Play With Me(39)

“You want more, don’t you?”

She nodded furiously.

With what had to be the most wicked intent, he drove his fingers to the hilt.

Eve moaned.

“Time to make you scream for the camera, baby girl.” Murphy tilted his fingers inside her and started a slow easy drag from her body. Then he did it all over again.

Eve clawed at the chains holding her nearly immobile while Murphy manipulated her backside. Her pending orgasm coiled behind her clit, waiting impatiently to strike when she least expected it. The wait was maddening.


One more stroke in and out of her snug rear channel, and she couldn’t take it anymore. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably. Pleasure swamped her.

“Tell us who you want to f*ck you, and I’ll make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

“You and Chase. Please…”

“No!” His fingers pushed harder inside her.

“You, Sir and Chase, Sir.”

“Close, but no cigar.”

Eve couldn’t think. What did he want from her?

Patient to the end, Murphy silently finger f*cked her ass. When the pleasure infused with new burning, she’d have sworn he added another finger. The buildup between her legs drove her crazy. She had to come now before it was too late.

“Say it.” He curled an arm around her hip and gave her clit a hard rub. “Who do you belong to?”

“Both of you.”

“And what are we?”

Finally she understood what he wanted. “My masters. Oh my God, you’re my masters!” She yelled the last word into the lens of Chase’s camera as he moved close, taking picture after picture.

The second Murphy’s fingers touched her clit again, the heat between her legs exploded. The resulting fireball ripped through her and melted her brain. Pain blended with pleasure into an incredible wave of bliss she couldn’t begin to understand.

Screams tore from her throat as her head tumbled into the darkness of Murphy and Chase. When the convulsions subsided, Murphy eased from her body and wrapped both arms around her waist to support her.

Chase immediately went to work on releasing the chains from her wrists. First one, then the other. Too weak to hold herself up, she leaned into Murphy even farther.

Perfection ensconced her. Her heartbeat pounded wildly as she tried to focus on her surroundings. She’d never dreamed they’d push her this far and she would end up loving it. And she did. Every single second.

Chase knelt at her feet to unfasten the bar holding her legs open. In some distant part of her brain she knew everything ached. That she’d not be able to walk on her own for a little while. None of that mattered though. Weakly she managed to lean slightly forward. Enough to run her fingers through the soft strands of Chase’s dark hair. She had two masters now. Something she’d never dreamed would happen to her.

Her beautiful photographer lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers, and the tension she saw sucked the air from her lungs. Chase was not happy. The rough lines etched in his forehead drew deep. Irritation and something she didn’t understand stared back at her.

What had she done?

“Jesus, Murphy, get her in the car.”

Eve turned away from his scorn and hid her face in Murphy’s chest when he lifted her into his arms. She fought against the need to cry to no avail. Hot, wet tears rolled down her cheeks and onto Murphy’s skin.

When they reached the car, she twisted in Chase’s direction for one last look. Maybe she’d misread his feelings.

He still stood where she’d been restrained, the chains and bar still in his hands. The anger in his face had not diminished as he watched her being taken away.

Her cheeks heated with a cross between shame and disappointment. Eve swore for as long as she lived she’d never forget the pained scowl she made out in the darkness.





Chapter Thirteen




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The desolation in Eve’s chest threatened to break her. How could she have been so wrong? And why the hell did they do this to her if it bothered Chase so much?

It had been all about the pictures. The reminder zinged through her mind in startling clarity. She was such a f*cking idiot. He’d warned her more than once how things would go. There’d been no denying how much he wanted to photograph her, which inevitably led to f*cking. It was her fault for fooling herself into thinking it had meant more.

Still, they’d demanded she face her true nature against all her objections. And she had. Like it or not, she couldn’t deny her submissiveness. But what if it was something she’d only felt for Chase and Murphy?

Jesus, Eve. Two men. Seriously? Who takes that seriously?

Apparently she did.

A fresh bout of shame filled her. Her na?veté astounded even her. Now she just wanted to close her eyes and cry until she got it all out. Maybe then she could look at the situation objectively. Eve sighed. More tears would do her no good at this point. Even embarrassed anger couldn’t overcome the exhaustion threatening to claim her.

She needed to get home—and fast. With startling clarity she remembered whose arms still cuddled her close. Murphy had taken her to the car, covered her in a blanket, and all without a single word. She’d gotten so lost in her own shameful thoughts, she’d momentarily forgotten him.

Now she became hyperaware of his heat blanketing her. His distinct and woodsy smell that always made her feel so good. And the hard jean-covered cock pressing against the curves of her ass.