4 #4
“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.
I’ve never had anal sex—apart from being fingered—and it hurts. I have a feeling that it hurts even more than it would if I had a thick cock in there, because there’s no give to it. It’s just solid, hard metal.
I find myself wondering if Finn’s cock is thick, and if it would hurt, but I don’t realize I’m staring at the stiffness in his jeans until he chortles.
“Maybe I’ll let you have it sometime. But you’re gonna have to show me what a good girl you are first.”
“What? I… don’t…”
I bite my tongue, flustered, but also relieved to find that he’s stopped pushing the rifle further inside me. My asshole is filled with about three to four inches of hard metal, but now that it’s no longer moving, I allow myself to relax and get used to the foreign object.
Until I see that he’s picked up the ax.
Oh, crap. This isn’t how I want to go. Chopped into pieces with a hunting rifle up my ass.
I close my eyes, allowing another tear to wind down my cheek, as he strokes up and down my torso with the sharp edge of the ax.
“Please, Finn…” I blubber.
“Please what? Please who?”
He wants me to call him Daddy.
Never.
He’s not pressing the ax too hard against me, but the edge is so sharp it causes little rivulets of blood to form on my skin as he drags it up and down.
“I don’t want to die like this,” I sob out.
“Like what? Like this?”
He starts driving the rifle butt in and out of my ass, and I feel myself tense, which only makes the pain worse. But it also makes my clit pulse, and my pussy spasms around nothing again.
“Please, Finn…” This time, I’m aware I’m pleading for something else, and he’s just as aware.
“You’re a very naughty girl, Cass. I guess I should wait for you to beg properly, but I’ll let you have it. I’m nice, after all. Well, maybe not nice. But nicer than your Daddy.”
I don’t ask him what he means this time, only huffing in relief when I feel the edge of the ax leave my skin, and huffing in even greater relief when I feel its handle pressing against my pussy.
The handle is far thicker than the knife handle, but my pussy grips it as it slides in easily through my wetness.
I practically scream when he starts to drive them both in at the same time, and now, the pressure in my ass feels good.
I can feel both weapons inside me, rubbing up against my inner linings, and I completely forget myself.
I start to writhe as much as my position allows me to, arching back and forth to meet each thrust, riding the rifle butt and the ax handle desperately.
“Easy now,” murmurs Finn, though his pumping is anything but. “You don’t want me to accidentally shoot, do you? That would be a shitty way to go. Literally.”
But I’m far past caring. For the first time since I can remember, I abandon control entirely, wave after wave of pleasure and pain at last wringing out the scream that Finn seemed so intent on hearing.
He bends down then, grabs my clit and sucks it into his mouth, deepening the orgasm and lengthening the aftershock.
Then he pulls away, wiping his mouth.
“You taste sweet.”
“Fuck… you.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He reaches up and smacks one of my breasts. “Careful, or I’m gonna have to take you over my lap. Just like Daddy. Did Daddy ever give you an orgasm like that, by the way?”
No.
“Yes.”
I realize too late neither of those would have been the right answer. He throws his head back laughing.
“Well, I’ll just have to try harder next time.”
“Next… time?”
I blink in confusion at this revelation that he’s not going to kill me. At least not yet.
“Yeah, I told you, Cass. What would be the fun in killing you so quickly? I’ve spent years thinking of you.
I’m not going to just slit your throat and call it a day.
I’m gonna take my time. You know, it’s fun to play with your prey.
And that’s just what you are, baby. A very sweet, pretty, cute prey. ”
No one’s ever described me as sweet, pretty, or cute, and bile rises up in my throat at the words. But not enough that I don’t whine in regret when he pulls back.
Damn it. I don’t care what it says about me, but I really need his cock. I don’t think I’ve ever needed anything more than I need his cock right now.
Not even revenge.
“Maybe I’ll let you have it next time, if you’re a very good girl,” he chuckles as he stands up. “But I told you. You have to earn it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Tsk, tsk. Seems to me you do need a Daddy in your life. Someone to spank you and soap your mouth when you’ve been a brat.”
Okay. How the hell does he know about the soap?
“Finn!” I cry out when he opens the door. “Aren’t you going to… untie me?”
And remove the ax and the rifle from my pussy and ass?
“You’re a big girl,” he says, walking out. “I’m sure you can manage.”