Chapter Twelve
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Eve rushed around her apartment cleaning up the mess she’d made trying to get ready. She’d indulged in every girly ritual she could think of to keep her mind off the nerves. Of course none of that worked. But at least she looked good. She’d fluffed, colored, primped, and even removed every strand of hair from her private parts. That had been the coolest part. Without hair covering her skin, everything seemed more sensitive.
She hadn’t thought to ask if they would mind, but considering every single model she’d ever witnessed had no body hair, she suspected it was one of those expected things.
Since they’d given her complete freedom to wear what she wanted, she’d opted for a simple summer dress. It was light and airy and left her completely accessible. She’d given so much thought to every word Chase had spoken and still couldn’t quite reconcile what they wanted with what she wanted. Sure the sexual aspect of it thrilled her, but anything beyond that seemed frightening—restrictive.
Fortunately, Chase had not mentioned anything beyond another photo project, so she’d taken him at his word and talked herself down every time her mind wandered to something bigger. Looking for anything more was the sure path to a broken heart. Something she’d had enough of.
The knock on the door announced their arrival. Eve threw the last of her rejected clothing into the closet and slammed the door. Just so long as no one looked in there, nothing would be out of place.
Eve yanked open the door and grinned at the sight of Murphy and Chase lingering in her doorway. Both men wore snug jeans that rode low on their hips, but that was where the similarities stopped. Chase had chosen a black T-shirt that did little to hide the defined muscles she now knew resided under his shirt. Murphy, on the other hand, had gone with a royal blue button-down. Already her fingers itched to help him out of it. Eve knew this was the moment to sink or swim. Go for it and deal with the broken heart later when it was over, or back out and always wonder what could have been.
She already knew she was going for it.
They continued to stare at each other for long, charged moments before Eve spoke. “Would you like to come in?” She stepped back and waited for them to enter.
They walked in, filling the space around her. Murphy cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers for a quick kiss. “Nice place. Did you do all this yourself?” He motioned around her apartment.
“Yes, it’s pretty much the only way I could stand to stay here. Surrounding myself with pretty things helped a lot.”
“You don’t like it here?”
“I like the building. It has good bones.” Luckily they didn’t press her further.
Chase and Murphy both nodded. “Are you ready to go?”
“Where are we going?” She wasn’t sure what they were up to since she’d thought they would stay here.
“Now what would be the fun in telling you in advance?” Murphy shot her a wicked grin.
Both men crowded around her. Chase in the front and Murphy in the back. With them this close in proximity, her nipples tightened and the brush of fabric across them made her gasp.
“I brought something for you to wear.” Chase handed her a black blindfold. The silk cloth fell into her hand, caressing the skin with cool fabric.
“Hold it up over your eyes, sweetheart,” Murphy whispered from behind her. “I’ll tie it for you.”
Eve did as she was instructed and covered her eyes. The nervous butterflies fluttered in her stomach again, which did nothing to curb the wetness covering the bare folds of her p-ssy.
“Are you claustrophobic or anything?” Chase asked.
“No. I’m fine.”
Murphy’s hands traveled down her back and cupped her ass through the flimsy material of her dress. Eve couldn’t believe how much she already ached with need. When he slipped under her hemline, she spread her legs and allowed him full access.
He slid his hand through the crevice of her ass, a single finger sliding over her tiny hole. Heat shot through her from the tip of her head all the way to the tips of her toes. She’d fantasized about this all day long. It was the ultimate thing for her. The one dark longing she’d never been able to get out of her head after all these years. She wanted both men at the same time, filling her p-ssy and ass.
Before she even realized what she was doing, Eve arched forward, pressing her body into Chase. She gasped at the shocks of pleasure created from the slight friction.
“I take it you haven’t changed your mind,” Chase murmured, his breath hot across her cheek.
Eve looked down between their bodies and fervently wished they were both naked. She needed nothing more than hot skin against hot skin. These men made her want everything she’d ever denied herself and more. Hell, she didn’t even know what all she wanted. The answer was simply Chase and Murphy. She desperately hoped she could give them everything they desired.
Chase reached for the nipples she arched in his direction. In response to her wanton ways, he pinched and twisted them both. A sharp mix of pain and pleasure infused her, and she cried out.
“We’re going to go deep, Eve. Murphy and I will discover each and every one of your fantasies. You will beg. Possibly for more. Probably to make it stop. But you will feel like never before.”
Deep-seated need jolted her body. With Chase manipulating her nipples and Murphy stroking her backside, she knew where this was headed, and despite any residual fear, she couldn’t wait to get there.
Chase dropped his hands and took a step away from her. Murphy quickly followed.
“Let’s go.” Chase nodded toward the door.
Murphy scooped her into his arms, where she wrapped her hands around his neck. “Might as well carry you rather than try to direct you. Much easier.”
For a split second she worried he would find her heavy and difficult to carry. She opened her mouth to say so when she remembered what they’d said before. Wisely, she chose to keep her mouth shut this time. If he decided he didn’t want to keep her in his arms, he could simply put her down and lead her out. Besides, she had much better things to focus on.
