Jaya's breath caught and her system flooded with sexy signals, urging her to do exactly as he commanded because the treats would be so worth the effort. She sank to her knees, his hand still wrapped in her hair, guiding her down. When her knees touched the floor, she placed her palms next to them too steady herself and looked up at him for his next instruction.
"Good girl," he growled and sifted his fingers through the ends of her ponytail. "Now take my cock out."
Jaya reached up eagerly. The bracelets jingled on her wrists, reminding her of her current incarceration. Instead of feeling anger though, she felt warm stimulation flood her system. Though she wanted to despise her captor, he was getting to her. The way he looked at her, touched her, protected her. Even the way he commanded her.