Page 35 of Mutual Prey

“I was talking about your real Daddy,” he teases, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “You know, your adopted daddy. The one who was going to kill you.”

“Finn!” I sit up, hissing in pain when he doesn’t release his hold on my nipples. “He wasnotgoing to kill me. Stop saying that!”

“You know, I think I like you better when you’ve given up.” He presses his palm on my chest, pushing me back against him. “Now keep still, or I’ll spank you.”

“Finn!”

Keeping one threatening hand on my right nipple, he slips his other hand under my panties, palming my pussy. “Ah. That’s better. Now we can talk.”

“Finn…”

“Shh, baby. I’ve just spent the past twenty minutes hanging upside-down from a tree, thinking I might just die—I’m not blaming you, Cass. I just need my drug right now. And no offense, but you’re a lot noisier than cocaine. Unfortunately, you’re what I’m addicted to.”

He starts circling my clit and I whimper from the combination of pain and pleasure.

“Still sore, baby?”

“Yes!”

“Good.” He speeds up his stroking, while his other fingers torment each of my nipples in turn.

“Fi-i-inn,” I groan. “That hurts…”

“But it feels good too, otherwise you’d try to wriggle away. Wouldn’t you?”

“I told you, I’ve given up!”

“Right. Well, that suits me. I’ve given up too.”

“No, you haven’t. At least you get to feed your addiction. I’m going crazy, unable to kill anyone, and it’s just not fair!”

“That’s right, baby. Keep pouting. You look so cute when you pout.”

“I’mnotpouting!”

Okay, I guess I am. But it’s his fault; he brings that out in me.

“Anyway, your whole fixation is based on a lie,” he says. “I feel sorry for you. I honestly do. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to fixate on a lie.”

“What the fuck? What are you—ow! Oohhh…”

He’s just plunged two fingers into my pussy, and even though I’m in pain, my inner walls grip him hungrily.

“That’s right, baby, give in… give up… your Daddy wanted to… kill… you…” Every one of his thrusts sends sparks of electricity up my core. I start rocking my hips, riding his fingers and chasing the sensation that I guess has turned into some sort of addiction for me too.

“Yes, yes… fuck… fuck, that’s good, Finn!”

“That’s good,Daddy,” he corrects, adding a third finger and pumping into me.

“Daddy!” I scream, my pussy clenching around his fingers and drenching them with my orgasm.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pinching my clit hard until the last of my orgasm has been wrung out of me. “See? Not all your Daddies want you dead. At least, not yet.”

He flips me over so I’m straddling him, but pushes me so I’m flush against his chest. I don’t resist. I’m far past resisting.

In the distance, I hear a police siren and flashing lights. I guess the bomb squad is here. I guess they’re going to dismantle the bomb… the realization just makes me feel more tired than ever. Defeated.Hopeless.

I sag in Finn’s arms, too tired even, once the aftershock ofmy last orgasm has died, to cry.