Page 15 of Mutual Prey

The only times I ever allowed myself to relax were when I lay across Daddy’s lap. Maybe that makes me messed up, maybe it meanshe’sa pervert, but that’s just how it was, and I won’t let Finn’s mocking taint my memory of Daddy.

But despite my embarrassment, the memory of the old bedtime sessions makes me try to squeeze my thighs together before I remember I’m tied spread-eagled on the bed.

Of course, Finn notices the way my pussy clenches around nothing. His smirk deepens.

“Don’t worry, Cass. I’ll be your Daddy now.” He strokes up and down my cunt. “That is, until I kill you. But Daddy would have done that too.”

“What the… what are you talking about?”

I shake my head, realizing he doesn’t know as much as he says he does. There’s just no way Daddy would ever hurt me, let alone kill me.

“It’s okay, baby. Just relax for me. Maybe I’ll go easy on you if you call me Daddy.”

“Shut up.”

He snorts, still stroking my folds with one finger while the other picks up the remaining weapons, weighing each one. “Well… I guess Daddy didn’t want to put a baby in you. Does that mean he used your other hole? Hmm?”

“What the hell? Pervert!”

My face is beet red and I squeeze my eyes shut—just in case he can tell.

Too late. He’s positively grinning as he chooses the hunting rifle. It’s got a long, smooth, relatively thin barrel—but thick enough, if he’s really planning to stick that up… where I think he is.

“What? Too big for you? Was Daddy’s cockthatsmall?”

“He only ever used his finger!”

Fuck.

Something crazy happens to me then—something that’s never happened since I can remember. A tear squeezes itself out of my eye and rolls down my face.

It’s not fear, or pain, ornotwanting him to do everything he’s doing to me. No, this tear is not anything but… pure humiliation.

Finn looks thrilled.

“Oh, baby. It’s okay. It won’t hurt.”

“I don’t… I don’t care… about that!”

The waterworks are on, and I just can’t shut them off. I sniff loudly, trying to hide my head in my arm, but Finn’s hand grips my chin.

“In that case, I’ll make sure itdoeshurt.”

Despite his evil grin, he squirts some lube onto the tip, coating it in the viscous substance. Then he props a few cushions under my bottom.

But I barely notice the butt of Finn’s rifle as he presses it against my ring of muscle. All this talk of Daddy is getting hard to bear. The truth is, I miss him, and losing my control to Finn forces me to accept that fact.

“I loved him,” I whisper before I can help it, but so quietly that I hope Finn doesn’t hear.

Of course, though, he does.

“That’s okay, baby.” He strokes my hair. “From now on, you can love me. I’ll do all the things Daddy did. I’ll even kill you just like he was planning to.”

I shake my head, but don’t bother trying to tell him just how wrong he is. Especially when I feel the firm, hard butt of the rifle slowly push into me.

God damn.

That hurts like hell.