With a groan, Caius couldn't help but thrust his hips upward as Arlette's stroke of his cock continued. The underside was a particularly sensitive part of the rod and what started as light strokes became insistent as Arlette became more and more aroused.
She kept her eyes on Caius's face, taking in the absolute perfection of it, and letting the visual send her already raging hormones into overdrive. Whenever her eyes left Caius's face for the quickest couple of seconds, she only ever looked at his bound wrists.
The sight of Caius clenching and unclenching his fists in clear desire to reach out and touch her—and him not being able to—really set something off in Arlette's head. It afforded her a level of power that she completely reveled in.
