43. Carter #2
Truthfully, I’m hoping he chooses the rustiest butter knife to get the job done, but I’m not in the mood to be picky, waiting with bated breath while Tyson picks his instrument of torture, flipping the blade in his hands as he approaches Vincent with the look of a cold-blooded executioner on his face.
Normally, Jasper is the devil in charge, and I’ve seen every phantom that lives within his soul, but getting a glimpse at the demons that reside in Tyson, while Jasper expertly eats my pussy like a man on a hunger strike, has me thanking Gods I don’t even believe in for this exquisite moment.
“The thing about men like you, Vincent, is that if we show you what consent is, and we let you live, you’ll just do it again.
You’re nothing but a fucking rapist!” Tyson yells, the growl in his voice causing us all to jump, but while Vincent cowers in the face of the giant towering over him, Tyson slices into his flesh, the blood pouring down his legs and spraying onto my naked body, the crimson rain from his dismembered cock showering my skin in a delicious shade of red.
“Wow,” I breathe, watching as Tyson makes slow work of cutting his dick off, his hands stained with blood, while his hair falls into his eyes, causing him to look like a devil in the flesh.
He’s so ruggedly sexy, but like this, covered in blood, he’s never looked better, and I can’t get enough of this new side of him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Principessina.” Jasper lifts his head from between my shaking legs, looking up at me with maroon-stained teeth, the blood dripping down my thighs and mixing with the mess he’s has already made of me, but I swear, I’ll never be this high in my fucking life.
The blood lust is beginning to make my head spin, the scent permeating through the air, and without another word, I tangle my hands in Jasper’s hair, pushing his face back into my dripping cunt.
I’m almost so desperate for him to finish the job, while Vincent’s veins spew my favorite shade of crimson-red all over my belly, that when the thick droplets inch closer to my clit, as Jasper shoves three blood-covered fingers into me, I scream out in pleasure, while he thrusts into me at an obnoxious pace.
“He’s all yours,” Tyson chokes out, gagging as he drops the blade into the puddle of discarded bodily fluids, staggering away as he attempts to keep himself together.
It’s no easy task for him to be around the torturous side of things, but I’m proud of him, knowing that he felt like he needed to defend my honor, and was able to power through until he completed his mission.
“I’m not done playing with you, my little temptress of death,” Jasper jokes, nodding at a passed out Vincent, and my toes curl in anticipation, whimpers leaving my chest as he resumes his feral pace, my moans echoing off the metal walls.
It doesn’t take long for Jasper to hit every spot inside of me, triggering the most powerful orgasm I’ve had to date, soaking us both as my release mixes with the blood already staining my skin, and I stare in awe at my body, completely taken to new heights as I see the fucking mess I’ve been turned into.
After the first round ends, I’m nowhere near done playing with my victim, and it brings me immense pleasure to see Vincent’s tiny, shriveled up cock laying in the middle of the floor, but Tyson staggers back to the center of the room, a command on the tip of his tongue that’ll invigorate the madness as we move into round two.
“Kiss me, my little Angel of Death,” Jasper breathes, stealing my attention with a certain brand of neediness radiating off him that I don’t usually see, but I’d never deny a request like that.
Our lips tangle together in a flash, his tongue dancing with mine at a rhythmic pace, and I melt into him, tasting the blood on his tongue while my chest rises and falls in perfect syncopation with his.
His deep moans fill the silence, falling into mine like a crafted symphony until Tyson clears his throat, redirecting our focus to the center of the room, and the ridiculous excuse of a man dangling from the rafters.
“Wake up, asshole.” Tyson slaps the side of his head a few times, forcing his return to consciousness, and as his eyes flutter open, then shut, a certain giddiness flows through my veins as I jump off the table, throwing Jasper’s t-shirt over my body.
“Tyson,” I moan, my eyes scanning the room with an endless loop of possibilities on the tip of my tongue, but every thought is overwhelming, and I decide to give up control to the one person who can handle it.
“Yes, baby girl?” He asks in a teasing tone, crossing the room in quick strides until he’s right beside me, curling his fingers under my chin.
“Put me into one of your poses,” I plead, batting my eyelashes at him as if I’m asking for the world, rather than one of his favorite pastimes.
Without hesitation, he places his hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes, likely debating what he wants to do with me, and that thought alone has my heart thrumming so hard in my chest, I’m afraid he can hear it.
Tyson and Jasper are so in tune with my body, my thoughts, and my desires, like they’ve taken college courses that required endless studying, but in reality, they just love me.
I’m the luckiest girl in the universe because to be loved is to be known, and I’ve been endlessly studied by the two best men on the planet.