Chapter Eight
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Eve moaned again, and Chase smiled. “I think she wants us to put her out of her misery.”
“Her misery?” Murphy changed his rhythm and rolled his hips instead of pounding into her. “Try mine. The little minx is trying to milk it out of me.”
“I guess we’ll have to keep teaching her lessons about who’s in control here, then.” Chase tightened his hold on her head. “Look at me, darling.”
Her glassy gaze turned to his, and he waited for the clouds to clear. “Stop thinking about how desperate your need is. It’s our p-ssy now, and we tell you when you can make it come. We know what you need. Do you understand?”
She blinked and groaned her assent. “If you come before given permission”—he reached down and fingered her *—“you’ll have to be punished.”
Damn, he enjoyed pushing her. She sucked harder, and he wondered what he’d done to deserve her submission. And it was f*cking beautiful. Everything about her was. Every time he fisted a handful of hair and tugged, her eyes opened wide and he grabbed her attention. She hummed her pleasure and wriggled against his fingers.
With each driving thrust of his cock, Eve opened wider, allowing him the deepest access to her mouth. “That’s it, Eve. Show me how much you want to come.”
Her lips firmed around his cock, and the suction she applied increased. With her vigorously working his shaft and the visual of Murphy pounding into her with surprising force, Chase steeled himself for the inevitable loss of control. It was an incredible sight to see Murphy’s cock slick with her juices shuttling in and out of her pink flesh. Every new thrust drew another moan from her, sending an electric current straight up his dick. Need seized Chase in a gut-wrenching grip. He added his own moan to the chorus from Murphy and Eve as they rode their way to bliss. For one fleeting moment he thought about this going on forever.
He released her * and savored the cry of protest vibrating along his dick. Chase couldn’t hold out much longer. His balls tightened, and cum boiled hot and ready for an orgasm he knew would blow his mind.
“Come, Eve. Come now!” Chase commanded when he felt his cock swell. Not two seconds later he exploded, shooting streams of cum down her throat. Her eyes slid closed and she swallowed him down, not missing a drop.
Murphy shuddered and shouted, “F*cking A!” as he too lost the fight.
When Eve’s orgasm hit, her screams were muffled by his cock still shoved in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back and her face turned serene. The beauty of her pleasure consumed him. A twinge of regret for missing out on her p-ssy clenching around him flared momentarily. He banked it down and slid from her mouth. He’d have more of her very soon.
Murphy slowly pulled from Eve, removed the condom, and threw it in the trash. Together they sank to the bed, limp and exhausted. Physically Chase was spent, but the turmoil in his mind had increased. They’d finished the photo shoot, and per his instructions it was the end to their scene. So why did his chest ache for more?
He reached for her bound wrists and quickly untied them. The skin was red and slightly chafed. She might have some faint marks the next day, but nothing beyond that. For a few minutes he massaged the tender area, easing the blood flow back to normal. Reluctantly he released her hands, and Eve curled into his embrace, the heat from her body seeping into his weary frame.
Murphy gave him a knowing look as he took up the position against her backside. In a different time or place he might embrace the rightness of this scenario. Instead it brought back memories he didn’t want to revisit. He’d thought sharing a woman with Murphy before on a permanent basis had been an ideal situation. With their friendship and business partnership it made sense. Too bad it hadn’t lasted. Not only had Cynthia attempted to twist their relationship in a power play, she’d done everything in her power to break the friendship he had with Murphy.
Luckily they’d both realized what she was up to and put an end to their ménage before things went too far.
Chase stroked the side of Eve’s face, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them closed. He sensed she was hovering on the edge of consciousness and deep sleep. They’d put her through a lot in the last two days, and her grit impressed him.
She’d been easy enough to work with for a photo shoot, but would she give her submission so willingly without a paycheck attached to it? Honestly, he didn’t doubt her submission, but he’d expected more resistance.
