Page 82 of Fatal Scheme
“Two.”
“Three.”
“Four.”
After the fourth, tears are streaming down her face, her skin redder than the blood on her lips, and once he drops the belt on the floor, I race to her place on the bed, scooping her into my arms.
“I’ve got you now, Carter. You’re okay,” I whisper in her ear, and she buries her face in my chest, her sobs slowing down, but her heart still thrashing wildly in her chest.
“You did so good, baby girl.” Tyson smoothes her hair, dragging a hand down her face, and she smiles up at him, the praise causing goosebumps to prickle her skin.
His eyes have returned to normal, the fire behind his irises long gone, and I can finally relax, thankful he kept his word not to hurt her.
He has complex ways of working out his anxiety, or frustrations, but luckily Carter can handle whatever is thrown at her, and loves to act out fantasies that live inside her head.
“We aren’t done with her, Massi,” Tyson says, moving from the bed to a chair in the center of the room, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Are you okay with more?” I ask, placing her back on the mattress, but ensuring she’s alright before we move any further.
“I’m fine, Jasper. I’m not that easy to break,” she smirks, thick mascara stains under her eyes, but I can only smile, knowing how strong she truly is.
“I’ll remember you said that, my little slut.” I tug at her bottom lip with my thumb, watching as she attempts to catch it, but I back away, leaving her to writhe on the bed in anticipation of what’s to come.
Grabbing another chair and sitting next to Tyson, who still hasn’t stopped staring at Carter, but when I look at her, I instantly understand why.
She looks like an angel of darkness, her bloody lips and black eyes drawing me in, but even from across the room, I can feel her depravity, the desperate way her body craves what only we can give her.
“Crawl to us, Carter. On all fours, crawl to your men,” Tyson orders, getting comfortable in the chair as he spreads his legs wide, tapping his lap for emphasis while she slowly climbs off the bed.
It’s such a beautiful sight that I couldn’t possibly tear my eyes off her, skin shining under the light as she moves in slow motion, crawling across the floor with her lips pouted, and gaze trained on Tyson.
“That’s it. Stop right here,” he instructs, and she sits on her heels, hands perfectly positioned behind her back while I inhale a sharp breath, barely hanging on by a thread.
Patience isn’t my strong suit, and seeing Carter like this, so willing to obey, has my cock harder than it’s ever been, the pain almost too much to bear.
“Open your mouth.” He traces her lips with a finger, pushing onto her tongue at an excruciating pace, slicking through her saliva while drops of drool fall down her chin.
“Jesus Christ, Principessina,” I breathe, unable to keep myself quiet, even if I’m breaking their trance, her eyes quickly meeting mine, then fleeting back to Tyson’s.
Minutes pass as he keeps testing her gag reflex, adding more fingers while she expertly keeps the poker face intact, whimpering each and every time he pulls out, her body shaking from how worked up she is.
Watching Carter acknowledge this side of herself, the one that enjoys being sexually and emotionally dominated, has been one the greatest pleasures I’ve ever been witness to.
When she first came to us, she was timid, afraid of speaking up or admitting what she likes, but now, the final transformation is occurring right before my eyes.
She’d stay like this all night, not expecting an ounce of pleasure, but taking pure delight in giving us what we want, what Tyson tells her to do, and I’m lucky enough to have a front row seat.
She’s the only thing on my mind, completely consuming my every thought, even when our lives are days away from erupting, I can only focus on my little temptress of death, happy that if I go, at least I’ll be with her.
THIRTY-SEVEN
TYSON
In the past, I’ve been known to be over the top, taking scenes to the ultimate levels, sometimes challenging girls to use their safe words, only to see what truly makes them break.
It should bother me that Massi feels the need to check on me, the anger in my veins nowhere close to levels I’m used to, but with Carter, I never want to push her further than she can handle.
Each time, I’m searching for new ways to enhance her pleasure, trying new positions or introducing bondage elements into our relationship, but when we find a boundary, I’d never cross it.
