5 #2
“Yeah. He’s not most people’s idea of a brother, is he? He’s not my real brother, anyway. I’m an orphan. At least, I think I am. I was sent here, to a new family, in high school. I guess you could say I’ve been having a hard time.”
“I guess you could say that, alright,” I agree.
She bites her lip. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m talking so much. You probably don’t care.”
“Well, no, I don’t,” I admit. “But you remind me a whole lot of my… well, my person that I used to know.”
“Piper. Right.”
“If it makes you feel better, I never really had any family either,” I tell her. “My mom died when I was a baby, and she killed my dad. She was drugged by her own invention.”
“Nice. I mean, no, not nice at all.” She flushes, and her face grows splotchy red, exactly like Piper’s used to. “I don’t know why I said that. It just sounded kind of… well, bad-ass, the way you put it.”
“Yeah, I guess it is kind of bad-ass.” I pluck a blade of grass from the ground.
“Anyway, I grew up in foster care too. Until I got adopted when I was seventeen, and my daddy, well…” I can’t believe I’m blushing too, but now, whenever I think of Daddy, I also think of Finn.
And between the two of them, I’m just a horny mess.
“He’s dead now, but it was nice while it lasted. ”
“It must be nice having a dad who cares,” she says dreamily.
You have no idea.
“Aren’t you eighteen, though?” I ask, changing the subject. “You don’t need to stay around your foster family if you don’t want to, do you?”
“I mean, I have no money,” she shrugs. “And I want to study. And, well… sometimes, he makes me feel nice.”
I snort. “Alright, well, have it your way. Anyway.” I stand up, brushing the grass of my dress. “I have to go. I have a guy to kill.”
“You… what?” She turns round eyes to me. “That’s a joke, right? It’s funny.”
“Uh huh. See you around, Bil—”
“Hey.”
Two hands clasp my shoulders, and I jump, startled.
He got me again. Damn it!
His mask falls to the ground, and I glance at it. A lion. He must have found out about my cat mask and wanted to make a point about being the bigger cat. Typical testosterone bullshit.
“Glad you’re having such a fun night,” his deep voice rasps in my ear. “Nice to meet you, Billie.”
“I… how did you know that?” She looks exactly like a scared little mouse as she sets eyes on him. The kind of scared little mouse who’s not used to being noticed.
I kind of feel bad for her. I have no idea what’s gotten into me.
“He knows everything,” I assure her. “Apart from the fact—” I check my watch— “that he has three hours and twenty-four minutes left to live. At most.”
He chuckles in my ear.
“And forty-eight seconds,” I add.
His hands wrap around my body, pinning my arms to my sides. “The way I see it, you’re the one who’s at a disadvantage right now.”
This, I can handle. My body is on high alert, my focus sharp. I’m cornered, but what’s the thrill if it’s too easy? The spanking, the sex—it was nerve wracking, because I couldn’t control it. This is the stuff that makes me thrive.
“I’m not entirely at a disadvantage,” I murmur, “because you have to get your weapon out, and you don’t have any pockets.
I can feel your ax pushing against my ass, which means you’ve either got a bag, or it’s looped in your belt.
I know that hard bulge isn’t your cock, though.
You’re a lot smaller, from what I recall.
Positively microscopic. I have a lot of experience with microscopes, you know. And—”
“You didn’t seem to mind my microscopic cock this morning,” he teases.
“Anyway,” I continue, ignoring both his input and Billie’s reddening face, “you’ve got an ax. That’s throwing off your sense of balance. And you’re gonna have to hold onto me with just one arm to grab it, so—”
“Like this, you mean?” he asks, pushing me to the side with lightning speed to free his right arm. “You know, baby, I’m pretty sure you’ve already experienced being held down with just one hand. You weren’t exactly able to break free while I reduced your ass to jell-o this morning.”
“Oh… was that you in the lecture hall? I heard about that.” A high-pitched giggle escapes Billie’s throat. I glare at her, and her red face turns purple. “Sorry. Uhm. I’m gonna go and… leave you to your… lovers’ quarrel, or whatever.”
She stands up, wiping her palms on her dress, and runs back inside.
“Well, your friend’s nice,” murmurs Finn, stroking the side of my face while his other arm renders me helpless.
I try to struggle out of his grip, but it’s useless.
“It’s not exactly fair,” I mumble. “I can’t possibly stand a chance if we play like this. You’re far too strong.”
“Glad you’re finally coming to terms with that.” His free hand hikes up my dress, then slips into my panties. I gasp as he plays with my clit. I’m aware I’m soaked, and now, he knows it too, and he’s probably inwardly gloating about it.
