Hold up a rope and ask if she knows where this one is going to go with a smug smile.

Theo holds up another length of rope, dangling it before Kelly's eyes. His smug smile sends a jolt through her body, a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

"So, Kelly," he says, his voice low and teasing, "any guesses where this one's going?"

Kelly's eyes widen, her gaze fixed on the rope. Her mind races, imagining the possibilities. Given her current state of bondage, there aren't many places left unrestrained. A thrill of excitement courses through her, mingled with a touch of fear.

"I... I'm not sure," she stammers, her earlier bravado faltering. Kelly bites her lip, acutely aware of how exposed she is, how ****. Her body trembles slightly, partly from the strain of her bonds, partly from the growing tension within her.

She tries to steady her breathing, to regain some semblance of control. But as Theo continues to hold her gaze, rope in hand, Kelly feels her resistance crumbling. A small whimper escapes her lips, barely audible.

"Whatever you're planning," she manages, her voice husky with a mix of nerves and arousal, "I can take it." But even as she says the words, Kelly isn't entirely sure if she's trying to convince Theo or herself.