She shook her head no, but I could smell her arousal, and the wet spot that had formed on her pink yoga pants screamed she was lying. She tensed as I reached between her knees that she could not close and watched her face carefully as my finger brushed along the hardened peak of her clit. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she looked away, trying to deny what her body obviously wanted.

“It’s terrible, isn’t it? To want something you shouldn’t? To be something that others think is disgusting?” Jackie whimpered and sucked her lower lip into her mouth. “I understand, Jackie. You didn’t ask for this any more than I asked to be born the way I am, yet here we are together.” My voice was soft and a little rough from the whiskey, but with each word I spoke, her breathing picked up a little more.

Her chest rose and fell quicker as her heart rate spiked. I ran my finger up and down the damp area of her pants, just hard enough that she’d feel it but not hard enough for any real satisfaction.

I’d become a master at watching all the small tells the human body gave off. Very few ever bothered to learn them. It was sad, really, but it was those tells that I watched now. The ones that Jackie didn’t want me to see. The ones that embarrassed her and made her feel ashamed as much as they turned her on. Those were the feelings I wanted to tap into like a parasite.

Jess picked that moment to scream. “Oh fuck, I’m coming again, of fuck me, please don’t stop.”

Jackie’s eyes snapped open. An almost feral look overtook her as her head snapped around to stare at her sister’s face, which was in the throws of carnal lust.

That was the look I’d been waiting for from her.

Yes, she would willingly beg me for whatever I did until the end, and that was the real power. I immensely enjoyed all sorts of physical and mental games with my prey, but the ones that begged for me to do what I wanted while they clung to hope were the ones that entertained me the most.

I increased the pressure just enough, making Jackie gasp and her thighs quiver around my hand. Abel didn’t care about things like consent. In reality, neither did I, but I craved power more than sex. To watch them slowly break and give up their morals and ethical code that would normally have them running from me…that was better than any release.