Still reeling from the heightened state of her arousal, Eve left the safety of her apartment and headed into the unknown with Chase and Murphy.
*
Chase followed Murphy and Eve down the stairs. More than once he’d reached down to adjust the front of his jeans. His hard cock dug into the metal teeth of the zipper until he thought it would bust open. He concentrated on the slight bite of pain. Maybe it would help him get his mind focused on the plan for tonight, versus the need to bend her over the hood of his car and drive into her over and over again.
Something about this woman brought out the baser side of his nature. How many times would he have to f*ck her until he got it out of his system? Ten? Twenty?
At the car, he slid into the driver’s seat and let Murphy get in the back with Eve. He needed to keep some distance between them for now. The shoot he’d planned for tonight had the makings of his best ever, and he didn’t want to f*ck it up. As much as he wanted to sink into her soft, feminine flesh, he’d get the job done first.
In the small confines of his car, her fresh, clean scent filled the air. A simple fragrance that tugged at his resistance. He didn’t have to turn around to imagine her naked form tied in rope. Her high breasts with their responsive tips were foremost in his mind. Every move they’d made over the last few days made her wetter than the last. The photo shoot for the client had been a walk in the park compared to what he had in mind. Chase laughed at his own pun.
He’d paid a lot of money for the permit for tonight’s use of a public playground. Somehow he knew it would be worth every damned penny. She had the body of a pinup and the mind of a strong-willed submissive. The person or persons who managed to tame her would be well rewarded. Now he just had to find his way inside the last of her armor and get her to surrender completely.
Tonight they’d discover her limits. She had no idea of the controls he had in place. So the fear he photographed would be genuine. As would the need. The distinct scent of leather and the sound of buckles being fastened filled his senses. Excitement coursed through Chase’s veins as he glanced in the rearview mirror. His delicious Eve sat on Murphy’s lap while he fastened her new wrist cuffs.
No one spoke, but the tension between them ratcheted to an all-new level. So far she’d managed to stay calm and agreeable through what they demanded. Now he wondered how much she would fight them. When they had her shackled and helpless, she’d be more vulnerable than she’d ever been.
They’d learned a lot about her life last night, and it had given him information he needed to create tonight’s scene. She was a strong and proud woman who’d worked her ass off in the face of hard times.
How many years had passed since someone had seen to her pleasure? Her eagerness to explore and accept what they’d asked told him more than her words ever could. Caring for aging and sick parents took a lot of work, and the fact it hadn’t dampened her spirit impressed him. She’d found a small happiness in surrounding herself with beautiful things to brighten a situation that could have taken down a lesser woman.
Patience and perseverance would be his best tools when dealing with her. Although tonight he’d make it more about pushing and demanding more than anyone ever had. Her fear of the word submissive concerned him. If he couldn’t get to her on a mental level, they’d never be successful.
He wanted to get to the fantasies she’d harbored all this time. She deserved someone who took the time to savor her, to unpeel the layers and give her the freedom to act out on every sexual desire she’d ever considered. Nothing would be too wicked for Eve.
Chase pulled into the empty parking lot and stopped close to the gate. The headlights from his car highlighted the mist from the lake clinging to the ground. The weather and humidity levels were practically tailor-made tonight. He stepped from the car and breathed in the warm night air. Excitement inside him built. He was anxious to get started.
He strode to the trunk and opened it. He’d planned to haul in his gear before they let Eve out of the car. Murphy and he had discussed the stress she would experience once she realized they were shooting outside, so they would restrain her together. A sort of shock-and-awe treatment.
The spot he’d chosen wasn’t far from the car, so he had everything carried over and set up in less than fifteen minutes. Every muscle pulled taut while he worked, and it had nothing to do with strenuous labor. He’d set the lighting for a shoot a million times. No, it was the woman he was dying to get his hands on and the scene he’d prepared for her.
This part of the anticipation was almost as exciting as the torment he’d soon put her through. The careful planning so he and Murphy could control the scene at all times. There’d be no point in asking for her trust if they couldn’t keep her safe.
The playground was part of a secluded county park on private property that closed at dusk. During the day, the place was packed with boaters and families enjoying the outdoors. Tonight not a soul could be found for miles. The lone security guard wouldn’t come near this area for hours. Not that Eve would know that.
Chase checked over all of his gear one last time to ensure all the settings were correct before heading back to the car.
As he approached the rear door, he noticed Murphy’s hand between Eve’s lush thighs. He’d known his friend wouldn’t keep his hands off her, and he didn’t blame him a bit. He knew the deal not to give her the release she’d beg for.
That would come much later.
Eve whimpered at the third finger Murphy sank into her drenched p-ssy. He’d been working her for what seemed like forever, and she was on the verge of an out-of-this-world explosion. Her legs shook.
“Oh…Murphy… Please.” She didn’t care for a second about the fact she begged. She’d been strung tight since they’d knocked on her door, and all that mattered now was the release she ached for. How easily they got her to focus solely on what they did to her.
