Free Play With Me (Pleasure Playground) by Eliza Gayle

arms bound, to be in a position of total reliance on these two virile men.
    “Well then, pretty lady, let’s you and I head to the studio and get ready. I think Chase mentioned he had some more work to do here.”
    She glanced at Chase and almost laughed out loud at the way he glared at Murphy. If she hadn’t known better, she might have read something more into that. But she knew this was a job. An incredibly sexy, screw-me-to-the-wall-when-we’re-done kind of job, but still a job.
    Murphy grabbed her hand and led her from the room and away from Chase.
    “I haven’t checked any of the messages that came in yesterday. Shouldn’t I do some of that first?” She prayed he’d say no. The thought of trying to sit at her desk, going about business as usual sounded like the worst possible scenario for her day.
    Rope. She wanted to feel Murphy’s rough hands sliding across her flesh as he tied her up and had his way with her. Eve swallowed back the groan that would have given her away.
    “Nope. Already taken care of. We asked the answering service to field all the calls for a couple of days. So you have nothing to worry about but doing the best you can for the last of these photos. In fact, I should have had Chase show you a couple from yesterday.” He held open the door of the studio for her, and she passed underneath his arm. “I think you’ll like them. Chase and I think they’re incredible.”
    “Really?” She glanced down at her modest outfit, which did a good job of hiding her flaws and emphasizing some of her assets, like her boobs. She always went for the cleavage. But naked? Naked and incredible were two words she wouldn’t have thought to string together when referring to her appearance.
    She didn’t hate her body, but she sure as hell didn’t live in some denial-warped bubble where she convinced herself she looked as good as their regular models. Lucky for her, plenty of men enjoyed generous curves and a woman who wasn’t ashamed of them.
    Eve stopped short when she caught sight of the studio changes from yesterday. The couch had been removed and replaced with a bed. A big king-size whopper, covered in red silk sheets. Small tables were added to the side, and one of Chase’s erotic prints hung above the headboard. She could imagine between Chase’s skill with the camera and his computer software, the photos would look like they’d been taken in a private bedroom versus a photo studio.
    “C’mon, don’t get nervous on me now.” Murphy pulled her closer to the set scene and let go of her hand a couple of feet from the wrought-iron footboard.
    The bed looked incredibly heavy, and she wondered where it had come from. All the times she’d peeked in on their shoots, she’d never once seen this scene.
    “You like it?” Murphy motioned to the furniture setup. “I found this at an estate sale not too far back, and we’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.” He bent over the partition sectioning off the studio and pulled up a coil of black rope. With a wide grin on his face, he made his way back to her. “I think you are the perfect woman to christen this beauty.”
    A wave of emotion rolled through her at being their first at anything. “It’s exquisite. I’d love to have a bed like that in my place.” Absentmindedly she reached for the iron and brushed her fingers across the cool metal curve. Tracing the patterns of the ironwork like she would a potential lover.
    “An estate sale?” She couldn’t picture him scouring through estate and attic sales looking for treasures. But it made sense given their profession. Not every client wanted the traditional dungeon or industrial scene. And they certainly aimed to please.
    “Take off your clothes, Eve.” His quiet demand flashed through her quick and hot. Getting lost in her thoughts about decorating, she’d momentarily forgotten why she was here. She turned away from the bed and faced him fully. She’d already bought into the