[Her breathing quickens, but she manages to stay mostly still, at least until he reaches her breasts again. It's instinct for her to try to reach down, to thread her fingers through his hair or dig her nails into his shoulders, but of course the rope stops her, and she lets out a quiet noise caught somewhere between pleased and frustrated. She's not used to just laying back and letting someone do whatever they want to her, and while the helplessness is intoxicating, it's also already trying her patience in the best possible way, and so she arches up into his touch.]
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