[ he seems to be the kind of man who would revel in punishment. which she doesn't mind doling out, even if it's not something she'd typically go for in a first meeting. she's quick about tying his wrists together, making the knots secure but leaving enough give so that the rope won't chafe his skin. there's no doubt that he'd be able to break out of it if he wishes to; she may be in charge at the moment, but there's no reason why she can't try to make it enjoyable for the both of them.
the whistle is loud in the still air of the room, and amusement still lingers in her expression when she rounds the chair again, hands resting on her hips as she gets a good look at him. ]
... Follow my instructions. Don't move unless I tell you to. [ she nudges the spread of his legs a little closer with her foot to make it easier when she straddles his lap. ] Simple, no?
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the whistle is loud in the still air of the room, and amusement still lingers in her expression when she rounds the chair again, hands resting on her hips as she gets a good look at him. ]
... Follow my instructions. Don't move unless I tell you to. [ she nudges the spread of his legs a little closer with her foot to make it easier when she straddles his lap. ] Simple, no?