Sophia pulled against the rope above her head, wrists twisting, the raw marks darkening as the tendons in her forearms stood out. The metal headboard rang once, dull and short.
The thick, swollen head of my cock pressed firmly against her entrance, nestling hot and heavy between her slick, swollen lips. Her pussy fluttered once — a slow, involuntary kiss that pulsed around the tip, slick heat already coating me, trying to draw me in.
Our eyes met again, dark, locked, breathing each other in. The weight of what we were doing hung thick between us. Sophia Vale. Arms bound. Legs open. The fire she had carried for years finally given a place to go. The air in the cell felt heavier with it.
Then my gaze dragged slowly downward.
