Play With Me (Pleasure Playground) by Eliza Gayle Page A

sight behind her. Didn’t change the fact that his energy stirred the air around them. If her pussy wasn’t already soaked in anticipation from the day before, it sure as hell was now.
    His knee touched her back, and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted so much right now, her body pulsed with it. Eve tracked Chase’s movements across the room as he flipped on the built-in stereo controls. Sharp music with an industrial background filled the studio.
    “Don’t focus on the music. Let the beat be the background as you pay attention to me and my directions.” Murphy’s breath brushed through her hair, so close to her ear. A shudder raced down her spine. “Eyes on Chase, but it’s my voice that will command you today. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, Sir.” The dynamic from yesterday had definitely changed. Already the power from Murphy enveloped her in a tight embrace she desperately craved. Then Chase was squatting a few feet in front of her, his camera already covering his face, waiting for the perfect shot.
    A warm hand cupped her breast. Eve sighed and arched her back into the touch. Chase could take all the pictures he wanted. She didn’t care as long as Murphy didn’t stop. God, please don’t let him stop. Have to have more . Her breath came in small pants, her mouth opening for air.
    “That’s it, baby. Show Chase how much you love my touch.” Two fingers closed around her already beaded nipple and began a slow and steady squeeze. The pressure arced through her, shooting streaks of pleasure to every limb. Even when the pressure became painful, it wasn’t enough.
    “More.” A low chuckle sounded from behind her.
    “Don’t worry, little girl. You are going to get so much more today.”
    Suddenly the sweet ache at her nipple turned to a fiery pinch. She gasped and whimpered, her mind registering the intense pain and ordering her to stop it. Her hands moved to fix it.
    “Don’t you fucking move.” Taken aback by the harsh command from Murphy, Eve froze.
    He encircled her throat with one hand and gently squeezed, all the while his fingers tightened on that same nipple. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she fought to keep herself under control. When she didn’t think she could hold her position one second longer, Murphy released her nipple, and the sharp pain worsened as blood rushed back into the tip. Jesus H. Christ.
    Arousal spiked in her clit. Juices trickled between her thighs. Eve wiggled her ass, her only goal to create more friction between her legs.
    “Stop.” Murphy’s hand tightened on her neck. She froze. A sliver of fear broke through the need building in her cunt. “Another move like that and you’ll find yourself strung up to the ceiling with my belt burning your pretty little flesh.”
    Eve took the threat with the seriousness in which it had been delivered. For whatever reason the Dom voice had taken over, and she didn’t doubt a word Murphy spoke. She hated the fact she couldn’t see his eyes. Would she find anger? Or maybe lust. God she needed to see him.
    For a brief second she noticed the camera practically in her face as Chase moved around her. Until Murphy yanked her toward him, and her back arched across his knees. He’d not released his grip, but she trusted he would know if she had trouble breathing. As it was, she was only able to take short, shallow breaths with that much pressure on her windpipe.
    “Don’t be a bad girl, Eve. As much fun as it would be to punish you, I have better ideas for what we can do with our time. Don’t you?”
    Fuck yeah . She could reach for her clit and with one stroke get herself off. That’s how on edge they had her.
    “I can see the wheels turning in there. Is your pussy aching to be touched? I know my dick is rock hard and throbbing to be inside you.” Eve’s mouth watered. She’d loved giving head yesterday and would gladly take a cock in her mouth again if that’s what he wanted.