What else would she not fight? He’d had some intense picture ideas lately but had brushed them aside when none of the models seemed to fit what he’d been looking for. Eve, on the other hand… She was the stuff fantasies were made of. Beautiful and curvy, she’d make the perfect retro pinup girl. He’d always had a bit of an obsession with that look. Something to think about, but not exactly what he had in mind at the moment. He wanted to push her submission. To capture the look in her eyes every time he found something new that scared her.
She wasn’t a model, so she didn’t have a lot of experience. Exactly why the photos they’d already taken were his best ever and why she’d be perfect for what he had in mind.
Damn. It was hard not to think about how perfectly she fit between them. His dick stirred at the thought. He’d let her rest for a while, and then he’d have some more fun.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Murphy whispered.
Chase tore his gaze from the sleeping Eve and faced his friend. He knew exactly what he thought. He wanted to keep her. Guilt ripped into Chase. He was more than willing to play with her some more, but anything beyond that was out of the question.
“No, Murph. I’m not.” He lied because he had to. Giving Murphy false hope was out of the question.
The joy in Murphy’s eyes clouded with a dark look. “Well, if you don’t want her, then I’ll keep her.”
Anger moved through Chase before he could consider why. He was not a jealous man, and in fact the thought of photographing the two of them f*cking got him half-hard again.
The two of them f*cking with him not in the picture just pissed him off.
“We just need to get her out of our system. She’s incredibly responsive to us both, and it’s been a damn long time.”
“You’ve really turned cold.” Murphy didn’t wait for a response. He lifted himself from the bed and headed for the door. “Don’t be an idiot, Chase. You aren’t fooling anyone.”
He watched Murphy doing his best to ignore his friend’s pain. He’d be back. And in the meantime he had a sweet, warm woman in his bed he really wanted to work with. He suspected they’d barely scratched the surface when it came to her rigid control. He needed to explore her triggers. Dig down and find out why she needed to be restrained to let go and see how much further she’d follow them.
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Hey, sleepy woman.” She sighed at his voice but didn’t open her eyes. Usually content with one play scene here and there, Chase realized he wanted more from Eve. Whatever this was might not last long, but he could spend some time with her, teach her to overcome her fears, and give them all some memories to last a lifetime.
Sounded simple enough. If he could just get her awake.
“C’mon, beautiful, wake up.”
She stirred restlessly. “I’m awake,” she murmured.
“Uh-huh. Sure you are.” He pressed his lips to hers, reveling in the soft warmth that greeted him. “I have a proposition for you. But first I need something else.”
Chase grabbed her knee and pushed her legs apart, exposing her p-ssy to his view. The need to be inside her consumed him.
“Chase, what are you doing?”
“I’m still hungry.”
Her lips tilted into a half smile, and her lids opened partially. Where he expected to see annoyance or plain exhaustion, he recognized heat and need mirroring his own.
“I’m curious, though…” He trailed kisses along her jawline until she tilted her head back, giving him full access to her neck. Her sighs of pleasure fueled him on. “I’m wondering why you wanted so badly to be tied up. Why were you so willing to volunteer for this assignment when you had no real experience?”
Eve’s body tensed. It was as if every muscle contracted at the same time, leaving her stiff as a board. Yeah, he’d hit a nerve all right. When she didn’t answer right away, he decided he’d come back to that later if he had to. When her body splayed out for him wasn’t such a distraction.
“I like the way it feels.” Her answer came on a rough whisper. She may have tensed up, but her desire still burned hotly inside. Good. The more she needed, the more likely he’d get the answers he wanted. She hadn’t lied, but there was certainly more to the story.
He trailed his fingers to her chest, where he circled the tightening nipples until they were hard, jutting points. Leaning forward, he licked the irresistible flesh.
One nip and one lick to each breast before he captured one of the tips between his teeth. She arched to him, gasping for breath. Not to bring all the focus on just one, Chase brought his hand to the bare nipple. He twisted and worried it between his fingers in rhythm with his teeth on the other, eliciting a cry from Eve.
“Oh—Chase—more.”