“So…” I hiss out a needy breath when he pushes a finger inside me, starting to fuck into me with slow, powerful thrusts. “So… it’s not fair. I’m at a… uhm… disadvantage.”
“Uh huh.”
It’s really hard to concentrate as his thrusts speed up, his finger curling to touch my G-spot. My razor-sharp focus melts. His effect on my body is the real disadvantage in all of this, though I’d never admit it.
“I was thinking…” I gulp, trying to keep the shaking out of my legs, to no avail. But then he pauses just as I’m about to fall apart, and that’s even worse. I whine in frustration.
“Yes?” he prompts, his breath tickling my ear.
“We should… make a game of it.”
“Hmm. Like hide-and-seek? Is that what you want, baby? You want to play hide-and-seek with Daddy?”
Goddammit, why does that kind of talk turn me on? He goes back to working my pussy with his finger, and far too quickly, I come apart on his hand.
“Finn…” I gasp, forgetting everything as the orgasm rolls through me.
But he doesn’t stop. He merely picks up his pace, and I start twitching in overstimulation. “Okay, Finn. You win. I came. Stop that, now.”
All he does is fuck me harder with his finger. And he adds a second one, pushing me against the trunk of the tree Billie was sitting against before, half-carrying me as his body pins me to it, his fingers continue to work me.
“Finn! Fuck! Finn!”
I’m struggling against him, but he doesn’t let up. He doesn’t do anything but breathe hard in my ear, his fingers fucking into me so fast they leave me breathless. It’s like he’s turned into a robot… like his brain has powered off, and all he can think about is getting me off.
And he does. Again, and again, and again.
One painful orgasm after another courses through me, and I give in to them at last, because what choice do I have? I sag against him, my legs shaking, his hand pulling whimpers and moans from my throat.
It’s just relentless. I wonder if it’s possible to die like this… from too many orgasms.
By the time he lets up, my pussy is literally numb. I’ve never been so… well, orgasmed-out.
“Damn it, Finn,” I gasp.
His palm has landed over my pussy again, as if that’s its natural resting place.
He still leans against me, forcing me several feet up from the ground, and I feel both his ax and his cock digging into my ass.
Meanwhile, his face presses against my neck, and I can feel his hot breath against my nape.
“What the hell was that?”
“Shh, baby,” he mumbles against me. “Shhh.”
His palm stays plastered against my folds, but the other hand—the one that had been pinning me to the tree—loosens its hold just enough to push between me and the bark, and toy with my nipples. I moan as I feel him start to grind his stiffness into my ass.
My pussy is still numb, but I just can’t help it. I really want his cock.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?” I grumble, after it feels like he’s been pressing against my body for ages. The ax is starting to get a little uncomfortable, and so is the rough bark. And his cock against me… well, it makes my clit pulse. Or whatever raw nerve endings remain under the numbness.
“Hmm. I’m thinking.”
“Yeah?” I snap. “Do share.”
“I just really want to kill you, baby.” He trails kisses up and down my neck, causing me to shiver. “But I also really want to fuck you.”
“Well, get off of me, or you won’t be doing either.”
“The thing is, I don’t want to get off of you.” He pulls up my dress, pulling away from me just enough that he manages to run a hand over the swell of my ass. “I don’t want to ever get off of you. I want to keep you.”
I really shouldn’t be getting so turned on by the guy I’m planning to kill in… I manage to wriggle one of my hands just enough to catch the time on my wrist watch.
In just a little over two hours.
It’s almost ten. Holy fuck. Has he really been fingering me in that obsessive, relentless way for nearly hour? No wonder I’m so numb.
“You’re deranged,” I choke out.
“Right back at you, baby.” His fingers go back to stroking my clit, and I cry out in discomfort.
“I’m going to spontaneously combust if you keep touching me there.”
“Hmm. Well, I guess that’s one way to die.”
He rubs back and forth, and my eyes water.
“Finn. Please!”
“Please what?”
I grit my teeth. “Please… Daddy.”
“That’s better.” He pulls his hand away, and I sigh in relief. “But you said I could fuck you.”
“I… well… not exactly.” Yes. “I’m just bored. Either fuck me or let me go. Or kill me. Just do something, for fuck’s sake.”
“Naughty girl,” he chuckles in my ear, raising his hand to swat my bottom, which is still sore from this morning. “One of these days, I’m really gonna have to beat your ass for all that cussing.”
“Oh, yeah? What the hell was it you were doing this morning?”
“That was just foreplay, baby.”
“Psycho.”
“Uh huh. That makes two of us.” He pulls down my panties, and I feel the tip of his cock nudge between my cheeks.
“Finn! Be careful of that dress! And the panties! It’s all Dior! Ow! Where are you putting that?”
“I thought your pussy was sore.”