“Yes,” she said softer than a mouse squeak.

“Yes, what?”

I stepped away to pull the T-shirt off over my head. I wasn’t the roid-buff-jock type, but I kept myself in great shape. I needed to work out and stay fit when my prey might run and fight. I smirked and lifted my brow in the way that girls found sexy. The look promised to back up my words as I ran my hands down the tight eight-pack on display. Jackie’s mouth fell open, her pupils dilating as her eyes drifted up and down my body.

Her basic animal instinct had fully kicked in, and I reminded myself of a worm wriggling on a cast line as my hips moved in time to the next song. She opened her mouth, and before a word was spoken, I knew what she’d ask for, what she wanted. I could see the moment of weakness in her eyes, and just like that, I held the keys to her personal kingdom.

“Fuck me, please fuck me.” She looked over at her sister once more. Her breathing now labored pants as she leaned as far forward as she could in the chair restraints. “Like that, please.”

“Are you sure? You don’t even know me,” I teased and pulled my cock out for her to see. My hand ran up and down the hard length, and she groaned, her face turning as feral as I’d seen any of the prey we caught.

“Yes, I’m sure, please.”

“And you’re going to be a good girl and get into position on your own, or am I going to have to chase you? I don’t feel like chasing you and will not be as nice if I have to.”

“I won’t run. I’ll get into position, I swear.”

There was always the chance she’d have a change of heart once the bindings were set free, but I didn’t really care one way or the other. For me, it was always a win, win. If she tried to run, I’d torture her until Abel decided to kill her. But she’d have more fun if she didn’t run until Abel decided to kill her. I bent over and slipped the thick leather buckles free. She rubbed at her wrists, the skin irritated from her earlier pulling, but as suspected, the prospect of wild sex and the freedom to be a porn star was too much for her hormone-riddled synapses to handle.

I pointed to the metal table that her sister was still grunting wildly on, and she jumped up and practically ran into place. Abel laughed as the girl flopped down, mirroring her sister’s position on the other side.

“Take your pants off,” I said and then sighed as I waited for Jackie to kick her shoes off and pull the pink fabric and the floss thong before getting back into position.