Adelaide stood up slowly, her lips still glistening from sucking him. She looked down at Xerxes — chained, hard, breathing heavily — and felt a wild mix of power and hunger surge through her.
Without a word, she reached under her dress, hooked her fingers into her soaked underwear, and slid it down her legs. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside.
Xerxes’ eyes darkened as he watched her.
“You’re really going to fuck your prisoner?” he asked, voice rough with lust.
Adelaide didn’t answer. She lifted her dress up to her waist, exposing her bare, wet pussy, then straddled his lap. The heavy chains around his wrists rattled as she positioned herself over him.
She wrapped one hand around his thick cock, lined it up with her entrance, and sank down in one slow, deliberate motion.
A broken moan escaped her lips as he stretched her open. He was big, and the angle made him feel even deeper. She didn’t stop until she was fully seated, her ass resting on his thighs, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
“Fuck…” Xerxes groaned, his head falling back against the stone wall. His hips jerked up instinctively, but the chains limited his movement. He was completely at her mercy.
Adelaide placed her hands on his broad chest for balance and began to ride him.
She started slow — rolling her hips, grinding down on him in deep, sensual circles. Every time she sank down, his cock hit that perfect spot inside her. Wet, obscene sounds filled the cell as she moved faster, her breasts bouncing beneath the black dress with each thrust.
Xerxes watched her with burning eyes, his arms straining against the iron manacles.
“Harder,” he growled. “Ride me like you mean it, little queen.”
Adelaide’s breath hitched. She planted her feet firmly on the stone floor and started bouncing on his cock — hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. Her moans grew louder, sharper, completely shameless now.
She fucked him like she was claiming him.
Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as she rode him with abandon. The chains rattled violently with every downward thrust. Pleasure coiled tight and hot in her belly, building faster than she expected.
“I’m close…” she gasped, her voice breaking.
“Then come,” Xerxes ordered, even though he was the one chained. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart.”
That was all it took.
Adelaide cried out as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, pulsing and squeezing him as waves of intense pleasure ripped through her body. She kept riding him through it, grinding down hard, prolonging every shudder until her thighs shook and her vision blurred.
When the last aftershocks faded, she slowed her movements, breathing hard, her forehead pressed against his.
But she wasn’t done with him.
She lifted herself slightly, almost pulling off his cock, then slammed back down. Xerxes groaned loudly. She began riding him again — this time with the clear purpose of finishing him.
“Give it to me,” she whispered against his ear, her voice husky. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
She rode him fast and deep, her wet pussy sliding up and down his entire length. One hand moved between them, rubbing her still-sensitive clit while she fucked him.
Xerxes’ breathing turned ragged. His hips bucked up as much as the chains allowed, meeting her thrusts.
“Fuck… Adelaide…” he growled through clenched teeth.
She felt him swell even thicker inside her. His whole body tensed.
With a deep, animalistic groan, Xerxes came hard.
His cock pulsed violently as he spilled inside her, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her pussy. Adelaide kept moving, milking every last drop from him until he was spent and trembling beneath her.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the cell were their heavy breathing and the faint crackle of the dying torch.
Adelaide slowly lifted herself off him. His cum leaked down her inner thighs as she stood on shaky legs. She smoothed her dress back down, hiding the evidence of what had just happened.
Xerxes looked up at her, chest heaving, eyes still dark with satisfaction and something deeper she couldn’t quite name.
She leaned down one last time and pressed a slow, almost gentle kiss to his lips.
Then she straightened, pulled her hood back over her head, and turned toward the cell door.
Without looking back, she said softly:
“Thank you for the information, Commander.”
She knocked once on the iron gate. The guard opened it immediately.
Adelaide stepped out of the cell and disappeared into the dark corridor, leaving Xerxes chained, spent, and still hard inside the silence.
The heavy door clanged shut behind her.
Only then did a small, satisfied smile touch her lips.
She had come for control.
She had left with much more.