Play With Me(36)

A sudden breeze kicked up and brushed across Eve’s skin. Wherever they were, there was a lot of humidity and… She inhaled deeply through her nose.

“Are we at the lake?” Chase and Murphy shared a condo downtown, and as far as she knew they owned no property at the lake. Hadn’t Murphy told her that Chase did not like the water at all? Not even in a swimming pool.

Chase didn’t respond to her question other than to tighten his arm around her waist and lead her forward. The tension in Eve coiled tight. Arousal be damned, suddenly being blindfolded and led to God knew what frightened her. A shiver worked down her spine.

“Easy, girl. You’re fine.”

Eve focused on Chase’s voice and relaxed a fraction. She loved the way he and Murphy made her feel when they were like this. They demanded and took what they wanted, but never forgot to reassure or comfort her when she needed it. Those little moments meant the world to her and were the crux of why she was willing to give them so much trust.

He stopped moving, and her breath clogged her throat. Was this it? He spun her around, and someone grabbed her wrist. Murphy she presumed. What if it wasn’t him? They’d not discussed including anyone else, but then again she’d not bothered with many questions when she’d agreed to this. She’d given them permission to do as they pleased.

Eve wanted to explore her sexuality and learn if she had it in her to be what these two men needed. Still, logic fought with the need burning in her gut. Somehow she had to put aside her concerns and consider them—the two men she’d said she trusted.

Chase stepped away from her and her other cuff was grabbed as well. The clang of chains hitting metal made her flinch. Her arms were pulled taut over her head to the very edge of uncomfortable. A few minutes later the hands at her wrists disappeared and she remained in position, arms stretched high and wide. She gave a testing pull and got nowhere. Her wrists were securely shackled and her ability to protect herself completely stripped away.


“Spread your legs,” Murphy murmured in her ear. “Slightly more than shoulder-width apart.”

She only hesitated for a few seconds before she followed his instructions to the letter. Two hands quickly went to work at each of her ankles. First leather was wrapped around them, the sensation eerily similar to the handcuffs at her wrist. Then a cool metal bar was pressed to the inside of her thigh.

“I’m attaching a spreader bar. This will keep your legs open at the perfect angle so I’ll be able to see that juicy * of yours at any given moment. There will be nothing you can hide from us.”

Her stomach jumped. She wanted to see his eyes. See the lust she hoped burned inside him as much as it did her. Murphy leaned into her back. She knew it was him by the scent of his musk. She didn’t need her eyes to tell him and Chase apart. Lips brushed across hers for a brief second. Chase. A hot taste from a wild man who kept his control on such a tight leash, she wondered what would happen when he let it free.

“Thank you for this,” Murphy whispered.

She relaxed against the chains, grateful for his presence. She arched her neck in an eager display for another kiss from the man who’d moved out of her reach.

Instead cool metal slid across her neck. Not a round shaft but a sharp edge. Eve froze. The cry lodged in the back of her throat. Oh God, please tell me he does not have a knife.

The sharp, flat edge sank a millimeter into her flesh. Her heart beat wildly. He didn’t break the skin or hurt her. She only felt the pressure of the now warm blade.

“I suspect it will take some time and more than a few punishments for you to truly feel the trust we need from you. Although tonight is a very good start.” The rough edge of Murphy’s voice shivered across her skin. The underlying tone of his statement was a clear reprimand. Something told her she was in for a punishment tonight.

With the knife at her throat keeping her perfectly still, Murphy used his free hand to slide into her *. “I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I think you’re even wetter than in the car.” He shoved two fingers into her opening, and she gasped at the sensation. The near-constant ache around her clit intensified. Fresh moisture flooded between her legs, and Murphy groaned in her ear.

“Tonight you’ll be my slut, won’t you?”

She’d be anything for him if he’d stop the teasing and get on with the pleasing.

“You’ll take my cock in your mouth, your hot little cunt, and even up your ass if it’s what I want, won’t you?” When she didn’t answer right away, the blade pressed deeper into her skin.

Desire for everything he spoke of pushed Eve past the glimmer of fear still pressing at her mind. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be your slut.”

Murphy repeated the in-and-out motions with his fingers in her *. Buried to the hilt one minute and rimming the opening another. Eve pumped her hips into his hand, but the metal pressing against her flesh inhibited her movements.

“Be still,” he ordered. His hand slid from her wetness. Her cries of displeasure went ignored. Until two fingers slick with her own juices were pushed between her buttocks and into the tight hole of her ass. This time her cries weren’t of agony, but an extreme bliss when Murphy rubbed across unused nerve endings.

The sound of the camera clicking penetrated the lust haze around her brain but meant nothing to her. Ferocious need seized her body and brain until she thought she might explode from it. All conscious though centered between her legs and the achy and swollen flesh that needed more attention.