When he snapped her wrist restraints into place, locked to the cuffs around her thighs, it finally struck her how real this was.
“You okay, baby? You gasped.”
She squirmed, basking in helplessness. And nodded.
Next came the spreader bar. The metal was cold around her bare ankles, but soon …
She remembered the first time she was told, “Kneel.”
It had come as a surprise. They’d been playing around in bed, undressing each other, kissing, toucing; usually a prelude to sex, but this time…
“Kneel.”
She’d done as she was told. On her knees, on the bed, hands …
The worst part was getting used to being on her knees.
Ever since Hypnox told Diana her strength was in her bracers and her free will was in her tiara—and then placed those artifacts before her eyes, just out of reach—she’d been able to feel herself growing …