5 #3
I clench my teeth as I feel his cock push in. He didn’t use lube, and after getting fingered for so long, my pussy is as dry as sandpaper. There’s no moisture he can coat himself in to make it easier. But he doesn’t let that stop him, slamming his way in, his balls hitting my sore cheeks.
I bite down on a yell, stars forming in front of my eyes.
“What the hell, Finn?”
“You said your pussy was sore,” he reminds me again. “So I’m fucking your ass instead. This is me showing I care. Say thank you, Daddy.”
“Asshole.”
He pumps into me so hard I’m almost brought to my knees. A strange strangled sound escapes my throat, somewhere between a cry and a moan. It hurts so good.
“Go on. Say it. Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. Ow!”
He picks up his pace, a relentless, obsessive one that mirrors the way his fingers fucked my pussy. Oh, god, if this lasts as long as the fingering, I think I am going to spontaneously combust.
Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing… maybe dying around Finn’s cock would be, well…
The thought sends a surge of wetness to my folds, and even though they’re still half-numb, I bring my fingers to them, desperately hunting for release.
“Uh uh. Naughty girl.” Finn pins my arms back to my body with one hand. “You want to cum, naughty girl?”
“Ye-e-s…” I moan, as he continues to drive his cock mercilessly into my ass.
At once, he lets go of my arms just long enough to grab me under my thighs, lifting me up into a sitting position, then seizes my hands with his underneath my legs, trapping my body in that position.
My thighs are resting wide open on his arms, my knees folded almost to my chest, and his every thrust hits so deep that I lose any control I’d retained, and start to wail.
But then, he pushes me against the trunk again. Only this time, with my thighs open, the bark presses against my clit.
“Ohhh… fuck.”
The bark tortures my sore, half-numb folds.
Finn rubs me over a smooth patch of wood, but it still feels rough as hell.
I give in to it, sobbing from the turmoil of pain and pleasure that’s crushing me.
Just when I start to wonder if it’s going to go on forever, I feel his balls tense against my ass cheeks, and ropes of warm cum fill me.
He stays in me for a while, his cock slowly growing soft, before pulling out of me and setting me down on the ground. Then he crawls beside me, wrapping his arm around me and cuddling me to him.
“You are insane.”
“Right back at you,” he says again, licking me from my ear to my mouth, and then hungrily sucking on my lips.
“You’re disgusting, Finn,” I groan. “Like a wet, slobbery dog.”
“I can be wet and slobbery elsewhere,” he offers, bending down to lick my pussy.
I cry out. “No, Finn. No! You’ve already destroyed me down there. I need some time. Please.”
“Well, how much time do we have? You know, before you kill me.”
I glance at my watch. A bit more than an hour. Fuck.
I kind of want to keep him too. What’s wrong with me? I don’t have a choice. I have to kill him.
He brings his face back to mine, kissing the spot right under my ear. “I want to fuck your tight little pussy again before you kill me.”
“Well, maybe you’ll kill me first. Then you can fuck me all you want… at least, my corpse.”
“I don’t want to kill you.”
I freeze, staring up at him. “What the hell?”
“I mean, I do,” he quickly corrects himself. “Just… not yet. I want to play with my little prey some more. So I guess, if anyone dies tonight, it’s me. I didn’t even bring a weapon. See?”
He shows me the ax I’d felt earlier. It’s made of hard plastic. It’s… a toy.
I guess that makes sense. I didn’t think about it after he started the fingering. I didn’t think of anything, really. But if he’d had a real ax, I guess all that fucking would’ve chopped me to bits.
“Too bad,” I say. “I would’ve let you fuck my pussy with your ax handle again. But I don’t want your cock. It’s too… small.”
I turn away from him so he doesn’t see my smirk.
“Little liar,” he breathes, stroking up and down my neck. “But that’s okay. I’m sure I can find something to properly stuff your sweet cunt.”
I’ve never been more raw down there, and yet, my wetness is currently ruining my Dior panties… and is threatening my Dior dress, too.
I know I’m breaking my own rules, but I want to keep this dress.
I want to kill Finn in it, and then keep the blood-splattered clothes.
Maybe I am attached to him in a weird way.
I always denied it to myself after that party in senior year of high school.
And yet, the truth is, something has always been there.
I don’t want to just bury him and… wipe away all trace of his existence.
I can’t keep him, but I need to keep something.
“You can’t do that, Finn,” I say, startling as his mouth presses against mine. “Stop.”
