Octavia was going to be nicer than that, this time.

But it was certainly something to think about.

And right now, Octavia was thinking less and less about anything at all. Her hips worked with an increasing sense of desperation, just pushing her closer and closer to where she wanted to get, even as she wanted this feeling to last forever. And not just the physical, but also -- where her mind was.

Confident and unquestionably in control.

A stray thought pictured him like he was, but with his hands bound. Too bad she didn't tell him that was what ripped that strangled moan from her.