Vex let out a choked sound, not sure how to really respond to Summer’s words. They weren’t close, barely knew each other, and who in their right bloody mind would trust somebody in that regard when they’d only just met? Snickering slightly, he purred the words, “Never woulda expected to ‘ear that from a pretty thing like you.”
“I thought your abilities were limited to th—” In the middle of her sentence he bit down on her throat, and it /hurt/, sharp and vivid and dropping a rush of adrenaline into her bloodstream. She whimpered, head bowing back to bare more of her throat to him. Summer gasped out, “Oh god Vex.” She couldn’t quite help the squirm of her hips against him, either.
Vex felt himself smirk against the woman’s throat as he branded her with his teeth. Her whimpers only continued to excite the Mesmer as he slowly pulled away from his bite, licking over the mark momentarily. Then, he shifted so that he was on-top of her. “Now then,” the Mesmer purred. He didn’t bother to hold her wrists this time; rather, he took control of her arms with a flick of his wrist. Then, he forced her to put her arms up above her head, by the head-board of the bed. Reaching up, he grabbed the sets of handcuffs that had already been ready, fastening Summer’s wrists into them. It gave her a little bit of room to move, so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable, but it kept her indefinitely restrained.
She tugged a little when he let the control go, and blinked at Vex for a second. “That,” she whispered, “was really weird.” Weird, and a little bit cool. She could see why he would be in demand as a dom; talk about giving up control! Maybe some day he’d let her repay the favour.
In the meantime, she gave him a gamine grin and a little eyelash fluttering. “Aww, do you think locking me up is going to tame me? That’s cute. Come on, mesmer boy, make me beg.”