Page 20 of Mutual Prey

The only person I know of, besides Finn and me, to have experienced the effects of… the D… is my mother. And she was shot down before she could find out what came after.

I guess death, of some form or another, awaits me too.

But I’ll never breathe a word of my thoughts to Finn. Instead, I mutter, “Fuck off.”

His chuckle deepens into a warm laugh that makes my core clench.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you, baby?” His raspy voice sends more wetness pooling to my panties. “You know, you sentme to prison for five years. Five whole fucking years. You really think I don’t have it in me to spank you in a lecture hall?”

My eyes widen and I turn to him to tell him exactly what I think of him, but before I can, he drags me out of my chair and lies me across his knee, my laptop falling to the ground.

“I told you I was gonna be your Daddy now. I’m gonna spank that brattiness right out of you. No more swearing for you, baby.”

I’ve always considered myself strong, but I’m nothing compared to him. He’s got a whole foot on me, and he could easily fit four of my biceps in his. The man is a giant, and I’ve never been more aware of it than right now, as I flail helplessly in his hold.

“Finn… Finn… what are you doing? Let me go!”

I speak the words in a hiss, still hoping he won’t actually follow through on what he’s threatening me with. I mean, he can’t, right? There must be one hundred students here. He can’t possibly… right?

For the moment, only a few people around us have noticed, and they turn to smirk at us and whisper. Goddammit, I don’t think I’ve ever blushed before, but it feels like I’ve been blushing nonstop since last night.

“Finn…stop that.Put me down!”

“Is this how Daddy used to do it?” he taunts, then flips up the Chanel skirt I wore today without thinking.

Oh my god. This isn’t happening. Fuck!

I try to get out of his hold, try to whip my skirt back down, but still, I don’t dare struggle too much. Most of the students haven’t noticed… yet.

But I’m in my Agent Provocateur panties with my skirt flipped up, lying over some guy’s lap in a lecture hall, and I have a feeling every one of the hundred or so students in this place are going to realize what’s happening… and soon.

Shit, shit, shit. I’m going to have to kill every last one of them, aren’t I?

That’s a lot of people to add to my list of fifteen names. But if Finn dares raise his hand—

“Oh, wait.” He pulls down my panties too, and I let out a very undignified squeak. “Daddy dearest used to do it on the bare, huh?”

“Fuck…you.”

“One thing at a time. You can fuck me after.”

Smack.

My eyes water from the blow. I’ve been punched, strangled, stabbed, shot—nothing quite compares to the force of his palm against my backside.

The humiliation of it—the powerlessness of it—the way the sting causes a damp spot to form against his pants.

Oh, god. They’re khaki-colored. He’s going to have a big wet spot for the whole campus to see. And he’ll know my pussy made it.

Smack.

I don’t have to look to know it. The eyes of every student burn into me. And the professor—my future victim—is staring straight at me, his mouth hanging open. The lecture has stopped, and every single person in the hall watches as Finn punishes me.

I’ve never been so humiliated. I’ve never been humiliated, period. And holy hell, does it hurt. All I can do is sink into his lap as he continues to punish my cheeks, his hand battering over the swell of my ass, down to my thighs. It feels endless, and loud sobs cleave the air. I realize after a while that they’re mine.

At last, he stops, pulling me into his lap, my skirt still around my middle and my panties at my ankles. “Are you going to be my good girl now?”

When I don’t answer right away, he grabs my right ass cheekand… squeezes.