couldn’t stop the flutter of nerves in her stomach if she tried. He tore at the condom he carried and tossed the foil to the ground. Two seconds later he was sheathed and prodding her entrance with the tip of his shaft. Rubbing it up and down her slit, teasing her.

She groaned, and Chase swallowed her cry with his mouth. Slow and easy he pushed his tongue between her lips and devoured her mouth. Their tongues tangled while Murphy remained at her entrance, only rubbing her. She was certain she was going to combust or explode into a thousand pieces before they ever stopped withholding.

The kiss deepened, and Chase moved his hands everywhere. He grabbed her shoulders; he scratched his nails lightly down her chest and across her tits. The exquisite pleasure of his touch combined with the faint streak of pain he added to his movements flooded her already overloaded mind. His hands wrapped around her waist, and she arched in his direction eager for him to scratch at her back if he wanted. Instead he traveled upward and grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled. Another sharp sting of pain, this one more intense, coursed through her, giving her a thrill she couldn’t get enough of.

It was in that instant Murphy surged inside her to the hilt. She cried out at the next mind-blowing combination of pain and pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate him.

This is what she needed.

To be taken. To be tied and helpless to whatever they wanted. Not what she wanted. To be forced to endure, to accept, to enjoy everything they wanted her to.

“Good God…Eve!” Murphy’s fingers dug into her hips and pressed her into the mattress. Eve suffered such intense arousal it had become painful, and even Murphy’s in and out strokes weren’t enough.

Chase freed her mouth to explore the sensitive skin of her already aching nipples. The occasional lick was nothing in comparison to the near-constant pressure from his teeth.

Please touch me. She thought the words but that was as far as they got. One flick to her clit and she’d trip and fall over the edge she teetered on. Instead they touched, licked, bit, and f*cked everywhere else, ensuring she didn’t come until they were good and ready.

If her hands were free, she’d reach down and save herself from their torture.

Chase released her breasts and pulled back. He attacked the waistband of his jeans, nearly ripping them from his hips. His cock sprang free—thick, long, and hard. Without giving her even a second to say anything, he nudged her mouth open and thrust deep. Eve sucked on him, ecstatic to discover just how needy he’d become. A thrill of satisfaction moved inside her as she lapped the precum leaking from his tip. Salt and man exploded across her taste buds. Greedy for more, she relaxed her throat and took more of him inch by inch.

Eve tried to hold on to control, but Chase would have none of that. He groaned, placed his hands on the side of her head and began a steady rhythm of driving in and out of her mouth. His control. His taking.

Obviously wanting his fair share of attention, Murphy pinched her clit. The bright, brief moment of bliss flared hot inside her. Not enough to get her off, but she sure as hell came close.

She groaned against Chase’s shaft and renewed her efforts to please him to the best of her ability. At the same time she swiveled her hips and contracted her vaginal muscles around Murphy. If she worked hard enough, showed her appreciation enough, then maybe they would finally give in.





Chapter Eight




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Eve moaned again, and Chase smiled. “I think she wants us to put her out of her misery.”


“Her misery?” Murphy changed his rhythm and rolled his hips instead of pounding into her. “Try mine. The little minx is trying to milk it out of me.”

“I guess we’ll have to keep teaching her lessons about who’s in control here, then.” Chase tightened his hold on her head. “Look at me, darling.”