Page 84 of Fatal Scheme

“No take backsies.” He bites her lower lip, an audible gasp escaping her lips as she nods, obeying their little language, and grinding against his crotch.

“My plugs aren’t that big, Jasper. I don’t think I can,” she recoils, eyes widened at the realization of what she asked for, but we won’t let her back out now.

“Our little cockwhore wants to be filled up, and that’s what she’s going to get,” I say, my voice booming over their hushed squabble, and she looks up at me with those same deer-in-headlights eyes, but I don’t falter, and she swallows any further argument.

“Can we at least use lube? You guys are fucking monstrous,” she whines, looking between us from her position on the floor, and my heart nearly breaks in my chest, hating how broken she sounds.

It’s my fault, for being so cold and distant throughout the night, and I can’t stand being so far from her any longer, scooping my arms under her body until she’s flush with my chest.

“Hey, look at me,” I start, seeing the tears welling in her eyes, but not backing down until she listens.

She needs my soft side, the one that assists with these molehills that feel like mountains, and I’m determined to right my wrongs, to remind her how far we’d go to keep a smile on that pretty face of hers.

“I love you, Carter. I’m sorry for being so rough, or for making you think we’d do something so sacred without triple-checking that you were comfortable,” I tell her, and finally her eyes meet mine, the sadness disappearing almost instantly as she finds solace in my words, and our connection.

I can be rough, or dominate her until the fucking sun comes up, and she’d eat it right up, but the tender side of me that she relies on needs to make it’s appearance too, and tonight, I failed to find the balance.

“I love you, too, Tyson. You didn’t break me,” she smiles, like it’s a fucking challenge, and I can’t help the grin breaking across my face, knowing that my girl made of steel would never collapse just because of a few harsh commands, even if she wants a little affection to go hand-in-hand with her submission.

“Tell me how you want it. Tell me your ultimate fantasy, baby girl.”

Staring down into her baby blue eyes, I see my universe, my future, and my heart.

Carter is everything I never knew I was missing out on, and with our biggest battle on the horizon, my only priority is keeping the woman of my dreams alive.

I’d lay down my life for hers, but something tells me she knows that already, our strengthened bond saying the words so we don’t always have to.

THIRTY-EIGHT

CARTER

This exact scenario, down to the words spoken, has run through my mind a thousand times, haunted my dreams, and sent me on a rollercoaster of doubt, wondering if I can truly take this leap, and be with these men at the same time.

Now, I’m face-to-face with my fantasies, and I won’t dare allow myself to be afraid, or back out, instead choosing to grab life by the balls — literally.

It feels as if I’m spinning, using this newfound courage to voice my desires, but when Tyson looks at me, everything clicks into place.

All at once, I feel his love, the safety he provides, and the tenderness in his soul, reminding me of the home I’ve found within him.

It should be scary, taking this big of a leap, but with Tyson and Jasper, anything that’s ever felt larger than life has been worth every second, and I know in my heart that this is right.

“I want to be on top of you while Jasper is behind me,” I say, finding my confidence as the words spill from my lips, and both of them look like they could disappear into thin air, their eyes alight with pure mischief.

“Your wish is my command, Principessina.” Jasper pounces on me, putting all his weight on my body while he drags his tongue along my skin, his icy silver irises blown out with love, and lust.

“Get her ready, Massi,” Tyson orders, carrying me to the bed, and placing my ass in the air, slapping my skin before slipping around and kissing my lips tenderly.

Without hesitation, Jasper spits on my ass, rubbing his saliva along my back hole, and dipping two fingers into my pussy.

“Fucking hell. You’re soaked, Carter. Does it turn you on, thinking about us both fucking you at the same time?” He asks, his expert thrusts already cascading waves through my belly, the pressure building to the ultimate crescendo.

“Oh Jasper, fuck! Yes! Yes, I want to be filled by you both!” I cry out, my orgasm slamming into me as he dips a finger into my ass, pushing through the ring of muscle and stealing all the breath from my lungs.

“You look so pretty, baby girl,” Tyson groans, his hands roaming along my body, each and every curve at his mercy while goosebumps prickle along my skin in his wake.

While I attempt to come down from the high, Jasper keeps working my tight, untouched hole, and it feels like another claiming – his way of finally possessing me wholly.

Each finger stretches me further, the sensation almost too much to bear, but every nerve ending in my body is on fire, desperate for more, and I can’t stop the moans that leave my lips.