The woman looked almost comfortable where he'd placed her. She wasn't loosing her mind or fading into herself. This was still their moment. Rade tried more of the syrupy drink and swirled its content around to perhaps dispel some of the bubbles inside. With the kitchen light now on she would be able to see his expression better, but he'd of course done it for himself. What a perfect display of her emotions around the tape. Being bound in front was a good test for what kind of captive you'd be. She was the compliant sort.<br/><br/>He'd liked when her tits bounced for him but he laughed when she tried to talk. Rade moved to stand by her, tossing the can into her sink and then parting her legs so he could stand close, between her knees. "What's that?" he asked and reached behind her head to get a full hand of hair to bend her back so she'd have to look up at him. something about her looked completely at home with being bound and gagged. He licked his wicked lips and stroked her arm.<br/><br/>"Take what I want?" He squeezed her arm firmer and then looked around. "Not sure I needed your permission, but thank you." Rade abandoned her long limb to slide that hand under her top instead, stroking her stomach to get a feel for her texture. It would appear as though she took care of herself. He leaned in quickly, with the worst kind of confidence, and drew the tip of his tongue against the tape over her mouth. "So I can just have this then?" he asked and squeezed the side of her ribs firmly, fingers climbing higher inside her clothing.<br/><br/>"Or this?" he pulled out of her top to instead squeeze the inside of her parted thighs, before cupping the apex of her legs and rubbing to learn her private mounds through the thin pants. "I mean, shouldn't you at least have some decency? We only just met." he said and put more pressure on her sex, parting the flesh with the belly of his finger. "Or maybe you're into this kinda stuff." he suggested in her ear. "I don't judge if you're a duct tape whore." the low words were said through harsh chords.<br/><br/>Rade laughed after that, and tossed her head back, stepping back himself. "Kidding. I'm kind of a romantic." Which wasn't entirely a lie, according to himself. He winced and looked around again. "Where do you keep your band aids and shit?" he asked as a thoughtful touch reached his right thigh.