Cia pressed her chest against his once more, reaching for the shackles that kept him in place. With the quickest motion of her hands, the heavy iron bands around his wrists and ankles fell to the floor, no longer needed to keep him in line.

Next to go are her clothes, stripped in a slow, sensual tease and thrown aside to the far corner of the cell; then, her hands move to his pants, and pull at them just enough so that his cock sprung free from the black fabric.

It takes all of Cia's effort not to slide herself down onto his length — even if she wants it just as bad as him now — and she instead brushes her lips against his ear.

"Take your reward," she breathes, her voice just as husky as his as she lightly grinds her hips against his. "Take me."