Chapter Five
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Eve’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at the pleasure storming through her. Murphy’s wicked manipulation of her p-ssy drove her fast and hard to the edge of what promised to be an explosion.
She tried to buck her hips to increase the friction, but the ropes she’d momentarily forgotten about restricted her movement. Her pleasure was at the complete mercy of Murphy’s whim. Frustration at his maddeningly slow pace erupted in the form of a series of whimpers.
“I think she likes it.” Murphy’s voice mocked her predicament, and the deep hum of agreement from Chase inflamed everything swirling inside her. Damn them for this. If he’d just angle his finger a little higher and rub her *…
“Enough.” The harsh command from Chase startled her. But the withdrawal of Murphy’s touch left her breathless and hot. She couldn’t take this teasing any longer. Not after sitting tied for so long with nothing to do but think about everything she couldn’t see. The sound of Chase taking hundreds of pictures, Murphy stirring on the couch, and occasionally someone breathing heavily. Her arms ached, but she’d passed pain and fear a while ago and was left with a constant ache she found oddly comforting. Which of course made no sense at all.
Until Murphy had touched her. In an instant she’d gone up in flames, and the need for their touch became more painful than anything she’d experienced thus far.
“Please,” she whispered, breaking the rules. It didn’t matter. In fact nothing at all mattered other than the two men she knew stood just in front of her. Waiting for what, she had no idea.
“Please what?” Chase’s voice sounded next to her ear. So close his breath caressed her face. Tears sprang to her eyes. He was right here. So close she could smell him. Warm skin with the faintest tang of sweat. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, of licking the side of his neck from shoulder to ear.
“Need—touch.” Even the harsh crack of her voice didn’t faze her. “Please.”
“I could f*ck you now, Eve, couldn’t I?”
“Yes,” she answered with a heavy breath. He could do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop touching her.
“Would you give me anything I wanted? No matter what it was?”
Chase’s question caught her off guard. Her mind warred between answering yes and thinking logically. What if he made her do something truly awful? A fresh stab of fear pierced through the lust swamping her.
“That’s what I thought. You aren’t yet ready to fully submit.” Displaced air brushed her face as she imagined Chase moving away from her. Oh God, no, he couldn’t walk away now.
“I’m sorry—I don’t know—” The stark sound of metal scraping against metal when a zipper was released distracted her from her thoughts. Maybe he’d decided to do it anyway.
“Open your mouth, baby, and suck me.”
For a split second, Eve’s mind reeled. She squeezed her eyes tight behind the blindfold and instinctively obeyed. Smooth, searing-hot flesh slid between her lips, the fat crown of Chase’s cock brushing against her tongue. She moaned at the overwhelming sensation and taste of this man. He felt like steel encased in velvet-soft skin stretched taut. The thought that he ached as much as she did for this did her in.
Eve stretched her mouth wider, wanting more of him, wanting every inch she possibly could. He fed her several more inches before pulling back out, leaving only the tip to rest on her tongue. Liquid heat spread from her tingling scalp to the tips of her toes, tightening her nipples to near pain and flooding her sex with so much moisture she ached with need. Never in her life had her cravings become so intense.
She screamed in her head for him to please keep going, but the helplessness of her situation gave her absolutely no control. She moaned around his thick cock, her tongue vibrating against him. His resulting groan encouraged her to work harder. Eve tightened her lips around his shaft and sucked as hard as she could.
“Ahhhhh.”
His moans encouraged her to keep going. To do everything possible to please him until he too lost a little bit of his legendary control.
“Harder.” She didn’t recognize the hard, guttural voice demanding more from her. Eve’s p-ssy responded to his need with a rush of blood to her groin. Her * swelled, and she seriously began to think she’d go insane if someone didn’t touch her.
More of his hard length slipped between her lips, and Eve swallowed him until his cock hit the back of her throat. She struggled against the bindings on her arms at the thought of digging her fingers into his thighs and gaining leverage for her movements. Tears of frustration sprang to her eyes over what little she could do. If her hands were free, she’d be able to cup his balls and squeeze the sensitive sac, giving him even more pleasure.
Moving her head, she slid up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking continuously along the underside. In between each new thrust she took a few seconds to suck hard on the pulsing crown, pulling moans from him each time. Pleasure continued to rise in her body as he grew harder, his movements getting choppy.
His fingers dug into her hair, giving him the leverage for his insistent strokes. She had him now. Her helplessness transformed into power, the kind that freed her to take more of what Chase had to give. Somehow she relaxed her throat and he slipped farther inside. Free to accept his possession, her sex pounded mercilessly while the rest of her trembled in desperate rhythm with his hips. Blood roared in her ears until the groans and words from Chase became indiscernible.
One hand moved down to grab on to her shoulder, his fingers tightening on her skin. His dick swelled, stretching her jaw to its limit.
A loud cry broke through the fog in her head at the same time heated jets of cum spurted to the back of her throat. With the salty essence exploding on her tongue, the blindfold was yanked from her eyes. Even in the dim light, she squinted against the shock of sudden brightness.
“F*ck yeah, baby, swallow it all.”
