Page 50 of Fatal Scheme

If he’s trying to mark his territory, it’s not working, because she’s on my arm tonight.

“Behave yourself,” she whispers against his lips, opening her eyes to his, and I swear, they speak their own language, a deep connection that resides behind their brightly colored irises.

“Never, Principessina. I’ll probably spend my night sniffing all your panties because I’ll miss you so much,” he jokes, lightening the mood and reducing the tension.

“Of course you will, Stalker Boy.” She rolls her eyes playfully, wrapping her arms around his waist for a hug before rejoining me, her hand latching onto mine.

Once we’re in my truck, I pull a little surprise out of the glove box I bought her, something to spice up the evening, so to speak.

“Open it, baby girl,” I say, handing her the wrapped box as she looks at me with reluctance in her eyes.

“Tyson, you didn’t have to!” She shrieks, a smile bigger than the sky plastered on her face, one I’d do anything to keep there permanently.

The small vibrator reveals itself, and her eyes widen in shock, maybe even fear, and she swivels her head so fast, I’m afraid she gave herself whiplash.

“Is this … a vibrator?” She whispers, like someone is going to hear, and I can’t help but laugh at how innocent she still is.

“Yes, and I can control it right here on this app. You’re going to wear it at the restaurant,” I explain, and she mulls it over for a few seconds, a grin breaking out across her face.

“Will people be able to hear it?” She asks, her cheeks turning bright red as she tries to hide her embarrassment.

“No, only you and I will know.”

“Okay, what do I do?” She asks, unwrapping the box and turning the toy over in her hands, inspecting it like it’s going to bite her if she looks away.

Of course, I bought the black one, and already connected it to my phone, so when she slips it under her panties, she nearly jumps when the buzzing begins.

“Oh fuck, Tyson. I’m not going to last long, this is so strong,” she whimpers, clutching the door handle as I slowly crank up the intensity.

“You’ll do just fine. You’re my good girl, right?” I take her chin between my fingers, forcing her to open her eyes into mine.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper as her thighs shake against the seat.

“I can’t wait to make a pretty little mess out of you.” I press her lips to mine, thrashing my tongue against hers as she claws onto my shirt, hanging on for dear life as the toy works her up just for me.

Just as the first orgasm of the night crashes into her, I break our kiss, catching the moment the vibrator does its job as she writhes and cries, her perfect body struggling to come down until I lower the intensity, giving her a shred of mercy.

I’m attempting to break down more of her walls, to learn everything I can about the girl I’ve chosen as mine, and in turn, I want to give her the shit I keep buried deep in my soul, laying it all out in the open just for her.

TWENTY-FOUR

CARTER

I’ve never been on a date before, and I’ve never had a small vibrator shoved up my vagina, but there’s a first time for everything.

When Tyson handed me the box, I was scared out of my mind, but his presence comforts me, and allows me to explore another new side of myself. I didn’t think I had it in me to play in public, especially when I have no control, but that’s exactly why he bought it.

He’s always challenging me to give up the reins, and although I’m nervous that the whole restaurant will know, I’m filled with adrenaline at the thought of losing myself without anyone noticing.

Since the first orgasm, Tyson has turned the toy off, likely waiting to catch me off guard, but I feel like an animal pacing around a cage, just waiting for the moment he begins to tease me again.

“Where are we going?” I muse, realizing that the vibrator has completely consumed my thoughts.

“You said nothing fancy, and there’s a really good locally owned place a few miles down the road. An older woman runs it with her husband, and they have the best sausage and peppers I’ve ever had,” he explains, and it sounds absolutely perfect, because he knows me so damn well.

I’m not the kind of girl that needs an expensive steak, or a high end restaurant, and I’m more comfortable in places where I feel like I belong.

A locally owned joint that sells sandwiches is right up my alley, and the nerves I was feeling before begin to dissipate.