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

Anything he wanted, she would do.
    Please . She mouthed the word but didn’t have enough breath to be heard. Murphy bent closer until his lips barely touched hers.
    “I know. Me too.” His lips crashed down on hers, his fingers loosening their hold around her windpipe. She opened her mouth and his tongue dived in, seeking hers. The urgent pressure of the kiss tore through her, stealing what little air she had left. This was no sweet kiss. No, it had become a taking in every sense of the word. All teeth, lips, and tongue fighting for dominance. Eve kissed him back, her body going crazy for more of this man. She’d never forget this kiss in a million years.
    The moment he released his grip on her throat, she wanted to cry out for him to not stop. It dawned on her that she hadn’t been frightened at all. She’d been excited and more aroused than she’d ever remembered.
    Finally, his mouth released her, and they sat immobile for a few minutes, simply staring at each other. They both breathed heavily, and the rush of power swirling around her offered a sense of possession. Maybe even owned, if only in that brief moment in time. With her head resting on his thighs, she wanted to melt into him. To be a part of everything he needed in that moment. The here and now meant everything to her.
    “Spread your knees.”
    She quickly complied and spread them as wide as she could without breaking eye contact. The music trembled through her system, and the faint clicking of the camera sounded in the back of her mind. Chase wasn’t forgotten, but instead of being nervous or afraid of his camera, she wanted him to see her like this. To capture this extreme moment of pride and pleasure she felt.
    Murphy’s hand traced her collarbone from one side to the other, a light teasing motion that bordered on tickling. Goose bumps rose on her skin, and he grinned down at her.
    “I like you like this. All soft and open. Willing. That’s the word I’d call it. Are you willing, Eve?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She bit her bottom lip to control the wide smile threatening to break out. He trailed his fingers to her breasts, but maintained the featherlight touch. She ached for a heavy hand, but he was in control and she was here to simply please him.
    He skimmed farther down her torso, where he circled and dipped a fingertip into her belly button.
    “God, do you have any idea how delicious these curves look?” A jolt streaked through her stomach then. A silly reminder that she needed to be careful here. If she gave herself fully to these men, she might not make it back. She couldn’t afford to lose herself. She had to hold on to a piece of control.
    A strong finger slipped between the folds of her sex, only glancing across her swollen bud. Her body jerked, and she gasped from the fleeting pleasure. Already he’d moved on to the opening where he teased and circled. Eve canted her hips, eager for him to dip inside. To fuck her with his finger like he wanted to with his dick.
    The sudden image of him thrusting in and out of her aching sex proved her undoing. She whimpered with the need of it. Instead, his fingers spread her lips wide and the clicking of the damned camera sounded nonstop. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—tear her eyes from Murphy, but every instinct warned that Chase was documenting every curve and fold more thoroughly than any doctor ever had.
    Unbidden, a giggle slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
    “You finding this funny?”
    “He’s taking close-ups, isn’t he?”
    Murphy smiled wickedly at her. “Maybe.”
    She should have laughed, but despite the curve of his luscious mouth, the serious heat shining in his eyes clogged her throat and made her think of sex again. Fuck the camera. Someone needed to fuck her already.
    “I need to come, Sir.”
    “I know you do.” That wasn’t the response she’d been hoping for. Although he did stop holding her open and went back to massaging the tender skin of her pussy.
    He rubbed