Thuren doesn't speak as she reaches for the rope, although planting her knee on his throat does elicit a strangled gasp. Normally he's consider simply throwing her off him, her position isn't exactly the most stable, but he enjoys the thought of being tied up too much to try, so he allows her to bind him, eagerly anticipating what will happen to him next, mind flickering through all sorts of fantasies he's always wanted to try.<br/><br/>His cock is  less willing to wait though, aching to be shoved over into orgasm now, twitching spasmodically and oozing droplets of precum from it's eye and down the shaft as he desperately wishes whatever she has planned will involve sucking it, jerking him off, fucking him, anything that would give him release, only the knee pressing down upon his windpipe, a reminder of her present dominance, keeping him from throwing her onto the bed and pounding her right then and there.<br/><br/>As Thuren can't truly do much right now, he instead allows his eyes to wander across his body, across the moist trails of spit he left upon her torso, to her supple, soft breasts and hard little nipples, remembering the taste of her salty sweat where it had collected upon them, up to her mouth, now drifting into fantasies about her placing those full lips around his member, biting and caressing the head with her tongue before plunging down to his balls and forcing it into her throat, another droplet of precum forming on the tip as he thinks.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>