It probably did not exactly bode well for Carrie that she was already squirming at his touch. Most nights, she enjoyed at least some degree of control. When she tugged on the rope and found she couldn't put her hands on him, she whimpered low. She wanted to tangle her fingers in his hair or rip his clothes off and wrap her fingers around his cock. It probably wouldn't be long before she was begging to be untied. Or trying to slip out of the rope herself.
"I promise," she said, voice already husky, "I'm going to make you suffer later." She shifted on the bed to try and get his hand on her hip. More than control, she wanted to be touched and kissed and fucked.