Page 83 of Fatal Scheme

Carter is the only thing I’ve ever loved so much that it physically hurts, and when she went off on her own tonight, the pain was unbearable. I wanted to rip out my beating heart, offering it on a silver platter just to see her again, to know she was safe, and I’m well aware of the power she holds over me.

I’d die for this woman, give up my last breath to ensure she makes it through another day, and this punishment was my way of reminding her how deep our bond goes.

She only asked for what she could handle – four spankings with a belt – and only minutes later, I can feel how strong our connection is, like I’m inside of her soul, and she’s made herself at home within mine.

Massi is right beside me, his punishment being worked out, even if he doesn’t realize that I’m pissed at him, too, and the only thing he wants – he’s not getting any time soon.

I’m playing with them both, controlling their strings like the master puppeteer, and neither one of them will get off tonight without my permission.

Carter looks like a fucking vision, a mix between the Angel I see her as, and the Devil Massi brings out in her, and I tease my fingers around her lips, down her throat, watching as the drool spills down her chin, covering her chest with saliva.

“Lean forward,” I say, and her eyes snap to mine, then down at my hand as I curl my fingers just enough to fit around her throat, and I catch the small smirk on her face before she does exactly what I’ve asked.

It’s up to her how far she goes, pressing her skin against my palm, but just as I suspected, she tests out how long she can withstand the lack of oxygen, pushing her windpipe so hard that I can feel her swallow, and see the light slowly dimming from her eyes.

“Back,” I order, her coughs sputtering saliva from her lips, the red handprint on her neck standing out against her tan skin.

“Good girl, Carter.” I stroke her cheek, and she leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she revels in my comfort, but I quickly pull away, not ready to offer her that tender side of myself, yet.

She looks at Jasper, and he only hums, tangling his hands in her hair, but staying put, not willing to risk my wrath if he crosses the line before I’m ready.

“Tyson, please tell me what you want,” she whispers, her throat raspy and her eyes needy, like this is almost more than she can take, but I know she can hang on, I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

“You look perfect just like this, baby girl.”

“You aren’t going to ask me to suck you off, or tell me to do it to Jasper?” She asks, and I love it when she has no idea what to expect, that baby doe in her that’s still inexperienced showing itself.

“Nope. You’re beautiful on your knees, looking up at us with that greedy little mouth, just begging for a cock to stuff it, but you’re not getting that,” I tell her, and she deflates, like I’m crushing her dreams, but I snake a finger under her chin, waiting until her gaze meets mine.

“So what are you going to do with me?” Her voice trembles, but she’s not afraid of me, and I’m so confident in our bond that she knows I’d never do anything she didn’t want.

Before I say another word, I slap her cheek, not hard, but just enough to regain her focus, and stop her mind from wandering.

“I’m going to play with my toy.” I rub her skin gently, swiping under her eyes to catch the stray tear that fell, and she doesn’t flinch, proving that she trusts me to care for her, even if I’m being rougher than usual.

“Jesus, Ty! You can’t just slap her in the fucking face.” Massi turns to face me, his fists clenched like he’s going to hit me, but Carter places a hand on his thigh, redirecting his focus to her, and they nose dive into one of their unspoken conversations.

Finally he relaxes, a few seconds lost in her eyes is all it takes for him to believe that she’s okay, and he’s right back where we started, observing quietly while I dictate how this is going to go.

“Are you my good girl, Carter? My perfect cockwhore?” I ask, looking anywhere but at her, and she nods before taking a deep breath.

“Yes, Tyson. I’m your good girl. I’m your fucking cockwhore,” she says, biting her lower lip and staying completely still, the anticipation if I’m going to touch her, or give a command driving her wild, but she needs to practice patience, and obedience.

“Tell me what you want,” I offer her the chance to speak on her desires, to have a say in what happens next, and decide to reward her for behaving so well.

“I … want you both. At the same time,” she whispers, her voice shaking as she submits to her fantasies, asking for the one thing we haven’t had yet.

“Fucking hell, Principessina. Are you saying what I think you are?” Massi sits up, running a hand through his hair before grabbing her chin, forcing him to break our eye contact.

“Yes, Jasper. I’m ready for you to …” she trails off, but neither of us are letting her off the hook that easily.

“Please, you’re killing me. Say it out loud,” Massi begs, beating me to it, and she reaches up to meet his hand, lacing their fingers together while she leans against my thigh.

“I want you to fuck my ass, Jasper. And I want you to talk us through it, while you fuck my pussy,” she admits, her eyes meeting mine while her cheeks flush bright pink, as Massi nearly passes out, sliding onto the floor next to her and leaving kisses along her chest.

“Fuck, Carter. At least fucking smile before you kill me in cold blood,” he hums against her skin, teasing her nipples with his tongue, while pulling her onto his lap.

“You’re so hard, oh my god. I think I made a mistake,” she giggles, but he immediately releases her, wrapping a hand around her throat while she struggles to swallow around his palm.