Play With Me(37)

“God, I could f*ck you right now.”

“Yes, please. Please, Sir, f*ck me. Fuck me.”

With no warning, a hard rap of fingers struck her clit, slapping the mound of her *. Shock and sensation vibrated through her as the heat of Chase covered her front.

“How can you not see your submissive nature?”

Eve shook her head. “Stop saying that.”

Murphy’s fingers pushed deeper, igniting the pathways with more pleasure than she’d experienced before.

“Jesus, Eve. It’s not a bad thing. It’s a wondrous, beautiful thing to see a woman embrace her nature and submit to a dominant.” Chase moved away, and the sudden sound of the camera clicking thundered in her ears.

With fingers buried to the hilt, Murphy released the knife from her neck and moved it to her front. “I hope you weren’t too attached to this dress.”

Before she could respond, the blade sliced through the fabric from sternum to belly. She’d forgone panties but insisted on the bra. Now the knife slid under the strap and pulled it away from her body. The squeak left her throat at the same time the bra opened and her ample tits spilled from their confines.

The knife disappeared, as did Murphy’s fingers from her bottom. For long minutes the only thing she heard was the sound of her own heavy breathing as she hung from the chains. Fear crept its way back into her mind. She was bound and helpless with no control over what happened next.

Only the knowledge that Murphy and Chase watched over her kept her from freaking out. She would not be forgotten. There was a bond of belief—of need—that linked them all together. She didn’t fully understand, but deep down her gut believed.

Still, the ever-present sliver of fear did not go away. She tried to fight against the bindings at both her wrists and ankles to no avail.

“You aren’t going anywhere and neither are we.” Chase’s voice even at a distance reassured her.

“We’d never leave you,” Murphy vowed behind her before placing his palm across her right breast. The heat of his touch warmed like a brand to her skin. Safety, she reminded herself. Chase and Murphy meant safe.

Murphy’s hand slid around her torso to cup the underside of her left breast. His other hand soon followed. With his front pressed to her back, Eve rested her head on his chest and arched her chest forward in invitation for him to do more. He ignored her.

“Everything about you is so responsive. Especially these nipples. I haven’t even touched them yet and they stand to attention begging for me. They need to be clamped.”

Eve whimpered at the thought. A sharp sliver of want sliced through her at every word he spoke. His fingers stayed on the move, tracing first one tight bud and then the next. She wanted to cry in frustration when he did everything but squeeze the aching points.

“Sometime soon I’ll bind them. Experiment with different ways to torture your tits until you’re begging me to f*ck you. Then when I do, I’ll take the pain further one inch at a time until you gush all over my dick.”

Eve’s * clenched at his descriptions. Sweat broke out across her skin, and more want and desire than she thought possible squeezed in her stomach.

“Please, Sir.”

“Yes, Eve. Beg me, baby. It won’t do you any good right now, but it’s music to my ears.”

Tears threatened to spill on her checks. Eve squeezed her eyes shut tight to stave them off. The demand for release clawed at her insides like a beast desperate to get free, and she suspected they’d barely begun to deny her.

“Believe it or not, tonight isn’t going to be about denial. Not exactly.” At his words, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them. Pain shot twin arrows through her body and straight toward her clit. Her gasp only encouraged him to twist harder. Additional pinpricks of pain assailed her. Eve whimpered.


“C’mon, Eve. Take the pain. Take it for both Chase and me. We know you can.”

Eve gritted her teeth and did as he asked. The thought of letting him down now devastated her.

Murphy attacked her neck with his mouth, alternating kisses and sharp little bites at the curve between shoulder and neck. The stings of the bites were quickly washed away by the intense waves of pleasure with each flick of his tongue. This time she moaned into it, and he finally released the tight hold on her nipples.

She’d be sore tomorrow, but she wanted him to do it again. Automatically she arched toward his hands, and his rich laughter rumbled against her throat.

“That’s what I thought.”

She had no idea what she’d turned into in his arms, but she desperately wanted to embrace it. Her deepest, darkest fantasies were bubbling to the surface, anxious to be fulfilled.

Murphy repeated the pull on her nipples, and this time Eve let the scream loose from her throat. Her body warred with the decision between pain and pleasure until it gave in to every demand Murphy made. She wanted nothing more than to be taken. To be filled by them both and allowed to come over and over again.

Suddenly a hand wrapped around her throat. Not Murphy. He still played with her nipples. Chase. The name whispered in her mind a second before he spoke.

“You need to be f*cked.” His hand tightened against her windpipe and fresh fear gripped her.

“Chase!” she cried out, her hands yanking on the chains that held her.

“That’s not what you call him anymore.” Murphy’s fingers tightened the twist of her nipples as he spoke.