Page 79 of Fatal Fantasy

“Where do you want us, baby girl?” He asks, continuing to let me lead this scene, and I know the control-freak that’s buzzing in his veins is desperate to take the reins, but tonight, I’m holding all the power in the palm of my hands.

“We wouldn’t want Vincent to miss a second of the action, so let’s make sure he has a front row seat,” I purr, my sex-kitten voice taking over, and without me needing to say another word, they circle our victim one more time, stopping when they’re facing his strung up body, and dropping their pants.

Within seconds, their rock-hard cocks spring from their boxers, and even though this moment is a spectacle, my thighs clench at the sight of them, my knees landing on the concrete floor as I prepare to deliver the best throat-ravaging session these boys have ever seen.

“All the fucking way, Carter,” Tyson commands, my neck craning to meet his eyes, but he fists my hair with an iron grip, pushing until my lips wrap around his tip.

There’s no taking it slow, my brain only interested on proving a fucking point, so I forgo the usual pace, instead, forcing my throat open as I swallow around Tyson’s cock, my nose reaching his belly in record timing.

His fist holds my head in place while he thrusts, saliva dripping from my lips as he wrecks my throat until I gag, but refusing to tap while he takes pleasure in keeping me still as long as he sees fit.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you’re throat is full of cock, Principessina,” Jasper praises, teasing his fingers around my cheeks, dipping lower until he squeezes my windpipe, cutting off the last of my air supply while Tyson slowly pulls out, dragging his length along my tongue.

Muffled insults come from the idiot tied to the ceiling, but I don’t dare steal a glance in his direction, knowing that the sick fuck has his eyes directly on the show happening in front of him, wishing he was the lucky bastard that I willingly get on my knees for.

“Come here, my perfect little cocksucker,” Jasper grabs my cheeks with both hands, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead as he guides me toward his waiting cock, and I stick my tongue out for him, instantly jumping the second he slips between my lips.

Hollowing my cheeks, I take him just as quickly as I did Tyson, feeling every single inch he has to offer as his cock slides down my throat, and his hand wraps around the column of my neck, feeling how deep he is with each thrust he delivers.

Gagging around him, I blink away the tears filling my lash line, letting them stream down my cheeks to mingle with the saliva coating my chin, but I don’t stop, or bow down, until he pulls out, tapping his tip on my waiting tongue while I stare up at him through my lashes.

“Absolutely fucking perfect, my delicious little cum slut.” Jasper swipes at the salty remnants of his ravaging on my cheeks, smiling at me with the heat of the devil dancing in his eyes, but I couldn’t have imagined this going better if I tried.

Finally, I look over my shoulder at Vincent, his expression angry, but eyes trained on the three of us, and when Tyson brings a new tool into the mix, my body is alight with mischief, ready to dance with every single devil until the poor fucker tied to our ceiling passes out from pure jealousy.

“Massi, put her on the table. You know what to do,” Tyson commands, stealing the control right from under my nose, but I happily hand over the reins, knowing that while his beasts are released, every person in this room will get exactly what they deserve.

Tyson’s idea of torture is a little different than mine, as he sets up the table directly under Vincent’s dangling body, and I can’t conjure up a worse punishment for him, having to watch as the boys I gave my heart to pleasure me in all the ways he thought he would once we were married.

It’s poetic justice, before the act of violent justice begins, and my body is sparking at the idea of forcing him to watch us, the brat within me excited to get the second act of our show started.

Jasper wastes no time stripping me down to my bare skin, and although this warehouse is cold, my skin littered with goosebumps, I’ve never felt heat quite like this, my belly tight with tension at the idea of what they’re going to do with me.

“You see, Vinny Boy, when a woman actually wants you, their pussy glistens … like this.” He pauses to swipe two fingers into my entrance, the wetness shining off his fingers under the bright fluorescent lighting, before he continues with his monologue.

“That’s how you know they’re ready, and when you get the fucking chance to worship a woman like Carter, you feast on her like she’s the first meal you’ve seen in weeks.”

With no more warning, he dives into me exactly as he’s describing, his tongue ravishing my clit like he’s starving, my back immediately arching off the table as screams of pleasure leave my lips, and my body roars into overdrive at the new sensation we’ve brought into this dynamic.

Again, Vincent tries to voice his opinions around the gag, but I tune him out, chasing the orgasm Jasper is dangling in front of me, my hips grinding into his tongue at a rapid pace, the two of us losing ourselves in the moment.

“You’ve got a lot to say, Vincent, but first, there’s something between your legs that needs removing,” Tyson chimes in, his booming voice snatching my attention in an instant, my eyes snapping open to watch as he grabs a knife from the table, angling it toward Vincent’s pathetic excuse for a cock, the rock-hard version of him quite lackluster compared to my boys at just half-mast.

Of course he’d find pleasure in watching as Tyson and Jasper put on a spectacle of showing exactly how a girl can look when they're consenting to sexual desires, but Tyson’s beasts are clearly more deranged than mine, and an explosive laugh leaves my chest as I realize what he’s about to do.

Never did I imagine that I’d be side by side with Tyson, torturing a man until he breaks, but the second I catch the fear in Vincent’s eyes, my hips buck against Jasper’s tongue once more, his terror only heightening my senses as breathy moans leave my lips.

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.