She looks him in the eyes, crosses her legs for one last attempt at some friction and nods. Wordlessly she feels his magic reach out to bind her wrists and ankles to the posts of their bed, her arms and legs spreading with the slight pull from each corner of their bed. The ties he uses are one of his own creation, they would cause no harm to her skin whilst she writhes on the bed, be strong enough to hold her down and be instantly removed on her safe word. 