Page 37 of Mutual Prey

“Finn, I’mnotstaying 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 tokeep up.

“Finn, stop… that… hurts…” I sob out, burying my face in his lap.

“For a serial killer, youarea 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 withthat 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 anythingbutrelaxing. 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 onyou. Didn’t you?”

“Finn, that’s not true. Why would I be begging for some jerk to kill me? That’s ridiculous!”