“Does this mean you can fuck me now, Daddy? I’m starving to death.”

The voice was Brie’s, but nothing like the commanding voices she's been using with me all night. It was breathy and dripped with a whining need. 

And the word… Daddy?

Like, her father? Brie is sleeping with her father? Jesus Christ! Untie me! The thoughts screamed silently, trapped inside my skull. I strained against the cuffs, a fresh panic cutting through the post-release haze.

“Sit.” I heard the man say, ...