Remind her about her safeword and confirm that she can take it.

Theo steps back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. "Remember your safeword, Kelly," he says, his tone teasing. "It's 'red' if you need to stop. But you can handle this, right? After all, you said you could take whatever I dish out."

Kelly's breath hitches at his words, a mix of pride and stubbornness flaring up despite her compromised state. She lifts her chin, meeting Theo's gaze with defiance, even as her body trembles with each subtle movement.

"Of course I can handle it," she retorts, her voice breathy and unsteady. "This is... it's nothing." But even as the words leave her mouth, Kelly knows they're a lie. The constant stimulation from the crotch rope is unlike anything she's ever experienced, sending jolts of pleasure through her with every slight shift of her body.

She bites her lip hard, fighting back another moan as a particularly intense wave of sensation washes over her. Kelly's thighs quiver, instinctively trying to press together despite the ropes holding them apart. Her nipples stand erect, betraying her arousal as clearly as the flush spreading across her chest and cheeks.

"I don't need a safeword," Kelly insists, her voice a mix of bravado and desperation. "I told you, I can take anything you've got." But internally, she's not so certain. The intensity of her body's response frightens and excites her in equal measure, leaving her wondering just how much more she can endure.