Right then he decided teasing and tormenting his little sub would be his new favorite thing to do. Watching her wiggle and worm around on the bed, trying to find the right friction that would get her off, amused the hell out of him.
“Be still,” he ordered.
For a moment she froze in place before a firm pinch to her nipple got her moving again. “Be still, or I stop.”
That got her attention. She quit wiggling and whimpered her displeasure. She had so much to learn. She also needed to be restrained. He felt it clear to his bones that simply f*cking her would give them both pleasure, but not compared to the heights they rose to when she was helpless to comply.
Chase rose to his knees and grabbed a wrist. “Would you feel better if I bound you?”
Her eyes grew wide. She didn’t speak or move her head. Although the flare of her nose, the sharp intake of breath, and the heat in her eyes gave her away. He silently attached one wrist to the headboard with a leather cuff already connected by rope. He pulled the knot taut. Her arm was stretched so she couldn’t move, but not so much she’d be in constant pain.
Out of nowhere Murphy appeared on the other side of the bed. He grabbed her other arm and repeated Chase’s moves.
“More?”
“No, not this time.” Chase settled back on the mattress, this time between the warmth of her legs.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he slid two fingers through her slit. “You’re very wet.” He rimmed her swollen * a few times before stroking from * to anus. There he rubbed the tiny hole and watched Eve try to squirm away. “If this is what I want, will you say no?”
“I-I’ve never—”
“Why the hell not?” He left her backside and pushed his fingers deep inside her p-ssy. Her slick heat gripped him, forcing him deeper.
She struggled against her bonds, gasping for air.
“You’re obviously open-minded and incredibly responsive to everything we’ve tried. How has no one taken you there?”
Still no answer…
He removed his fingers and lifted them to her mouth. “Open.” He was starting to get annoyed by her lack of candor.
Eve shook her head.
With his other hand he tweaked a nipple, twisting until she cried out from the shock of pain. He pushed his fingers inside her mouth. Eve hesitantly stroked her tongue across his fingers, tasting her own juice. Chase’s cock swelled at the sight and sensation of it, and Murphy groaned next to them.
“Aren’t you going to join us?”
“Hell, no. This is too good of a show to miss.” Murphy grasped his already hard cock in a tight fist and pumped.
Chase laughed and returned his attention to Eve. She’d begun to suck on his fingers like she’d done to his cock earlier. The pleasure was like an electric shot straight to his balls.
“I need a condom.”
Murphy opened the bedside table and produced two. He threw one onto the bed and handed him the other. Chase cocked his eyebrow at the one lying on the sheets.
“What? I’m optimistic.”
Chase shook his head and slid his fingers free from Eve. The slight moan of regret she made surprised him. Quickly he ripped into the condom and covered his cock. Eve’s legs were spread wide, and the slight tremble he detected turned him on.
“She’s so needy. Not sure if I should give in yet.” Chase enjoyed the tease but knew damn well that waiting was out of the question. He placed the tip of his shaft at her slit and rubbed her up and down.
“Her p-ssy is practically begging you, Chase. Do it. F*ck her.” Murphy pumped harder. The sounds of rough flesh on flesh filled the room.
Chase drove forward, taking her in one powerful thrust. Eve’s head tipped back on a long cry, and Murphy moaned in tandem.
Holding still, Chase grabbed her bent legs and pushed them up her sides. In this position her p-ssy opened wide for deeper contact and she couldn’t move her hips. He began an easy and controlled glide in and out, making sure to hit every nerve ending he could find.
“Chase—Oh God—Murphy!”
Chase laughed. “Well, which one is it?” He paused to wait for her answer.
“No, no, please don’t stop.”
Murphy crawled on the bed. Not close enough to touch, but enough to be clearly in her line of sight. Her eyes bugged wide at the vision of him jerking on his cock harder than she could imagine. She’d yet to experience the full extent of how rough he liked to get.
