Page 13 of Mutual Prey

“How can I make my baby scream?” he coos.

“I’m not your baby.”

“Yes, you are. You’re my cute, pretty baby. I’m gonna have a lot of fun chopping you up into tiny, adorable pieces.”

“I hate you.”

He smirks, pressing his mouth against mine, tugging at my lower lip between his teeth. He’s surprisingly gentle after the nipple torture session, and I can’t help but sink into it a little. It has a lot more effect on me than I’d like to admit.

But he sees it. Damn it, he sees it all. His chuckle against me makes my lips vibrate. Then he pulls back, and I suck in a breath of air, trying to calm myself. It feels like I’m a teenager with my hormones out of control. Only even as a teenager, I was perfectly in control. I always have been. So what the hell is going on?

I’ve been so lost in my thoughts that I don’t notice it at first when he sets two more weapons on the mattress beside me. A hunting rifle… and an ax.

“Bit of an overkill, isn’t it?” I ask, trying not to show how nervous I am.

“Well, I figured I’d let you choose. We’ll test each one out on you, see which one you’d prefer. See? I’m nice like that.”

Oh, fuck. Sorry for the swear word, Daddy. But this is going to hurt.

“Pretty sure I won’t be able to tell you that. You’d have to wound me in exactly the right spots if you want me to stay notonly conscious but lucid enough to react.”

I should know.

But he’s been in jail for the past five years. There’s just no way he’s got any kind of real training. Right?

He laughs softly, showing me a row of even teeth. “Oh, no, baby. I’m not planning on trying them out on youthatway. I’ve been fixating on you for years. I’m not killing you yet. I want to have some fun with you first. Don’t worry, I disinfected them.”

Before my brain has time to process his meaning, he grabs the knife again, stroking up and down my pussy with the sharp edge, but so lightly it doesn’t hurt. It only feels terribly uncomfortable, because it sends zaps of current up my core. And yet I can’t squirm at all. The smallest movement would cut me.

My intimate parts are probably the only thing that are intact on me, and I’d like to keep them that way.

I force myself to breathe slowly, willing myself not to arch into the blade. It’s harder than it should be to not grind into it when I feel its sharp tickle circle my bud. Beads of sweat pop out on my temple from the sheer effort of staying still.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I can’t tell if I want to gouge out his eyes or call him daddy.

What the hell?

At last, he takes some sort of pity on me—or maybe he’s just tired of this form of torture and has decided to switch to another one. He flips the blade around so that the handle is aligned to my pussy. He smirks at me as the blade slowly cuts into his skin, completely unbothered by the blood that pearls against his fingers. And then, he drives the handle into me. Slowly.

“Ooooh shit,” I let out, feeling my pussy grip the ridged object. “Oh, fuck. I mean, shit. Sorry, daddy.”

Damn it. I just spoke all those words aloud. It’s been far too long since I’ve gotten laid. Finn speeds up his movement, pumping me with the handle, and wetness pools around it.

“Don’t apologize,” he croons. “You’re being a very good girl for me, Cass. I like it when you call me daddy.”

“I… I wasn’t callingyoudaddy!” I gasp, panting in my desperate attempt not to moan as every one of his thrusts touches my G-spot. “I was apologizing to my… my… my daddy… for swearing!”

My brain is fried. I forget myself, riding the knife handle, my legs shaking with the effort ofnotorgasming for my future killer around the weapon he’s probably going to kill me with later.

Unless he chooses one of the other weapons to do the deed. Or all three of them.

“Huh. Isn’t your daddy dead?” He drives into me harder, pushing the handle in such a way that it strokes my inner walls. I feel my pussy gripping it, milking the handle, and I grit my teeth as the orgasm draws near, no matter how hard I try to keep it at bay.

“I heard all about that,” he continues, stroking my inner thigh with one hand as the other drives the knife handle into me.Oh, God, it feels so good.“I heard how that girl at our school, that clumsy idiot named Piper Day, accidentally fell over a bag containing your dad. Or well, his feet, his dick and his head. They never did find the rest of it, did they? And wasn’t it her boyfriend who killed your daddy, and then snapped your wrists when you tried to killhim? It’s a good thing I didn’t find you that day. I would’ve killed you on the spot, and this is so much better, don’t you think?”

“Fuck you! Piece of shit! Fuck you! Fuck!” By now, I no longer care about what’s coming out my mouth; my body is covered in a wet sheen from how hard I’m trying to stay in control. It’s just too hard not to let the swear words loose. I don’t even have the energy to apologize to Daddy anymore.

And he alwaysdidhate it when I swore.