Derek reached down, fingers slipping through bars to brush the top of her head, just barely.
"You want me?" he repeated, wonderingly. "You want this?" He looked her over, her lush body on display for him, the cage making him somehow view her differently, see her hip and thigh as a muscled flank. He could smell her, his caged bitch, wet with want. With need. His fingers dragged down the side of her face, across her lower lip. "You want your mouth full with cock?"