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“Feels so fucking good.” Jenny arched her back, and I gave one tit a firm squeeze to keep her arousal on edge.

“Fuck, Gideon,” she groaned and shifted her hips.

“Arms up.”

She obeyed, and I strung the bitch up tight. Spread eagle. Like a goddamn feast to feed the blood rage I barely kept constrained.

I pulled my knife from the sheath at my waist and eyed the sharp as fuck blade. Considered slicing into her skin and slowly peeling it away from her body. But that would leave a bloody mess and cause the types of screams that would attract attention.

My dick twitched at the thought of hearing her cries for mercy I would never give, of soaking the mattress with her blood.

But I had something out in the car I needed to get.

First things first…

I dragged the tip of my knife up the inside of her thigh, and she hissed, even though I didn’t break skin. “The fuck is that?” She whimpered like a fearful little girl tied up for the big bad wolf.

“Knife,” I replied casually, like I put on sneakers to head outside for a goddamn stroll.

She licked her lips and moaned. “The fuck you doin’ with a knife?” Breathlessness let me know the horrible actress played along.

“I got this fetish…”

“You g-gonna cut me?” At least she added a stutter for effect. Not that it did a goddamn thing to my already thickened dick.

“Tell me how you’re feeling,” I ordered rather than answering.

Her hips shifted again like she tried to ease the ache between her thighs. “Fucking t-terrified.”

“Mmm.” She should be.

I spun the knife in my hand and slid the pommel up over her damp slit.

“Oh.” Jenny lifted her hips. “You sick fuck.”

“You have no idea,” I rasped and rimmed her pussy with it, grimacing over the goddamn warts on her labia. “I’m going to fuck you with my knife.”

“No.” Jenny twisted like she tried to get away, but her lips smirked. “P-please don’t touch me.”

“I’m going do so much more than touch you.”

I worked the pommel of my knife into her pussy a few inches, twisting it around.

“God…” Jenny lifted her hips, and I fucked into her a few times, keeping our little game going. The second I pulled the metal free from her body and set it aside, she whimpered.

Leaning down close to her face, I wafted my breath over her mouth as though about to kiss her. “Can you be a good little lamb and lay quiet for me, my sweet captive? I’ve got something out in the car I think you’re going to like.”

“Yeah. Oh, fuck yeah.”

I left Jenny shivering on the bed and peeked through the room’s curtains by the front door.

No one moved outside around the dark lot and the road beyond.

Adrenaline coursed through my blood as I opened the door and took the three steps to my trunk. The dark night sat quiet around us, my breath fogging in the cold air.

I wondered how my other friend fared.

Popping the trunk revealed he hadn’t moved a goddamn muscle after those drugs, just like Twinkie’s contact had promised. Blindfolded and with plugs shoved in his ears, even if he woke too early, he wouldn’t be able to identify the one who’d stolen him from his house two hours earlier.

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