Tegan gasped as his hand took possession of her neck, spine stretching, her head tipping back against his palm. A soft noise as she pinched her nipples once more, and she shifted slightly in her position the rope binding her arms, trapping her, embracing her. She shuddered at his every word, warm breaths panting across her moist, red lips, her eyes already glazed by arousal.  She squirmed as he mused aloud, suggesting delicious tortures. Her eyelids slipped to half-mast as she whimpered softly, mind swamped with him. His smell, his scent, the way he moved, his hand controlling her, the way he had bound her fast. She didn't bother replying. She doubted she could even has she dared. Instead, she sat, shuddering, staring at the far wall, and tried to hold position.