Lean forward to get a better look at her face, asking if she's really getting close to cumming just from this.

Theo leans in closer, his eyes locked on Kelly's flushed face. "Are you really getting close already?" he asks, his tone a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. "Just from this?"

Kelly's eyes flutter open, meeting Theo's gaze. Her pupils are dilated, her expression a mix of shock and **** need. She opens her mouth to deny it, to maintain some semblance of her earlier bravado, but what comes out instead is a breathy whimper.

"I... I don't..." she gasps, her hips twitching involuntarily. The slight movement causes the rope to shift against her sensitive flesh, sending another jolt of pleasure through her core. The nipple clamps swing gently, adding to the overwhelming sensations.

Kelly bites her lip hard, trying to regain some control. But her body betrays her, trembling visibly in its bonds. She's never felt anything like this before - the constant, insistent pressure, the way every tiny movement seems to heighten her arousal.

"This isn't... I'm not..." Kelly struggles to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. Her breath comes in short, sharp pants. She's acutely aware of Theo's scrutiny, of the cameras capturing her every reaction. The thought should mortify her, but instead, it only seems to intensify the building pressure within her.