She left him a note, an invitation, or rather permission to reap pleasure from her body.
Claire set out for a mission; perhaps she underestimated her opponent. He was well prepared for this, perhaps, craved for this opportunity. A moment that he can unleash his deepest desire, his fantasy. Every thread he knew so well. Every knot he tied lacerated her soft flesh, reviving the wildest instinct and ultimate pleasure to her.
"Welcome to the art of binding, the mind control game, the Adrenaline rush of torture and satisfaction."