Her lids lifted, and she nearly choked in surprise. It wasn’t Chase f*cking her mouth. No, the cum she so greedily took came from Murphy.
Moments later he released her head and shoulder and brushed her cheek. His cock slipped from her lips, and she inhaled sharply. God, she didn’t know what to think anymore. He’d tricked her. She’d thought of Chase the entire time the cock was in her mouth, but she didn’t regret that it had been Murphy. Her body buzzed with need and here, like this, she couldn’t deny she’d wanted both men. Still did. Heat flooded her cheeks at the self-confession.
Eve tried to steady her breathing, but it was impossible with the wall of pleasure pressing down on her. She glanced around the room and searched for Chase with no success.
“He isn’t here anymore,” Murphy stated. He pushed his cock back into his leathers and refastened them. The lingering sensation of him urgently taking her mouth filled her mind. The hum of arousal inside her had moved to a full roar, and Murphy made no move to touch her. In fact, the look on his face seemed that of regret.
Eve wanted to say something, to beg him to help her, but she couldn’t do it. The moment she’d been hoping for had passed with Chase’s exit. Whenever the hell that happened. Now her body buzzed with an energy that had nowhere to go. Bitter resentment filled her despite the pleasure she’d experienced moments ago. Even knowing it was partially Murphy’s command she’d been under couldn’t take that away from her. She’d loved having his cock in her mouth and relished the thought of doing it again and again.
Still. Her inability to hold Chase’s focus pained her. Why didn’t he want her too? Her brain worked frantically to figure it out while panic rose at her inability to move. Eve thrashed in the chair, pulling at her restraints.
“Eve, stop.” Murphy cupped her cheeks and forced her gaze to his. “Everything is fine, baby. You did such a good job today. I know Chase is extremely pleased with what he saw.”
“I don’t care about the pictures. It wasn’t the point,” she spat. A heavy pit had settled in her stomach, and she needed to get out of here. She couldn’t take it anymore. “Untie me.”
Murphy didn’t hesitate. He moved behind her and went to work on her restraints. The more he tugged on the rope, the harder she fought back, trying to free herself. Her arms tingled, and she wasn’t sure she could feel her hands.
“Stop. Calm down. You’re making it harder for me to get you undone. Stop struggling and give me a few minutes to get you free.”
Eve stilled at the firm tone of his voice. Her heart beat frantically, but she worked to settle herself down. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.
“You’re loose now, but I need you to remain calm. Let me take care of you.” Murphy lifted her from the chair and carried her to the couch. He sank into the leather and settled her on top of him with her back facing his front. He gently began massaging her right arm, working the muscles loose from the long period of immobility.
For nearly all the time Chase took pictures, she’d barely noticed anything more than mild discomfort. Nothing she couldn’t handle. But now with her mind racing, and Murphy’s hands working her flesh, her skin felt prickly and painful. On top of that, the shame of sitting on his soft leather pants with no barrier from her p-ssy drove her a little crazy. When he finally moved her off him, he would see her shame in all its wetness ruining his expensive pants.
“You’re worrying too much.”
“No—No I’m fine,” she lied.
“Uh-huh. Don’t think for a second just because I’m not looking at your face that I can’t feel every emotional response in your body language. Not to mention the increasing tension in these muscles.”
Murphy had moved on to her left arm, and while his strong fingers felt incredibly good on her skin, it wasn’t her arms that needed his attention.
“Lean back,” he whispered at her ear, the warm air caressing her skin.
Eve hesitated. She wanted to go home. She needed to curl up in her own bed, with her own thoughts, and figure out what had gone wrong. Why Chase had turned away from her.
The hands wrapped around her biceps tightened and pulled her back. Eve didn’t want to fight. Still, when she leaned against his chest she didn’t relax. She held part of her weight away from him with the use of her stomach muscles.
Thwap! Murphy slapped her thigh, catching her completely off guard. She gasped at the stinging heat spreading through her leg.
“Stop trying to hold yourself back from me, Eve.” That stern in-command voice had returned and Eve swore some of her resistance melted inside. She sighed into Murphy, giving in to the need to be close to him. In a few minutes she would compose herself and go home, but for now she would take advantage of what he offered and asked for. Besides, he’d begun working his magical fingers on her hips, thighs, and belly. Maybe there was hope for that orgasm after all. Certainly the need for release was what twisted her guts in a knot.
Before long, he’d created a state of euphoria in her that led her to a point halfway between the need pulsing in her p-ssy and the desire to sleep. Then his hands touched her breasts and the simmering flame leaped to a small fire.
“I know, Eve, I know. There isn’t a doubt in my mind about what you need. But you have walls. Thick ones that you need to let down. So, until you’re ready to tell us what you want, really tell us, you can’t have it.”
His thumb and forefinger pressed on her sensitive nipples at the end of his statement, and Eve cried out. Not from pain. No, she loved the way he gently tormented her. Her cries had to do with her inability to voice the need they’d created in her. She jumped from Murphy’s lap, her embarrassment briefly lost in the face of her desire to escape.
“I have to go.” She grabbed her clothes from the floor and rushed to the dressing room without a glance back at Murphy. Once there, she closed and locked the door and hurriedly dressed. The quicker she got out, the quicker she could make sense of what had happened today.