“Well, you started it,” he murmurs, biting down on my lower lip. “It feels nice.”
“It feels too nice,” I stammer. “I can’t do that when I’m going to… going to… kill…”
My words are lost as he embraces me, his tongue hungrily pushing past my lips.
“I mean it, Finn. You’re making it hard!”
“Good.” He sits up, pulling me into his lap so I’m straddling him, and deepens his kiss. “I want it to be hard. Just like I’m hard for you, baby. Call me Daddy again.”
“Daddy,” I sob into his mouth, my arms reaching around him to hold him to him. “I wish you hadn’t… I wish you hadn’t…”
“Hadn’t what, baby?” he murmurs, toying with my pink hair as he kisses me.
“Hadn’t stolen that guy from me. Professor Cotton. I wouldn’t have had to kill you, then. But now I do. It’s all your fault.” I hiccup a sob into his chest.
“Don’t feel bad about that, baby,” he soothes between nibbles of my lower lip. “This doesn’t change anything. I’m still gonna kill you. You might as well try to get me first. It’s cute, seeing you try.”
I disengage abruptly from his arms, standing up and brushing off my Dior dress, which has definitely seen better days.
“Let’s play that game, Finn. Hide-and-seek. Only we’ll both hide, and we’ll both seek. Whoever finds the other one first kills them.”
He shrugs. “Fine. Only I’m not going to kill you. That is, not tonight. So if I find you first, I get to fuck that sweet pussy of yours. And not with an ax handle. With my microscopic cock.”
“It’s a deal.” I glance at my watch. There’s just about an hour left. Well, I can make that work. “We’ll give each other three minutes. On your mark… get set… go.”
I start running as fast as I can, and hear his combat boots hit the ground as he runs in the opposite direction.
Sometimes, my own intelligence astounds me.
There’s just no way he can possibly foresee this.
I’m aware by now that he stalks me, but today, I stalked him too.
I knew he was on College Road while I was in the forest, setting up the trap.
I saw him there. Of course, I didn’t realize his intention was to kill Cotton, but still, I’m sure he didn’t see me.
I’ve played hide-and-seek enough with Daddy to know that when someone’s counting, it’s just human nature to go hide in the opposite direction.
Just like I calculated, Finn took the opposite direction. And moments later, I hear a loud snap and a surprised yelp.
Got him!
I walk slowly to my trap, reveling in the sight that I know awaits me. Finn hanging upside down with a rope firmly tied to his ankle.
“Hey, Daddy.” I greet him with a smirk.
“Fuck!” For once, he’s lost his cool. “Fuck! What is this? Let me the fuck down, Cass! This isn’t fair! You cheated!”
“You can’t cheat when there are no rules,” I gloat, circling him, my knife in hand. “So, how does it feel, Finn? Knowing you’re seconds away from being gutted like a fish? Or like a pig. I’m gonna let you bleed out like a pig. How about grunting for me?”
I slide my knife down his collar and he winces, before I bring it all the way down to the bottom hem of his shirt, his buttons popping out.
Damn it. I shouldn’t have done that. He’s… hot.
I drink in the sight of his chiseled abs, the v-line dipping to his briefs. I suddenly realize just how naked I’ve been around him—and how clothed he’s been.
Honestly, it should be a crime, killing such a hot guy.
I mean, I know it is, but… it should really be a crime.
“Cass,” he gasps, “please. I don’t want to die. Not like this.”
“Not like what?” I taunt him. “Not hanging upside down like an animal?”
He glares at me. “No. Not without my cock in your pussy. Please, Cass. It’ll drive me crazy if I can’t… fuck you one last time.”
I chuckle, but the truth is, the thought makes my pussy ache too. And my heart, oddly enough. At least, the space where my heart should be.
“Well, we don’t always get what we want, do we, Finn?” I tease. “Anyway, it’s a case of you or me. And I’d much rather it be you than me.”
But I’m aware I don’t sound as convinced as I’d like to. I mean… those abs. If only he hadn’t killed Cotton. If only.
My body is all out of whack, and killing Finn is the only thing that can set it right again.
Still, a lump rises in my throat as I drag the sharp end of my knife up and down those insane abs, causing rivulets of blood to form.
“Cass, baby,” says Finn again. “It doesn’t have to be you or me.”
“Nice try, Daddy.”
“No, I mean, it will be… one day. You know? But not yet. I’ve started to realize just how addicted I am to you. Fucking you… it takes the edge off my need. Doesn’t it… doesn’t it take the edge off of yours?”