Third-person POV
Seraphina's heart raced as she stared at the ceiling, her wrists cuffed to the bedposts, and the sound of metal ringing faintly in her ears with every movement she made.
The leather cuffs fit snugly around her wrists, neither too tight to hurt nor too loose to escape, and the anticipation rushing through her veins made her skin tingle.
She had never felt so vulnerable yet so oddly excited in her life.
Electra, who was standing at the foot of the bed, was now dressed in black pants and a fitted leather top that hugged her body in all the right places. Her sharp eyes studied Seraphina's every reaction, every shallow breath, and every twitch of her fingers.
Despite Seraphina's earlier insistence, Electra could still sense a hint of nervousness in her, and the last thing she wanted was to try anything new with Seraphina if she wasn't ready.
"I need you to tell me the moment you feel uncomfortable," Electra said, her tone calm.