the entire time the cock was in her mouth. Although she had no regrets that it had been Murphy. Her body buzzed with need and here, like this, she couldn’t deny she’d wanted both of them. 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 had happened. Now her body buzzed with an energy that had nowhere to go. Bitter resentment filled her despite the pleasure she’d experienced only 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. “Relax. Everything is fine, baby. You did such an amazing 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 said. A heavy pit had settled in her stomach, and she needed to get out of here. Her mind was on overload and 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 muscles, her skin felt prickly and painful. On top of that, the shame of sitting on his soft leather pants with no barrier from her pussy 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
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 had happened. Now her body buzzed with an energy that had nowhere to go. Bitter resentment filled her despite the pleasure she’d experienced only 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. “Relax. Everything is fine, baby. You did such an amazing 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 said. A heavy pit had settled in her stomach, and she needed to get out of here. Her mind was on overload and 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 muscles, her skin felt prickly and painful. On top of that, the shame of sitting on his soft leather pants with no barrier from her pussy 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
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