Page 47 of Fatal Scheme

When he finally stops carving into me, I feel two fingers trailing along the marks, and before I can guess who it is, I hear a sucking noise, instantly cluing me in to Jasper’s presence.

“Your blood might taste even sweeter than your pussy, Principessina. You are a vampire’s wet dream.” His fingers tug at my bottom lip, and I stick my tongue out, desperate for the same feeling I was chasing earlier tonight.

Jasper grants my wish, the metallic coating my tongue as I suck on his fingers, my hips bucking at the thought of what we’re doing right now, and I swear, I could only get higher if I were able to see the mess they made of me.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. You have no idea how pretty you are, tied up and helpless on this bed,” Tyson breathes, his tender kisses along my forehead and cheeks nearly bringing me to tears as I come down from the intense moment I just shared with Jasper.

Another prick of the knife shocks me, but it’s rougher this time, cutting into my flesh deeper, and I inhale sharply as I shake and claw at the mattress.

Finally it stops, but is quickly replaced with four hands groping my body, their rough calluses scraping along my smooth skin, mixing just enough pain and pleasure to keep me locked into the moment.

My heavy breathing is the only sound in this room, until two fingers circle around my clit, and a blood-curdling scream releases from my chest, the growing tightness in my belly so strong I’m nearly spasming in an attempt to chase the feeling until it crashes into me at full force.

“Not yet, my little butcher. You’re going to be crying and begging for the chance to cum when I’m done with you.” Jasper pulls his fingers out of me right before the payoff, slapping my inner thighs as I cry out in frustration, the feeling of coming down almost painful as he denies me what I so desperately crave.

“What's the matter, Jasper? Afraid that I’m better with knives than you are, too?” I tease, putting on a tough girl front to hide how badly I’m struggling, hoping to get him riled up before I break, but strong fingers grasp my chin, holding me in place.

“Enough with that smart little mouth, Carter. Open up,” Tyson commands, and I do as he asks, expecting one of them to shove their cock in my mouth, but instead, I’m met with a rubber ball that cuts off any ability for me to speak.

“Now that’s fucking beautiful,” I hear someone say, but with another one of my senses gone, I’m scrambling, the terror running a mile a minute through my veins only heightening the experience.

“Back to that begging and crying I mentioned,” Jasper hums, his body moving across the bed, but in a second he’s back between my legs, his nails digging into my thighs as he moves closer to the space where I’m a dripping mess.

Bracing for his fingers, tongue, or even his dick, I hold my breath in anticipation but something hard presses against my clit, and the sound of buzzing steals the breath from my lungs as I try to scream around the gag to no avail.

I’m left here to fight against it, to not let him see the sides of me that will plead for release, but I know that I’m stuck in the middle of a losing battle.

“Have you ever used a vibrator, Carter? Have you ever played with this pretty pussy until you made yourself cum?” Jasper mumbles, not expecting an answer but still talking as I involuntarily buck my hips, chasing the toy before he cruelly pulls it away, my body trembling from how close I was.

“Again,” Tyson rasps, his large hands playing with my tits, alternating between rubbing my soft flesh and tweaking my nipples until they’re stiff, only adding layers to this game that I’m so far behind in, I’m realizing that I couldn’t win if I tried.

Something tells me that it’s been this way from the second I kissed them both, a battle that I’ve been fighting internally between what I want, and what I’m supposed to do.

This moment is strikingly similar, except I’m finally caving, giving up all resistance and letting them have what I’ve never been able to give – all of me.

“Please. Please, Jasper!” I try to say around the gag, tears and drool streaming down my face as I try to get his attention, and finally Tyson notices my cries, gently removing the ball as I immediately lick my lips to ground myself, preparing the white flag I’m shamelessly about to wave.

“It’s okay, baby girl. What is it? What’re you trying to say to him?” He questions, a hint of mischief in his voice, like he knows exactly what I’m going to do, and I’d hate that smug attitude if it wasn’t so damn charming how well he knows my body by now.

They both study me in their own ways, shocking me every time they find something new to fixate on, and as sad as it sounds, nobody has ever paid enough attention to me to understand the slivers of truth I allow into the world.

Somehow, I was able to find Tyson and Jasper, and they hang onto those tiny shards, silently vowing to keep those things all to themselves, just for the three of us.

“Please, Jasper. Please let me finish,” I plead, it coming out as a sob while my chest heaves and my legs are nearly numb from the build up.

“Only because you said please, Principessina.” He starts the toy up again, this time sliding two fingers into my entrance with ease, curling them as he thrusts while the buzzing of the vibrator sends me to another dimension.

My body feels like it’s been thrown off a building, free-flying through the air, and just before I crash into the ground, a wave of pleasure roars through my body, shooting me back into the wind while every single nerve shakes as I writhe against the ropes restraining me.

I’m forced to stay in place, to feel every single molecule of my release, and I swear, everything goes black as I cry out, the sensation too much all at once.

“That’s it, baby girl. Let yourself go,” Tyson whispers as he strokes my hair, his gentle touch assisting in the climb, crash, and ultimate come down, my heart feeling like it’s about to pound right out of my chest, into his waiting hands.

“You did so fucking good, Carter. You are my perfect girl,” Jasper says, echoing his statement from earlier tonight, and I start to regain feeling in my limbs as the restraints are released one by one.

Immediately, both of them rush to comfort me, Tyson rubbing my wrists where the cuffs were while Jasper removes the blindfold, my vision blurry as their faces come into focus.

My body is fragile, practically falling apart at the seams, and when I try to sit up, the sharp sting where they cut into my skin reminds me of what we just did, but also serves as a promise I intend to keep.