Chapter 22 Carter
TWENTY-TWO
CARTER
For once, I wasn’t lying.
I’m a mafia princess – a freakin’ duchess – so I know a thing or ten about dads, and how not to speak to them.
I’ve been slapped in the face plenty of times since as early as I could remember, and I’ve come to accept that it’s something girls in my world just deal with.
My smart mouth has always been a problem, even when I was a little girl I’d get shit from teachers about my attitude, but that’s never stopped me or willed me to tone it down.
I am who I am, and these boys fucking worship me for it.
What was new, was the emotional reaction that followed, as if something snapped in my head, and all I wanted was to be comforted.
I’ve never felt like that before, but thankfully, I’ve managed to build a support system with two people I truly trust with my life, so when Tyson suggested a way for me to give up the reins for tonight, to fully put myself into their hands, it was a no-brainer.
I’m ready to give them everything, and if that means they find out my real identity along the way, so be it.
My assignment has shifted since the moment I saw Jasper at the house party, and everything that’s happened has culminated to this particular second, the one where I’m actually putting them above my crown.
Currently, I’m tied to Tyson’s bed, my eyes blinded with a ribbon, heightening all of my other senses as the anticipation begins to eat me alive, while I will them with my mind to make a move, to do something to me, but nothing happens for what feels like forever.
I’m on display for them, at their complete and total mercy, but I’ve never felt more fucking alive, the endless possibilities running through my mind at an alarming pace.
Suddenly, cool metal touches my skin, and I nearly jump at the sensation, the restraints making it impossible for me to move even an inch.
“You know, baby girl, those scars on your back are a reminder of your past, something you’re running away from.
I want to leave marks on your skin, ones that’ll never fade, and you’ll never want to leave behind,” Tyson says slowly, his voice deep and husky as he drags the tip of a knife along my curves, leaving thick goosebumps in his wake.
“Mark me. Claim me. Own me,” I whisper, a sharp inhale coming from my lungs as I brace for impact that doesn’t come. “Please, Tyson. Fucking make me belong to you!”
A laugh erupts from the other side of the room as Jasper’s footsteps come closer, his fingers brushing lightly across my skin, and I feel a flutter in my belly while both of their hands explore my body.
“You hear that, Ty? She wants us to own her.”
Without another word, the knife pierces my skin, and I cry out at the sting, it instantly making me feel like I’m covered in flames, but at the same time, soft moans leave my lips, the pain mixing perfectly with the hint of danger.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I groan, feeling the blood drip down my leg as my hip burns and pulses, my body in defense mode at the intrusion of the blade, but I crave this game of give and take, more than I ever knew was possible.
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.
“Come here, we’ve got you,” one of them whispers, but I let my eyes close, allowing myself to feel their tenderness, comfort, and most of all, their worship.
They say a few good orgasms can balance out your thoughts, separating them into categories, and whatever just happened here has absolutely opened my eyes to issues that seemed prominent, but only feel like blips on a map, now.
For example, I’ve been at Emory for months, surviving a full-on attack, and I haven’t heard from my father in weeks.
He hasn’t requested updates, or given me anything from home, which should send me into a tailspin, cueing the paranoia that lives, breeds, and thrives within this world, but I’m actually content.
I’ve fallen into something so fulfilling that nothing else that happens outside of this bedroom matters to me anymore.
I’m finally convinced that this is where I’m meant to be, with the two people who truly want me in every sense of the word, even though I’ve never given them a real reason to.
I’ve lied to them, killed for them, but today, I bled for them, and that means more than anything this world has to offer.
Blood oaths sound cheesy, like little kids fucking around with a steak knife they found on the kitchen counter, but to me, there’s nothing more sacred than exchanging the one thing our bodies protect above all else.
Tyson was right, all I needed was to give up control, and now more than ever, I’m graced with the clarity I’ve been lacking.
Fuck our families, the ridiculous traditions, and the unrealistic shit that’s always expected of us.
What we have is genuine, and I’m going to do everything in my power to burn down anything that threatens to come between the three of us.