Page 20 of Fatal Collision
Yes, that’s what I am. Right?
The gun is just out of reach, taunting me amongst a cluster of mushrooms. I need to get to it somehow.
“Don’t take it personally, little rabbit. You’re just not strong enough to fight off the monster. Not even with a weapon right next to you.” He leans down as much as the position allows and taunts near my ear, “If you want it, why don’t you grab it?”
Because it’s so fucking easy, right? He has me trapped. Asshole.
The flare of my nostrils is the only response he gets. I refuse to give him anything else. He knows full well I can’t reach for it when he has me immobilised.
That’s the point.
“So powerless.” He buries his nose in my hair, breathing me in. “So weak.”
“Fuck you,” I bite out before I can stop myself.
“You would like that, sweetheart. Wouldn’t you?Well, it just so happens you’re in luck tonight. I caught my prize, and I’m gonna take my time with you. You still owe me that orgasm, remember?”
How could I possibly forget? My pussy still throbs from earlier when he brought me right to the edge and left me hanging. That was rude, by the way, if you ask me.
With my wrists secured behind my back, he palms my ass cheeks, and I focus on literally anything other than how big and warm his hand is on my skin… or how good it feels.
“If I release your wrists, will you let me eat you out from behind?” he asks, giving my ass a sharp whack.
A rough grunt escapes me as a thousand little needle pricks spread across my tingling skin. “I guess you’ll have to try it out for yourself.”
“That means no. Are you always this stubborn? I can see how wet you are.”
“Are you always this obnoxious?” I lift my head to look at him over my shoulder, but he shoves my face back down until I’m eating dirt.
“That fucking smart mouth.” He grabs me by the back of my neck and releases my wrists. I immediately dig the heels of my palms into the ground to push myself up, but he’s still sitting on me. Thanks to his weight, it’s pointless to squirm. I’m only tiring myself out.
“How about this?” he murmurs, dipping his fingers between my legs. “What if I let you go?”
He pushes a finger inside me, slowly thrusting it in and out as a shameless whimper escapes me. It shouldn’t feel this good. But it does, and I’m trembling.
“What if I stop right now and let you leave?”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?” he asks, amused.
“You should let me leave. Aaah, god…fuck!”
“Is that what you want? Are you sure?” He curls his fingers to hit that magic spot.“Because it sounds to me like you’re enjoying this.”
“Mpfghh! Kane.” I don’t recognize these weird sounds I’m making. I shake my head. “No, no I… That’s not… I don’t enjoy this.”
“No?” A second finger joins the first. And his thumb presses against my exit.
“Oh, wow. Oh, fuck.” My pussy spasms. “No, you can’t have my orgasm.”
Kane laughs low, then slows his movements before he pulls out completely and stands back up. Confused, I finally look over my shoulder. “Why did you… What? I don’t understand.”
“I’m giving you what you want.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, wiping his wet fingers on his pants.
“What I want?” I slowly sit up. From this angle, he could pass for a monster. Tall. Handsome. Face shadowed in mystery.
He jerks his chin. “Leave.”
