It's the illusion of bondage; Adaline could pull away if she wants to, slips the knots, but she doesn't want. She's perfectly happy to hand all of the control here to Krem, to be bent over his kitchen table and taken apart thoroughly, in all the ways he decides. The kisses are gentle, a perfect contrast to the bite. She flexes her fingers and draws in a breath, enjoying the press her of her breasts against the wood of the table.