Play With Me (Pleasure Playground) (15 page)

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 pussy 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 scraping against her. 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 pussy. “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 lovely little 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, creating a sharp sting.

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 pussy. 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.

“God, I could fuck you right now.”

“Yes, please. Please, Sir, fuck me. Fuck me.”

With no warning, a hard rap of fingers struck her clit, slapping the mound of her pussy. 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 fuck 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 pussy 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 fucked.” 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.

“Sir,” she panted. It was the only word she could get out.

“Relax and take shallow breaths. You’re fine as long as you don’t panic.”

Panic? Was he kidding? Still, she did the best she could to tamp down the rising anxiety.

Chase lowered his free hand to the mound of her sex. At first he simply cupped her sensitive flesh, driving her mad. The possessive grip on her throat and pussy had her more aroused than ever before. She couldn’t fathom how that was possible.

Her sex clenched in aching need. The want to be filled overwhelmed her every thought. “Please, Chase,” she whispered. His fingers lessened slightly to allow her words. “Need to see.”

She felt Murphy move behind her, and he lifted her blindfold. Eve squinted against the lights shining in her face. Spots formed in her vision, and she winced when Chase’s hand tightened once again.

Eve eased her eyes open and focused on Chase looming in front of her. Her first glance at his eyes revealed the single most important thing she needed to see from him. Desire so strong it took her breath away. The standard hard look on his face had been softened with his own need riding him hard.

She’d done this. Secret satisfaction warmed her soul. This was exactly what she’d read about, and now she finally understood. Submission wasn’t weak, it was powerful. She’d said yes to his desires and he’d revealed a need for her she was certain no one had ever felt before.

Murphy leaned into her back, his mouth at her right ear. “You’re our girl now. Our slut to do anything we want with.”

Eve moaned. His words caused the ache in her clit to intensify. They were going to torture her to death with pleasure. Hot fingers dug into the skin of her hips, holding her in place for Chase’s explorations. Sensation after sensation layered atop her already on-fire nerve endings. Much more and she’d explode like a fireball, whether they wanted her to or not.

Hands roamed her body while the intensity continued to build. The ache had gone beyond what she thought she could bear. None of that mattered anymore. Whatever they did, whatever they asked, she would give them. Anything they wanted. She trusted that when they were good and ready they’d see to her satisfaction. They would decide when the time was right for her.

Something snapped inside her. This wasn’t about one night at all. She wanted—no, needed—to belong.

“Yours.” The harsh whisper of her voice barely made it past the hold Chase maintained on her. But she knew the second he comprehended the word. His eyes widened slightly, and his jaw ground tighter.

Immediately his hand dropped from her throat and he lowered to her mouth. He devoured her with a kiss so out of control, so soul searing, she knew it would never be forgotten, no matter what the future brought her.

She belonged to Chase and Murphy, and nothing and no one could take that away from her.

He dropped to his knees. The heat of his breath caressed her wet and swollen folds. Chase leaned forward, his mouth hovering less than an inch from where she needed it. If her hands had been free, she’d have been tempted to grab his head and pull him to her. Or even take matters into her own hands. She could only imagine the kind of punishment she’d be in for then.

“Submissive.”

This time when he said the word, she cried out, “Yes!”

“Do you want to be fucked?”

“Yes, please.”

“Who, Eve. Tell me who you want to fill your holes and ease the ache.”

His crude words reacted to her need like gasoline on a slow-simmering fire. The resulting meltdown left her unable to speak. She was about to blow, and Chase had not moved an inch closer.

Chase’s laughter brushed air across her cunt before he stood and faced her. “You’re almost ready.”

Almost
! Her mind screamed the word she couldn’t say. Her body arched in his direction, pulling at the cuffs buckled to her wrists. Maybe she could entice him to finish the job.