Page 54 of Fatal Scheme

“Hold her arms behind her back,” Tyson orders, sliding a chair out and sitting down directly across from Carter, his eyes locking into hers.

“I don’t think I can,” she whimpers, an exasperated, shaky breath leaving her chest as I reach for her hands, clasping them together right above her ass.

“You can, baby girl. One more, just for him,” Tyson says, and she nods, submitting to him with complete trust, her body relaxing with his words.

He pulls out his phone, and she sharply inhales, almost like a trauma response, but the buzzing from the vibrator fills the silence, echoing around the room.

On the highest setting, it doesn’t take long for her to fall apart, and I have a front row seat to the most beautiful view where my girl succumbs to her desires, relinquishing control while Tyson dictates exactly how and when she gets to orgasm.

Unable to resist, I swipe my palm across both of her ass cheeks, the sharp sting only adding another layer to her pleasure, and judging by the strangled moans leaving her lips, she’s right there.

“Fuck, Tyson!” She screams, her legs shaking uncontrollably as the release consumes her, and just when she thinks it’s over, I rip the toy out, replacing it with my throbbing cock, pushing into her with ease.

“Fucking hell, Jasper. You feel so fucking good,” she groans, and I release her hands, latching onto her shoulders for support as I pound into her so hard, the table begins scratching the floor.

“You’re so wet for me. Tell me who this pussy belongs to, Carter,” I rasp, my resolve breaking already as her walls clench around my cock, the overwhelming urge to spill my release into her taking over complete control.

“You, Jasper. I fucking belong to you,” she wails, her piercing screams ricocheting off the walls, landing like music to my ears as I pick up the pace, feeling how close she is already, even after the vibrator.

Tyson wraps his hands around her throat, and instantly, she relaxes, falling into submission while he chokes her so hard, I’m sure she’s seeing stars.

Her body convulses against mine as she reaches her climax, but he doesn’t relent, and I pound into her even harder, hoping to trigger the spot that sends her into overdrive.

“This isn’t going to hurt, baby girl,” Tyson says, pressing gentle kisses along her cheeks while he reassuringly talks her through it.

Without words, she’s forced to feel everything we’re doing to her, and the second her pussy pulses, I pull out, her release soaking us both as I simultaneously shoot my load on her ass cheeks, painting a picture on her flesh and marking her up in the most devilish way.

Inhaling a deep breath as Tyson releases her throat, she immediately falls to her knees, and we both race to comfort her after such a powerful moment.

I’ve never been into aftercare, usually because the girls I’d slept with in the past preferred to run as soon as the deed was done, but with Carter, I’m learning as I go, determined to make her feel good at every turn.

“Come on, baby girl. Let me clean you up? We don’t want you to get an infection,” Tyson says softly, scooping her into his arms while her head instinctively falls onto his chest.

“Jasper,” she breathes, holding a hand out while the other snakes around his neck, and I immediately lock my fingers into hers, providing the safety she feels when we’re both within an arm's reach.

“I’m here, my little ice princess. We’ve got you.” I follow a few steps behind while Ty carries her to the bathroom, shutting the door as she handles her business with privacy.

“We should tell her our plans,” he says, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, not wanting to pop this bubble we’ve been in.

“What if she runs? That’s a lot of weight to put on someone, them being the sole reason you choose to blow up the only life you’ve ever known,” I argue, keeping my voice low as the water begins to run from the sink on the other side of the door.

“She won’t run. We can’t just outline a scenario and expect her to blindly follow, though. If we’re including her, we should do so all the way,” he counters, and as much as I hate to admit it, he’s right.

If we want her to run away with us, it can’t be a surprise. She’ll want all the details, and likely, a hand in how we take down our fathers long enough to escape.

“Fine. We’ll tell her,” I say, but just as the words leave my lips, the door opens, and even though the exhaustion is painted on her pretty face, her eyebrow kinks, head tilting to the side as she steps closer to us both.

“Tell her what?” She asks, hands on her hips while she reads our faces, those icy blue eyes shifting between the two of us at a rapid pace.

“Let me run you a bath and we’ll talk? It’s important, Carter,” Tyson says, his tone soft, yet serious, and she agrees, stepping aside to let him in the bathroom.

“May I?” I tug at her shirt, expecting push back, but she lifts her arms, allowing me to strip her down to nothing while the water runs into the tub, the smell of flowers in the air as Ty adds her favorite bubble bath mixture.

“Sit with me?” She pleads, her eyes meeting mine as I remove the fishnets, exposing her bare skin, her dark hair and tan skin standing out against our plain white shower curtain.

Instead of answering her with words, I strip out of my clothes, holding my hand out to hers as I slip over the porcelain, feeling how scalding hot the water is as it sloshes over my calves.

“You think I’d ever say no at the chance to hold your body against mine?”