While Noah’s obvious examination and approval didn’t escape me, neither did the way he spoke through gritted teeth.
“Put your hands over your head on that wall.”
When he slid two wide silver cuffs over my wrists and snapped them shut with a definitive clunk, the metal was cold against my skin, a somehow sexy contrast to the heat of the bath, which still warmed my blood. The strange bracelets momentarily distracted me with their shiny beauty.
Noah grabbed the chain which connected the ornamental bands and used it to pull my hands toward the ceiling. He latched the links over a hook on the wall that I hadn’t even noticed, fastening me in place with a solid clank, trapping me in place, under his power.
The cuffs bit slightly into my wrists, holding me in place, half-naked and vulnerable.
