“Don’t focus on the music. Pay attention to me and my directions.” Murphy’s breath brushed through her hair, so close to her ear. A shudder raced down her spine. “Eyes on Chase, but it’s my voice that will command you today. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.” The dynamic from yesterday had definitely changed. Already the power from Murphy enveloped her in a tight embrace she desperately craved. Then Chase was squatting a few feet in front of her, his camera already covering his face, waiting for the perfect shot.
A warm hand cupped her breast. Eve sighed and arched her back into the touch. Chase could take all the pictures he wanted. She didn’t care as long as Murphy didn’t stop. God, please don’t let him stop. Have to have more. Her breath came in small pants, her mouth opening for air.
“That’s it, baby. Show Chase how much you love my touch.” Two fingers closed around her already beaded nipple and began a slow and steady squeeze. The pressure arced through her, shooting streaks of pleasure to every limb. Even when the pressure became painful, it wasn’t enough.
“More.” A low chuckle sounded from behind her.
“Don’t worry, little girl. You are going to get so much more today.”
Suddenly the sweet ache at her nipple turned to a fiery pinch. She gasped and whimpered, her mind registering the intense pain and ordering her to stop it. Her hands moved to fix it.
“Don’t you fucking move.” Taken aback by the harsh command from Murphy, Eve froze.
He encircled her throat with one hand and gently squeezed, all the while his fingers tightened on that same nipple. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she fought to keep herself under control. When she didn’t think she could hold her position one second longer, Murphy released her nipple, and the sharp pain worsened as blood rushed back into the tip. Jesus H. Christ.
Arousal spiked in her clit. Juices trickled between her thighs. Eve wiggled her ass, her only goal to create more friction between her legs.
“Stop.” Murphy’s hand tightened on her neck. She froze. A sliver of fear broke through the need building in her cunt. “Another move like that and you’ll find yourself strung up to the ceiling with my belt burning your pretty little flesh.”
Eve took the threat with the seriousness in which it had been delivered. For whatever reason the Dom voice had taken over, and she didn’t doubt a word Murphy spoke. She hated the fact she couldn’t see his eyes. Would she find anger? Or maybe lust. God she needed to see him.
For a brief second she noticed the camera practically in her face as Chase moved around her. Until Murphy yanked her toward him, and her back arched across his knees. He’d not released his grip, but she trusted he would know if she had trouble breathing. As it was, she was only able to take short, shallow breaths with that much pressure on her windpipe.
“Don’t be a bad girl, Eve. As much fun as it would be to punish you, I have better ideas for what we can do with our time. Don’t you?”
Fuck yeah. She could reach for her clit and with one stroke get herself off. That’s how on edge they had her.
“I can see the wheels turning in there. Is your pussy aching to be touched? I know my dick is rock hard and throbbing.” Eve’s mouth watered. She’d loved giving head yesterday and would gladly take a cock in her mouth again if that’s what he wanted. Anything he wanted, she would do.
Please. She mouthed the word but didn’t have enough breath to be heard. Murphy bent closer until his lips barely touched hers.
“I know. Me too.” His lips crashed down on hers, his fingers loosening their hold around her windpipe. She opened her mouth and his tongue dived in, seeking hers. The urgent pressure of the kiss tore through her, stealing what little air she had left. This was no sweet kiss. No, it had become a taking in every sense of the word. All teeth, lips, and tongue fighting for dominance. Eve kissed him back, her body going crazy for more of this man. She’d never forget this kiss in a million years.
The moment he released his grip on her throat, she wanted to cry out for him to not stop. It dawned on her that she hadn’t been frightened at all. She’d been excited and more aroused than she’d ever remembered.
Finally, his mouth released her, and they sat immobile for a few minutes, simply staring at each other. They both breathed heavily, and the rush of power swirling around her offered a sense of possession. Maybe even owned, if only in that brief moment in time. With her head resting on his thighs, she wanted to melt into him. To be a part of everything he needed in that moment. The here and now meant everything to her.
“Spread your knees.”
She quickly complied and spread them as wide as she could without breaking eye contact. The music trembled through her system, and the faint clicking of the camera sounded in the back of her mind. Chase wasn’t forgotten, but instead of being nervous or afraid of his camera, she wanted him to see her like this. To capture this extreme moment of pride and pleasure she felt.
Murphy’s hand traced her collarbone from one side to the other, a light teasing motion that bordered on tickling. Goose bumps rose on her skin, and he grinned down at her.
“I like you like this. All soft and open. Willing. That’s the word I’d call it. Are you willing, Eve?”
“Yes, Sir.” She bit her bottom lip to control the wide smile threatening to break out. He trailed his fingers to her breasts, but maintained the featherlight touch. She ached for a heavy hand, but he was in control and she was here to simply please him.
He skimmed farther down her torso, where he circled and dipped a fingertip into her belly button.
“God, do you have any idea how delicious these curves look?” A jolt streaked through her stomach then. A silly reminder that she needed to be careful here. If she gave herself fully to these men, she might not make it back. She couldn’t afford to lose herself. She had to hold on to a piece of control.
A strong finger slipped between the folds of her cunt, only glancing across her clit. Her body jerked, and she gasped from the pleasure. Already he’d moved on to the opening where he teased and circled. Eve canted her hips, eager for him to dip inside. To fuck her with his finger like he wanted to with his dick.
The sudden image of his dick thrusting in and out of her aching sex proved her undoing. She whimpered with the need of it. Instead, his fingers spread her lips wide and the clicking of the damned camera sounded nonstop. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—tear her eyes from Murphy, but every instinct warned that Chase was documenting every curve and fold more thoroughly than any doctor ever had.
Unbidden, a giggle slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
“You finding this funny?”
“He’s taking close-ups, isn’t he?”
Murphy smiled wickedly at her. “Maybe.”
She should have laughed, but despite the curve of his luscious mouth, the serious heat shining in his eyes clogged her throat and made her think of sex again. Fuck the camera. Someone needed to fuck her already.
“I need to come, Sir.”
“I know you do.” That wasn’t the response she’d been hoping for. Although he did stop holding her open and went back to massaging the tender skin of her pussy.
He rubbed harder, and the friction heated her through. Her brain fogged up, and she didn’t have clear thoughts anymore. “It’s not time for you to come yet, little girl. You’re still holding back. Tell me why?”
Eve tried to focus on his question, but she couldn’t. Every thought and impulse in her body was centered on her needy clit and her pulse beating through it. She pushed her hips against his hand and wiggled her bottom. He rubbed harder but remained firmly away from the one spot she wanted. Her cries of frustration filled the room, and Murphy only smiled down at her.
“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 inch
es 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 fuck her already.
“Will you fuck 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 fuck 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 fucked. 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 fucked. 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.”
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-blowi
ng 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 fucked 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.
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