6 #2
“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 of my last orgasm has died, to cry.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, running a finger up and down my spine. “Now, don’t you want me to tell you why your Daddy wanted to kill you?”
“I don’t believe you,” I mumble against his chest.
“Why the hell he decided to adopt you after finding you in some alleyway murdering a guy? Why the hell a grown man would decide to adopt a serial killer seventeen-year-old? It wasn’t because you’re a hot piece of ass. Though you are, baby.”
“It wasn’t… like that,” I mutter, then gasp when his fingers work themselves toward my bottom, and start stroking up and down my crack.
“Mhm hmm. Well, anyway. He knew who you were. The daughter of the brilliant scientist who invented the drugs that would cause her own downfall. He knew she was given the D.”
“Shut up, Finn.”
“Hey, I didn’t invent that name! She got the D, didn’t she?
And he realized its effects would transfer through to you.
And when you were born… well, you were just a baby.
You didn’t have anyone to fixate on. Just a dead mother and a busload of dead people.
You were born right in that bus, weren’t you? ”
“How the hell do you know all this?” I ask, trying to look up at him, but he keeps me pressed to him, and his fingers go back to rubbing up and down my crack. It’s oddly relaxing.
“Shh. I had five years to find out everything there was to know about you, Cass. I know you spent most of your life without purpose. Without a fixation, and it was driving you insane. You were going around killing random people, and it was only a matter of time before you got caught. So your daddy adopted you. Gave you a fixation. A list of people who had wronged your mother. Taught you to use your violence in a way that would keep you safe. Didn’t he, baby? ”
“Ye-e-s,” I moan, giving in to the relaxing massage, which is starting to make me horny again. “Yes, he did all that…”
“But it wasn’t your list, baby. It was his.
He didn’t give a shit about your mother.
He was wronged by Devil—the same thing happened to him that had happened to your mom.
They stole an invention of his. So he used you to get back at them.
And he was going to kill you when you’d served your purpose. When you’d finished your list.”
This time, when I sit up, he doesn’t try to stop me. I glare at him, searching his face for some sign that he’s lying, but I don’t find any.
“That’s not true,” I hiss. “He would never do that to me. Besides, I know what all of those people did, specifically—”
“All of them?”
“Well, most of them… some of them.” Cotton. Jud Hart. Many of them. But not all.
I only knew what two of those four people did—the four people I was planning to blow up in the gymnasium.
“Sure, you share some of the same list,” continues Finn, lazily going back to my nipples now that my ass is unavailable, since I’m sitting it firmly on his thighs.
“After all, there’s only one department at Devil that steals scientific inventions.
There’s bound to be some overlap. But your list and your daddy’s lists aren’t identical.
Seems to me you should be going through it and… rearranging it.”
Gone is the feeling of hopelessness. Pure panic takes its place. “It’s not true. It can’t be true.”
“Think about it. Don’t I know everything there is to know about you? By the way, I also have a funny theory about you.”
I cross my arms and regard him with the kind of glare that usually reduces people to a pile of mush. He only grins, though.
“I don’t want to hear about it,” I say icily.
“Well, here goes anyway.” He interrupts himself to pry my arms apart so he can go back to touching my breasts.
“You’re really fucking obsessed, you pervert,” I snap. “Aren’t you able to go a single second without touching me?”
“Nope. I told you, I’m addicted.” He pulls me to him and closes his teeth around one of my nipples.
“Ow! Finn!”
He licks over the hurt, and then palms my tit with his hand again, freeing his mouth to speak. “I think that despite what you told me at that party in high school, that one party you went to—you weren’t drunk at all.”
“Finn! That’s not true!”
“Want the D, baby? Tell me the truth, and you’ll get the D.”
“I do not want your cock, you fucking pervert. It’s so microscopic anyway—it’s not the bribe you think it is.”
“Hmm.” He pushes me off him so that I’m on my hands and knees.
“Finn, I’m not staying like this. Besides, what if the cops find us here?”
“What if they do? Is there a rule that says partygoers can’t get naked in the woods?”
“There probably is!”
