Meadow’s POV:
A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine as I felt the leather come around my second ankle.
My core pulsed nonstop, my body squirming as his words settled into my mind.
“So what’s the safe word?” I breathed.
Alaric didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked to the side of the bed. I followed him with my eyes, twisting as much as the spreader bar would allow. His hand disappeared behind the headboard, as if he was looking for something.
And then I heard a sound.
It was a soft click, followed by a low whirring sound that had the hairs at the back of my neck standing at attention.
“What is that?” I asked. My voice was shaky despite my attempts to make it sound firm.
I twisted some more, watching the headboard…slide open as the sound deepened.
What kind of headboar