“No, Eve. Not yet. If you come now, then not only will you be punished, but you’ll mess up his photo shoot.”
“Then—” She could barely breathe, let alone speak. “Stop.”
Murphy growled into the soft curve of her neck. “No.”
Eve tossed her head from side to side on his chest, trying to wiggle from his grasp. He only shoved inside her farther. “I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” he insisted.
Suddenly the door on her left side opened and a cool rush of night air swept through the car. Her nipples tightened into points hard as ice. Eve cried out. Not from fear. No, her nipples and pretty much every other inch of bared skin had grown intensely sensitive.
“Murphy, please.”
Immediately, he withdrew his fingers from her sex and left her empty and unfulfilled.
“We’ve already had this talk.”
Eve pushed through the fog in her brain, trying to figure out where she’d gone wrong. It took her a few seconds, but she eventually processed it.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
Chase chuckled from the vicinity of the open door. “I see that’s going to take some practice. Or at the very least a little discipline.”
Murphy brushed her dress back down, covering her breasts and leaving the fabric to pool at her hips. “C’mon, beautiful, we have a big night ahead of us.”
“Reach for me, Eve.” Chase spoke.
Blindly she reached her arms in the direction of his voice, and he grabbed her hands. She scooted to the edge of the bench seat, and Chase helped her step from the car.
“I don’t suppose you plan to tell me where we are?”
“Nope. But we’re almost there. I’ll take care of you.” Chase’s voice warmed her insides. Murphy had primed her well, and at this rate it wouldn’t take much to set her off.
With her eyes covered, her other senses seemed to sharpen. The smell of the outdoors came on strong. They were not walking on concrete or pavement anymore. In fact she swore she scented pine needles. She’d not paid attention for a second to the trip here, so she had no idea how long they’d been in the car or where they could have gone. Maybe Chase had a cabin or something she didn’t know about.
A sudden breeze kicked up and brushed across Eve’s skin. Wherever they were, there was a lot of humidity and… She inhaled deeply through her nose.
“Are we at the lake?” Chase and Murphy shared a condo downtown, and as far as she knew they owned no property at the lake. Hadn’t Murphy told her that Chase did not like the water at all? Not even in a swimming pool.
Chase didn’t respond to her question other than to tighten his arm around her waist and lead her forward. The tension in Eve coiled tight. Arousal be damned, suddenly being blindfolded and led to God knew what frightened her. A shiver worked down her spine.
“Easy, girl. You’re fine.”
Eve focused on Chase’s voice and relaxed a fraction. She loved the way he and Murphy made her feel when they were like this. They demanded and took what they wanted, but never forgot to reassure or comfort her when she needed it. Those little moments meant the world to her and were the crux of why she was willing to give them so much trust.
He stopped moving, and her breath clogged her throat. Was this it? He spun her around, and someone grabbed her wrist. Murphy she presumed. What if it wasn’t him? They’d not discussed including anyone else, but then again she’d not bothered with many questions when she’d agreed to this. She’d given them permission to do as they pleased.
Eve wanted to explore her sexuality and learn if she had it in her to be what these two men needed. Still, logic fought with the need burning in her gut. Somehow she had to put aside her concerns and consider them—the two men she’d said she trusted.
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 p-ssy 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. 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 p-ssy. “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 * intensified. Fresh moisture flooded between her legs, and Murphy groaned in her ear.
“Tonight you’ll be my 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.
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 p-ssy. 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 f*ck you right now.”
“Yes, please. Please, Sir, f*ck me. F*ck me.”
With no warning, a hard rap of fingers struck her *, slapping the mound of her p-ssy. 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 p-ssy 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 *. 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.
“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 p-ssy 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 * 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 f*cked?”
“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.
A hard thwack across her naked buttocks brought her up short. “Don’t go getting naughty now. We control this situation, little Eve, not you.” Murphy was back at her ear, whispering words that sent bolts of electricity straight to her *.
Chase picked up his camera and resumed taking pictures. Had it not been for the hard line of his jaw and the massive erection bulging in his pants, she would have thought he’d blown her off.
Another solid smack on her ass brought her back to Murphy at her ear. Somehow the pain in her rear didn’t scare her or curb her arousal. If anything, it intensified it. Although how she could get any more needy she couldn’t fathom.
“Please f*ck me,” she begged.
“Eventually we will. When we’re ready.”
To her surprise, Murphy reached between her thighs and swiped through her moisture a few times before he slid through the crease of her ass and pushed his lubricated fingers inside her hole. The stretching and burning came faster this time than before. He had to be using more fingers to stretch her wider. He wanted to prepare her for when they took her at the same time.
The sensation of fullness became intense as he tunneled forward. The moment she thought she’d hit the limit of what she could take, he dragged his fingers back out and elicited a streak of pleasure so extreme she nearly passed out.
She wanted to grind down on his fingers and do it again, but the restraints kept her unable to do so.
“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 *, 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 * 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 * 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.