He had his cock down her throat again when Alex returned, his head had fallen back as soft curses left his lips. He didnât hear his brother return until he heard the shackles land in the ground, looking at him. He was almost reluctant to do so but he slid her out of his mouth; letting her have air again. âYou heard him.â He hissed out at her.
She jumped slightly when something was tossed in front of her, not having noticed that the other vampire had returned. She could just make something out on the floor but couldnât bend her head to see what it was, not with the dark haired vampireâs hold on her. She could feel the material of leather run over her naked skin and knew the different implements well enough to guess what it was and its purpose. She barely gagged as he pulled out of her mouth, only taking a few moments to get her breathing under control before glancing down. Silent panic washed over her at the sight, but the feeling of the crop on her back had her obeying - for now, at least.Â
She started with the ankle cuffs, which were easy enough to put on. The wrist cuffs were slightly harder, as she wasnât used to doing this part herself and she fumbled with them, trying to hurry to avoid their anger directed at her.
Alex watched as the girl did what she was told, pulling back on the crop and returning to the table. He picked up a few extra things before returning to her. Once all the cuffs were in place (he was even gracious enough to allow her time to fumble), he got behind her and spread her legs apart, placing a spreader bar between her ankles to keep her from properly moving.Â
He moved on to her hands then, cuffing her wrists together behind her. âTell me, slave, is it easier this way?â he casually asked, a cruel smirk on his lips. âIs it easier when you cannot move and everything is forced on you or when you can and are forced to move on your own?â Every slave was different and Alex liked to play with the mental part of it as much as the physical.Â