KEIRA’s POV
I flinched as the handcuffs brushed lightly against my soft, sensitive skin. I watched Clint as he connected the handcuffs to the headboard of the king-sized bed where we lay. The feeling of the cold metal brushing against my skin alarmed me, but to my surprise, it gave me a thrill, one I had never felt before in my life.
Clint clicked the handcuffs shut and grabbed the chain. He yanked on it, pulling my face closer to his, and I let out a soft yelp as I winced at the pain burning around my neck. Clint looked me right in the eyes with a blank expression on his face.
"Spread your legs."
His words were commanding, and I quivered as the narcotic power of his voice took over me. I could feel myself submitting to him completely. A thrill ran up my spine. The feeling of being dom
