She was panting as he pressed himself into her, his knee lightly pressing into her core. Now that her wrists were bound, he slid his fingers into her curls, and kissed her. He barely gave her time to breathe, keeping her writhing and moaning into his mouth as she ground on his knee. Right when her body tensed indicating that she was about to orgasm, Theo pulled back from her body just a little, enjoying her needy little whimpers. He didn’t think that he would ever get tired of having her like this.