Chase leaned forward. “Imagine him f*cking you like that, sweetheart. The heat and friction from a good hard f*cking… You think you’re ready for that?” His words taunted her, yet clearly did not dissuade her.
“Enough of that.” He cupped her chin and brought her gaze to his. “Eyes on me. I’m the one f*cking you.”
He began slow, smooth strokes with his cock again, making sure to bump her sweet spot when their bodies met. Her clenching muscles did their level best to suck him deeper each and every time.
She looked him straight in the eye and said, “Harder. Please.”
The throaty plea nearly stripped Chase of his control. Murphy’s neck muscles flexed and bunched obscenely, evidencing his complete surrender to release. “Do it, Murph. Come on her.”
Murphy pumped three times more and his cock erupted. Streams of cum covered her stomach and breasts. Eve fought furiously against her restraints, lost in a storm of sensation. With her eyes glazed and mouth open, she appeared totally immersed in enjoying the moment. She’d let go of whatever it was that kept holding her back.
Chase increased his pace, tunneling harder into Eve. Her body shook under the onslaught. Still she begged for more. Her need to come rode her hard, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.
He pressed his finger against Eve’s *, the movement creating an involuntary rough jerk to spiral through her. Her whimpers turned to desperate cries. She was at the pinnacle of her release.
“Come, Eve. Come now.”
Her eyes rolled back on a long wail. Her muscles gripped his dick so violently, the pleasure claimed his own release. The need for her was so strong that with cum pumping into the condom, fierce regret over not being able to come inside her tore him to shreds. The mere thought of skin-on-skin contact burned him alive.
Chase’s arms and legs shook. His chest heaved as he fought for air. This woman rocked his world. Which wasn’t something he admitted easily, even to himself. Watching her face go lax and her heavy breathing, he eased from her body. He averted his eyes from Murphy, who slowly moved from the bed. To meet his friend’s gaze now would give away his vulnerability, and then he’d never f*cking leave him alone.
Yes, he definitely needed to explore Eve and her submission. Without a doubt. But a long-term relationship between the three of them was simply out of the question. Chase removed the condom and dropped it into the bedside trash. He didn’t want to leave her like this for long. He turned to make a beeline for the bathroom and came face-to-face with Murphy. Their gazes locked. The air between them thinned. Murphy studied him. Not exactly a hard task when he currently felt like an open book. Without a word he handed a warm, wet cloth to him and stood back—observing.
Chase returned to Eve’s side and gently cleaned her. He easily removed the restraints from her wrists and rubbed them softly to ensure proper circulation. He recognized the soft, misty-eyed gaze she turned on him. They were on dangerous ground, and he should simply end things now and walk away. Job over. A good time had by all. But he couldn’t—or wouldn’t. What the hell was the difference at this point?
He pulled himself together and smiled down at her. She didn’t know he ached for his camera right now. That the desire to capture her afterglow ate away at his resolve.
“I bet you’d enjoy a hot shower right about now.” Murphy leaned across the mattress and planted a kiss on Eve’s hip.
A slow smile spread across her face, followed by a slight blush. “I need to go home. It must be getting late by now.” She began to move from the bed, and Chase captured her legs.
“Uh-uh. Not so fast.”
“Are we not done with the photos?” The worried look on her face almost made him laugh. Their scared little sub was ready to rabbit out of the building.
“We’ve got more than we need for the client.” He trailed his fingers from the inside of her ankle to the back of her knee, her stiff inhale a reward that spurred him on. “I have a new proposal for you.”
Eve struggled to sit up. He held her firmly in place. “At least let me cover myself.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and frowned, marring her forehead with worry lines.
“No,” both men said in unison.
“We like you just like this. In fact I’d like to see a lot more of you like this.”
“What—What are you saying?”
Chase couldn’t quite name the emotion he saw in her gaze. Not quite fear. Not quite happiness. Wariness maybe.
“I’d like to take more pictures.”
“But I thought you said you had enough.”
“Yes, for the client. These would not be for anyone but myself.”
“And me,” Murphy chimed in.