Page 29 of Bottoms
I could feel Fynn’s body tense. The sick, twisted monster he had made me into smiled at the thought of pushing him further. He moved me so quickly that I didn’t have time to react before being pushed into the car's side. His chest pressed against mine as he used his foot to kick my legs, making me widen my stance. I felt the end of the barrel as he pressed it directly between my legs. If he pulled the trigger now, the bullet would come out of the top of my head. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with the healing process.
“How’s this?” he growled. I loved that I had found a way to get under his skin.
“I’ve had bigger,” I said passively. But on the inside, I was waiting for the storm to arrive.
Our lips crashed together as a bitter battle for dominance broke out. Kissing Fynn felt like licking the blade of a razor-sharp knife, knowing full well it would cut you before you were finished. My hands balled into fists around the fabric of his jacket as I desperately pulled him into me to deepen the kiss. He pressed the gun into me harder, making me moan. He broke free from the kiss, looking like he barely held on to a scrap of control as I felt the weight of the gun disappear.
“Oh, no, you are not leaving me like this,” I said, catching my breath.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you had another panic attack,” Fynn quipped back.
“And I thought you were about to quit fucking around and fuck me already.”
Fynn's gaze was playful, but I was never exactly sure where his mood would land. That just made it more exciting, like playing Russian roulette. Or letting a psycho rub you down with a loaded gun.
“Oh no, my butterfly. We’re not at that stage yet.”
I pouted. It didn’t matter that I looked like a child without a slice of cake at the birthday party. I wanted my cake and to eat it too. Grabbing his hand holding the gun, I brought it back between my thighs before looking up at him.
“They’re your rules, but figure out a way to get the job done,” I ordered. I leaned back into the car's door as Fynn resumed sliding the barrel across my clit.
Fynn bent down, and I prepared for another collision, but he turned to whisper into my ear instead. “The first time is usually bloody.”
A shiver raced through me, and I couldn’t tell what emotion was attached to it. I felt myself getting wetter and decided to roll with the pleasure. Emotions were overrated anyway.
The cool breeze made me gasp as it caressed the skin of my hips. His leather-wrapped hands slowly pulled my pants and underwear down. Taking his time to reveal me to the kiss of the night air. Part of me knew he had seen me naked plenty of times, but this was different. This was an invitation with his name on the guest list.
The cold metal barrel of the gun returned moments after I shivered from the cold air as it breezed across my overheated, sensitive skin. I let a soft moan out into the sky to get carried off by the wind. Fynn slid the barrel of the gun through my folds, coating it in my arousal. He worked me up as quickly as any other had, knowing exactly what kinds of touches my body needed.
His hand returned to my throat, holding on to me like the prized possession he saw me as. I smiled as his lips found their way back to mine, loving that someone felt like this towards me. Our tongues battled while the gun's tip changed angle, heading towards my opening.
I couldn’t help but tense, and my lips stopped participating in the kiss as I felt Fynn start to press the gun inside me. My walls shifted and moved in an attempt to accommodate the strange object. He moved it in slowly, backing out every now and then before gaining more ground. Slight zips of pain coursed through my body occasionally, reminding me how dangerous this was. Thinking about that only turned me on more.
Fynn worked the barrel all the way inside me, stopping when the trigger guard pressed against my skin. My heart pounded, and I knew just how easily I could die. At least it would be a quick death.
I let my worries escape into the night sky as I tilted my head up to look at the stars between the branches of the treetops. Rough leather brushed across my clit, tearing a gasp from my lips. Fynn started slowly pulling the gun out of me, twisting his wrist as he went, while his fingers vibrated against my clit. I could feel the sights of the gun scraping on the inside. When he almost had the entire gun free, he reversed course. Either he was about to get me off around the barrel of his gun, or I would end up shot tonight. Ending the night with a bang, it seemed.
My worries belonged to the stars now, and I melted into the sensations. My orgasm built inside me with every scraping reminder that there was a loaded gun fucking me while leather gloves used in a murder rubbed my clit. I came screaming into the night sky as if reborn.
I looked down to watch him pull the gun from between my thighs, surprised only a slight amount of blood was staining my skin.
10
A Woman Wearing Gloves
“Iwantyoutocome to a party with me tonight,” Fynn said, as he tossed a dress bag onto the dining room table. It had been a week since he had tried to let me watch him work. It had been a week since he gave me a screaming orgasm in the middle of the woods around the barrel of his gun. And he hadn’t touched me since. I wasn’t complaining, either. Not with the lingering bouts of shame that would wash over me when I thought back on that night. It also felt arousing, which didn’t help me sort out my overall feelings on the matter. Or my feelings on Fynn.
“I don’t have the best track record with parties. I think I’ll pass,” I said. Not bothering to look at whatever outfit he had picked out for the evening.
“But it’s going to be a lot of fun,” Fynn hedged. “Tanner, Nik, and Colten will be there.”
My muscles tensed, and I tried not to let it show.
“You’ll be wearing a mask and a wig. You don’t even have to talk to them if you don’t want to. You can just sit back and watch.”
“Shit,” I breathed out loud. Knowing that my circling mind wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else until I agreed to go. My hands reached for the garment bag but stopped midair. “Wait, what happens if they want me to go with them?”
“Wherever you go, I go, sweetheart,” Fynn said with a smile.
