Page 41 of Mutual Prey

“I’m not rushing you. But you know you have a tendency to chat. And that’s fucked you in the past. So do it now. I don’t want you to get fucked… except by me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I roll my eyes, turning back to Mr. Campbell, and aiming my gun at him.

“Stop! Cass! No!” Mr. Campbell’s pleading is accompanied by an even greater stench.

“Goddammit, the guy’s got diarrhea. Cass,you’recleaning.”

“We’ll play for it. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.”

“Fuck that. You’ll be on your knees cleaning that shit while I fuck you from behind. Now do it. My cock is ready to burst.”

Mr. Campbell stares at the barrel of the gun, shock glazing over his features. He doesn’t protest anymore, merely swaying back and forth.

“I wonder how much this silencer actually silences.”

“Fuck, Cass, stop talking and shoot!”

“Fine.” I put my finger on the trigger. “Mr. Campbell… think your last thought… anddie.”

A muted explosion follows my words, and the man responsible for my old Daddy’s death crumples over, while my new Daddy grips my hips from behind.

“Finn, I’mnotcleaning that mess. Or having sex anywhere near it. It stinks!”

“I’ll open a window.” Finn is already pulling down my Valentino jeans and pushing me down on my hands and knees, just inches away from the dead body. He quickly opens a window, before coming back, fisting his cock in his hand.

“Finn…” I groan. “At least, let’s clean up the shit before wefuck. The smell makes me gag.”

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

“You can gag around my cock.” Leaving me with my jeans around my knees, he goes around to my mouth. “Open up.”

“Finn, the smell!”

He pinches my nose, and when I pop open my mouth for air, he pushes his cock in. “Be a good girl, now, baby. Take my cock, and I’ll make sure not to let you breathe. That way the smell won’t bother you.”

My eyes water as his cock rams into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, his fingers pinching my nose. Well, I guess he’s right. The smell doesn’t bother me anymore.

I feel myself turning purple, my hands batting at his jeans, as he keeps a hold of my nose. I just manage to occasionally get a breath in around his cock, but the lack of oxygen is making me dizzy.

It’s a nice kind of dizzy, though. Especially with the added thrill of knowing just how easily he could kill me right now.

And he seems to be thinking the same thing, his pupils dilated and dangerous under his hooded eyes. He’s clearly struggling with the urge to end me, but he must win his inner battle. His balls tighten, and his seed coats the back of my throat.

“Good girl,” he croons, stroking the side of my face. “You’re my very good girl, baby. I’m going to make you happy. I’m going to make you so goddamn happy. And I promise you I won’t kill you until we’re very old. Not until we’re eighty at least. You’re going to live a very long, very happy life, without dying at my hands for most of it.”

I rest my head against his knees and mumble, “That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me, Finn.”

“You’ll see. I’m the most romantic Daddy you’ll ever have. Now, stay on your knees with those jeans around your ankles,and clean the shit while I watch.”

“No, Finn!” I pout. “Youclean it.”

“When you make the mess, you gotta clean the mess.”

“Well, I’m not cleaning it. You’re the one who told me to stop using saran wrap because it’s bad for the environment. But it kept me from having to deal with just this kind of situation.”

“Fine,” he relents at last. He picks me up so that I’m straddling him, his palms gripping my ass. “I’ll clean it, but first, I want to fuck you in every room in this house. Maybe the smell won’t be so bad in some of them.”