Vessara's eyes went to his hands. She saw the black leather cuffs. She stopped walking, her eyes widened in fear, and her jaw dropped slightly.
Vael noticed her expression. Fear. She was still innocent in certain ways. With her thoughts written all over her face, he knew she was not ready for the things he usually did to women. And if he pushed her now, she would break. And he did not want her to change her mind. He wanted her willing.
He exhaled slowly and tossed the cuffs onto the couch.
"Come here," He beckoned to her with one finger.
She hesitated for only a second before walking toward him.
"You must be scared." He said.
"Not really," Vessara mumbled.
When she reached him, he took her hand and guided her toward the bed.
"Good. You don't have to be scared."
"Alright." She nodded.
"Lie down on your back." He instructed.
