Play With Me (Pleasure Playground) by Eliza Gayle

harder, and the friction heated her through. Her brain fogged up, and she didn’t have clear thoughts anymore. “It’s not time for you to come yet, little girl. You’re still holding back. Tell me why?”
    Eve tried to focus on his question, but she couldn’t. Every thought and impulse in her body was centered on her needy clit and her pulse beating through it. She pushed her hips against his hand and wiggled her bottom. He rubbed harder but remained firmly away from the one spot she wanted. Her cries of frustration filled the room, and Murphy only smiled down at her.
    “No matter how hard you try, you won’t come until I tell you to. I will control everything today, not you. Feel that. Think about it. Let it wrap around you like a warm blanket.” His fingers slipped a few inches higher, and she nearly exploded when they finally hit the place she needed them to be.
    Lightning quick, her body tensed for the oncoming orgasm. He rubbed harder. “You will not come yet, Eve. I have not given permission.”
    “What? Oh no. Please, Murphy, Sir. I can’t hold it back. Please let me.”
    “No,” he commanded loudly. Still he rubbed even stronger. No way would she be able to stop the inferno raging through her.
    “I’m going to come. Please—Oh God—I can’t—Stop!”
    Murphy stopped rubbing and grabbed her clit in a vise-tight grip between two fingers. Sudden pain sliced through her. Her release froze, teetering on a cliff. “Pinch your nipple,” he ordered.
    Eve grabbed the opposite nipple from the tender one he’d worked before and squeezed.
    “Oh c’mon, be serious. I said pinch it.”
    She pressed harder.
    “More.”
    Again she increased the pressure until the combination of pain between clit and nipple rivaled each other. When the pain reached the crescendo of her tolerance, something odd happened. Her mind went into overdrive, everything fell away, and a cloud of softness settled over her.
    She floated on the edges of her mind. No longer in any pain. Safe . That’s the word she was looking for. A comfortable, happy safeness she’d never felt before.
    “There you go. So beautiful. Such joy on your face. Even better than an orgasm.” Eve didn’t know what was going on, but she still wanted more. She needed Murphy to keep going. As if he’d read her mind, he bent his head to her skin and bit into her flesh. Little sharp bites on her neck that sent her soaring even further.
    “Get her to the bed.” She vaguely heard Chase’s voice in the background. Murphy removed his mouth from her skin, and she cried out in protest.
    “Shhh. Trust me, Eve. It’s about to get even better.” He shifted her body and scooped her into his arms, lifting her from the ground. Her legs ached a little, but it seemed unimportant. The music grew louder, and she let the steady beat flow through her. She liked the tune, even though she had no idea what it was.
    Murphy laid her on the pretty red silk sheets where she gasped at the cool touch on her flaming-hot skin. She’d grown incredibly sensitive to everything.
    “Lie back and raise your arms over your head and grab the hook there.” She listened to Murphy give her instructions, fascinated with the movement of his lush lips. She did as he asked and grabbed on to the smooth, round metal that reminded her of a giant eyehook.
    While she’d gotten lost in her thoughts, Murphy had grabbed some more of the strong black rope and now stood over her, wrapping her wrists. It dawned on her that in everything that had gone on thus far, she’d completely forgotten about the rope halter still tied around her body, despite the tight pull she got from it every time she moved. Now she wanted more. She liked the snug, safe feel of it and wondered what her whole body would feel like wrapped up tight by Murphy.
    “Spread your legs.” She opened her legs, and cool air brushed against her sex. A new ache bloomed for more of Murphy’s touch. God. He needed to stop torturing her