He keeps going until she's bound up in a harness, firm and reasonably uncomplicated and just tight enough to force blood into all the right places. He twists her arms up behind her back, wrists stacked one on top of the other, and just holds her there, feeling her breathe against him.

Then he returns to the bed and grabs a shorter length of rope, sliding back behind her and binding her forearms together where they sit at the small of her back. Like this, her chest thrusts out even further, the strain probably just enough to be a little uncomfortable.

Just like he wants.

"So." He grips her by the harness and spins her roughly around. "What should I do with you?"