“Well, hopefully they’ll watch for a while before they write us up. I’m not sure if you know this about me, baby, but…”
“But you like an audience. Yeah, I know.”
“Good for you.” Smack.
“Hey!” I try to scramble away, but he keeps me firmly in an all-fours position, his arm wrapped around my middle. “Hey, Finn! What’s that for?”
“Well, you’ve been swearing pretty much nonstop. And calling my cock microscopic. That’s hurtful, baby.” Smack.
“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance!”
“Yeah, I guess you should’ve. Now you’re in for it.” He rubs over my ass cheeks before setting into a sudden hard spanking rhythm that has me landing on his lap after a while, unable to keep up.
“Finn, stop… that… hurts…” I sob out, burying my face in his lap.
“For a serial killer, you are a crybaby. I’ll let up when you beg me for the D.”
“Stop saying that! Ow! Fuck!”
“Call me Daddy and beg for my cock. If you don’t, I’ll keep spanking you—and I’ll tell you the rest of my funny theory.”
“Ow! You—ow—already—ow—told—me—about—the theory! Goddammit, Finn, you’re insane!”
I writhe around desperately, trying to escape his hand as it falls fast and hard. It’s like he’s possessed, using my body in the same uncontrollable, desperate way that I feel when I kill. It’s the same as when he fingered me, and when he fucked me… it’s like he goes into a trance.
Like he’s on drugs.
And the more he plays with my body, the longer the trances last. It really is an addiction.
Only the problem is, I’m starting to get addicted too.
Still, I cry out in relief when at last he pauses, then reaches for the folds between my legs, stroking up and down.
“Damn, you’re soaked. Sorry, baby, I just had to take a break.
I hope you don’t mind. I can’t really talk and spank at the same time.
I’ve never been good at multitasking. And I really want to tell you the rest of my theory. ”
I’m far too out of it to do anything but open my thighs, giving him full access to my pussy. I moan loudly when he drags his fingers through my wetness.
“My theory,” starts Finn slowly, tickling my clit, “is that you were a little liar when you told me, the next day, that you were too drunk to remember what we did.”
“I didn’t…”
“For such a frigid little bitch, you sure took your time with that lap dance, huh? You didn’t know what to do with my cock back then.
You just licked it up and down for a minute and called it a day.
I’ve never had such blue balls in my life.
Then the next day, you acted like nothing had happened.
Said you’d had too much to drink. Well, I didn’t see you drink a single thing that night, baby.
I don’t believe Cass Henley has ever had a drop of alcohol in her life. ”
“I… have…” My protest dies on my lips as his light tickle turns into a deeper stroking. I arch back into his fingers, but he at once pulls away. “Finn…” I whine.
“And that Wednesday, you injected me with the D. Baby, you could’ve just asked me for it. You didn’t need to ruin my life, did you?”
“Finn…” I groan, trying to sit back up. But my ass hurts like hell, and anyway, he’s still got an arm firmly on me, pushing me down against his lap.
“Just relax, baby. Shhh.” By now, the massage is anything but relaxing. He’s got me hovering on the edge, forcing me to show just how needy I am, and never giving me any release.
“My theory,” he drawls, continuing his obsessive torture, “is that you wanted me to hyperfixate on you. Didn’t you?”
“Finn, that’s not true. Why would I be begging for some jerk to kill me? That’s ridiculous!”
“Is it? You never knew any sort of affection but your Daddy’s, who’s trained you into a killing machine and who was planning to kill you—and don’t tell me you don’t know, deep down, that it’s the truth.
You don’t think in terms of love and hate.
You think in terms of killing… and killing.
You wanted me to fixate on you, no matter what form it took, because you were fixated on me.
And that just means the world to me, baby girl. ”
I shake my head, trying to find the words to deny it. But in my energy-less, well-spanked state, nothing comes to mind. Except for a tiny pinprick of a voice, deep inside me, that tells me there isn’t a single lie in anything he’s just said.
“Well?” he prompts. “You know what to say.”
He pulls his hand away, and I whimper in regret. Then I huff out a heavy sigh.
“Fine. Fine. Please… Daddy… may I have your cock?”