Octavia rubbed idly at his back, almost soothingly.

"That's it," she rasped. "That's a good Devil. Show me how you do it." But maybe he could use some extra help? Some nice mental images? Surely that couldn't be cruel of her. "Think about the things you might get if you do what you're told. You already had my mouth, my throat, but don't you wish you could just slide between my legs, too? You had your fingers up my pussy, so you know how good it would be to just bury your dick in me, and take me over and over --"