Chapter Eleven
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The woman was as willful as they came. Chase bit at her earlobe while Murphy pulled the panties from under her skirt. Little did she know she’d let them in enough for them to figure out exactly what she needed and how far she’d go without getting broken.
This wasn’t how he’d planned to put his proposal to her, but he was nothing if not flexible. This kind of thing was expected with an untrained submissive. The depth to which she wanted to go wasn’t completely clear as of yet, and testing her would be a hell of a lot of fun for them all.
“This doesn’t have to be the end yet. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”
Murphy slid a finger through the folds of her p-ssy, and the resulting moan from Eve sent a kick to his self-control, reminding him that this woman had more power than she realized. He’d need to tread carefully.
“You really do make the perfect model for me. You are like the perfect lush piece of fruit begging for someone to pluck you from the vine.”
“Is that a nice way to say I’m a desperate fat girl?”
Thwack!
Eve screeched at the abrupt slap across her inner thigh. Chase smiled at Murphy’s quick thinking.
“You don’t want to disrespect us like that again. Do not piss me off, Eve.”
“I’m sorry, I was only kidding.”
“Anything that involves you degrading something I covet or own is not very amusing. I expect I won’t hear something like that come out of your mouth again.”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Yes, what?” Chase knew she’d know what he meant, and now seemed as good a time as any to start reinforcing it. She had no idea how badly he wanted to discipline her for her ridiculous comment.
“Yes, Sir.” He recognized the obvious hesitation and let it go for now. They had plenty of time to keep working on protocols.
“Now as I was saying. The photographs I’ve taken so far represent some of my best work. I’ve had a project in mind for a long time, and this is the first time I’ve come across a model who fits what I’m looking for.”
“But as you pointed out, I’m not a model.”
Chase shook his head. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be going from the willful category and straight into bratty. And bratty subs did not enjoy his brand of punishment.
“The fact you’re not a professional model is what has made you the perfect subject in this case. Despite your insistence that you aren’t submissive, your expressions and movements and even actions speak a totally different story.”
“But—”
Chase covered her mouth with his hand. “Just listen, beautiful. Stop fighting.”
While they’d been talking, Murphy had rubbed the spot he’d smacked, where a perfect red streak had appeared. He’d noticed more than once Eve widening her legs and giving Murphy better access to her cunt.
“You have fantasies. I dare to guess deep, dark ones you’ve never shared with anyone. Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“We can help you with those. Give you a safe haven for exploration.”
“And you want to capture that on film?”
“Yes, I do.”
“That sounds kind of… I don’t know. Disconnected.” Her upper body shuddered on the last word. Murphy had gone back to finger f*cking her, and his wicked hands were starting to get to her.
“Taking pictures is what I do, Eve. It would be an honor to capture your expressions as you experience them.”
Chase bit down on the shell of her ear just hard enough to give her a quick thrill of pain to add to Murphy’s movements.
“What would I have to do?”
“Anything and everything I command. You’d be ours to do with as we please. If you want a safe word, I’ll give you one. Although I’d caution you to use it wisely. Our intent will be to push your boundaries. To test you beyond your normal limits. There is a lot to explore, and everything I’ve seen so far makes me believe you need this too.”
Chase swallowed past the lump forming in his throat. The perfume of her sex filled the room, and the thick wave of lust pushed at his patience.
Eve shivered against him.
“What questions do you have?”
“I’m nervous.” Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. His cock throbbed at the sight. Damn, he wanted to take her mouth. Watch her mouth stretch wide as she worked to make him fit. Not the time. Chase steeled himself against his stray thoughts.
Chase licked across the lobe of her ear. “I’d be worried if you weren’t a little afraid. Try to relax. Let us help you.” He bit his way along her jawline until he was inches away from their mouths touching, their breath mingled.
“Come, Eve, come now.”
Her eyes grew wide and her pert mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. Her body shuddered and jerked against him, every muscle spasming with her release.
Murphy moaned and moved to lap at her slit. When Eve would have jackknifed forward from the extreme pleasure, Chase held her down and made her ride it out while restrained. As much as he wanted to f*ck her again, he’d make himself wait until tomorrow night. The buildup from need and anticipation would serve his purposes well.
Spent, Eve collapsed against his chest. Murphy dislodged his fingers and smiled wickedly when he brought three soaking-wet fingers to his mouth. Oh yes, their little submissive wouldn’t live in denial much longer.
Chase brushed the wet hair from her face and lifted her gently. “Murphy is going to take you home tonight. Tomorrow is Saturday and I expect you to get some rest. Drink lots of fluids as well. At midnight, we will pick you up. You can wear whatever you like because you won’t need it for long. Until then, everything else will be a surprise.”
Chase turned her at an angle and cupped her cheek. “Do you understand my instructions?”
“I can’t help but think—”
He gripped her tighter. “That’s your problem right now. You think too much when all you really need to do is obey. Trust us to take care of you.”
Eve nodded.
“Good, now turn around and give me a proper kiss good-bye.”