Because every field had its share of mice.
It was only a matter of time before the birds spotted something worth eating.
Now I had Cassie Montgomery in my hands, her skin hot and slick under my palms. Like an animal with preternatural senses, I could almost hear the beat of her heart, the pulse of her blood.
She’d taken off her shirt, probably because of the heat lamps, and my dick got hard at the delicious swell of her tits spilling out of her pale purple bra. Her copper hair was dark and damp around her shoulders, her full mouth parted in shock.
A hiss came from inside the walls and the fog started to dissipate as the machines we’d set up shut down.
“Thank fuck,” Jagger said. “I like to see what I’m eating.”
“Same,” Vigo said.
Cassie struggled in my hands. her green eyes flashing. “Let me go! I changed my mind!”
I heard the darkness in my own laughter. “Give it a minute. You might change your mind again.”
“Let… go… of… me.”
I admired her fight. She thrashed in my hands, her voice as angry as it was scared.
I moved toward the chains hanging from the ceiling. “Let’s get her on the wall.”
She grunted and fought as Vigo and Jagger got the cuffs around her wrists, suspending her arms over her head. After that it got easier, although she still tried to kick us as we worked to take off her sneakers and peel off her jeans.
Vigo grunted when she landed a bare foot to his face, but it didn’t take long for him and Jagger to get her out of the jeans.
Then she was chained to the wall in nothing but her bra and underwear, her chest heaving as she continued to struggle against the chains around her wrists.
And holy fuck, she was even more luscious than I’d imagined.
Her full tits narrowed to the hourglass of her waist, and I had the sudden desire to sink my teeth into her fleshy hips, her extravagant thighs. It was easy to imagine having her on all fours, pushing into her pussy from behind while I spread her glorious ass.
No wonder Bram had hidden her away.
I paced in front of her, searing the image of her almost-naked body into my brain. “Fighting will only make it worse.”
Vigo pulled a ball gag out of his pocket and tossed it into the air, catching it like it was a tennis ball. “Yeah, you’re going to fuckingtearup your wrists.”
Cassie’s eyes widened on the ball gag dropping again and again into Vigo’s hand.
“I’m going to come closer,” I said. “If you kick me, I’m going to use the gag. It’s not super comfortable, but who knows, you might actually like it.”
I didn’t actually mind if I got beat up a bit. It was part of the fun. But the Hunt was more than a game of chance, it was a game of power and control. Dominance was the part we played, and dominance had to start with Cassie knowing who was in charge, knowing that we had the power to make her comfortable.
Or not.
She shook her head. “No…”
I stepped toward her and removed my knife.
Her gaze widened on the blade, but before she could start fighting again I slashed it across my palm, then reached out to smear my blood on her right cheek.
She gasped in shock. “What the… what thefuck?”
I stepped away. “Trust us, it’s for your own protection.”
Vigo tossed the ball gag to Jagger and sauntered over to Cassie. She didn’t have time to protest before he grabbed her face, puckered her lips, and planted a kiss on her mouth.