Five minutes later Eve unlocked and opened the door a fraction, looking to see if Murphy had followed her. When she saw no one, she breathed a sigh of relief. He’d obviously decided to let her go. She opened the door, rushed to her desk, and grabbed her purse.
Now all she had to do was make it out the door without either one of them catching her and she’d be home free.
“Where are you going?”
Shit.
She didn’t want to turn around and face Chase. Not yet. Until she had her emotions under control, she was entirely too vulnerable. After an hour with her battery-operated boyfriend and about eight hours of sleep, then she might be up to it. But now? No way.
“I’m going home for the night.” She did her best to hide the quaver in her voice and prayed he’d leave it at that.
Chase grabbed her arm and led her down the corridor toward the exit without another word. At the door, he backed her into the wall and bracketed her face with his hands. He seared her clear down to her soul with the hunger in his gaze before lowering his lips to hers. With the tense lines in his face and the angry demeanor she thought she’d picked up on, she expected a rough taking of her mouth.
Instead his lips slid across hers softly, sending shivers of sensation straight to her stomach and other warm places in her body. He took the time to taste and learn before his tongue dipped inside, coaxing her mouth open. The deeper he went, the weaker Eve felt, until her knees wobbled and she thought her legs would give out.
The warm, soothing kiss acted like a balm to her frazzled nerves. She’d begun to tumble into a well of helplessness after leaving Murphy as she recalled everything she’d endured. Although endured hardly suited how she’d felt. Everything they’d done made her want more until no matter what they did it wasn’t enough.
Now this kiss…
Chase delved deeper, increasingly forceful, until he’d begun to devour her where she stood. Tongue and teeth worked in tandem to rob her senses while he staked a claim. What else could you call something so intense, so fraught with need, her p-ssy flooded with moisture?
The inferno blazing inside her raged out of control. Thoughts of begging pushed at her brain. She grabbed at his waist. The need to be close—to have more of him—melted through her fear. When she thought she couldn’t take another second more before she combusted, he jerked back and out of her reach.
“Jesus, Eve.” He clenched his fingers in his hair and looked away.
Fresh tears pooled in her eyes, but they held no comparison to the painful need throbbing between her thighs. “Touch me, Chase…” Her legs shook out of control. “I need more…”
Eve slipped her hand beneath her skirt. Trembling fingers slid along the soaking-wet flesh. “I swear it won’t take much. One touch…”
Chase grabbed her wrist and yanked it away from her p-ssy. The dark look in his eyes was like molten lava to her insides.
“No.” He placed her arm above her head and locked it in place with a tight grip. “If this is going to keep going, you need to learn right now that your pleasure will only come from Murphy or me. Never your own hand unless we’ve directed it.”
Eve cried out and squirmed against his hold. She was ready to crawl up his body like a cat in heat if that’s what it took. What the hell was pride at this point anyway?
Chase kissed his way from the edge of her shoulder to the shell of her ear while he caressed the inside of her thigh with his free hand mere inches from where she desperately needed him to be. But it was the rock-hard ridge pushing into her hip that commanded her attention. He was as turned on as she.
“Don’t touch your p-ssy tonight,” he whispered, the sound an unmistakable command. “You started this and I plan to finish it.” Chase chose that moment to drag one finger through her slit. Eve cried out from the overload of sensation. Her knees buckled. Thanks to the strong grip he maintained on her arm, she stayed right where he wanted her.
“Please…” She couldn’t have held back the plea if she’d wanted to. She’d known Chase and Murphy would play her body like a finely tuned instrument, but she’d underestimated her own response. Now she needed an orgasm as much as her next breath, and he’d just denied her.
“I intend to give you everything you need and then some.” He removed his finger and released her arm, and Eve barely caught herself from falling. “But not tonight.”
Eve had no idea what to do with that. The ache bordered on painful, and he’d just ordered her no satisfaction. Was he f*cking crazy? As quickly as a flash fire in a pan of grease on the stove, her aching desire turned to anger.
“You’re being such an a*shole. Is it really all that much to ask for some relief? F*ck, Chase. Have some pity.”
The smug smile that crossed his face fanned the flames. She suddenly wanted to knock that look from his face.
“Consider this a test. Or a last chance to say no if you need that. I could send the client the pictures we have already and I think he’d be pleased, although there were a few more shots I wanted to get tomorrow.” He took a step forward, putting her within arm’s reach again. “I’m not doing this to punish you. You were incredible today. But right now I need you to trust me. If you touch that pretty little cunt of yours tonight, don’t come in. You can take the day off with pay and return to your former position on Monday. No harm, no foul.”
With that he turned and walked in the direction of his office. No rebuttal permitted, no allowing her a response. Nothing. She slid to the floor, finally allowing the tears she’d held back to drip down her cheeks. With Chase gone, her emotions crashed down on her. Panic at the thought of Murphy or Chase finding her like that gripped her insides and pushed her to her feet. Home. She had to get there.
She was now certain she’d bitten off more than she expected and that any sane woman would leave and never return. By the same token she knew without a doubt she’d return in the morning.