A slow smile curves Adam’s lips. Elegant fingers run the length of the chain to stop at the collar. Without looking up, his other hand lifts and beckons you forth with a crook of his finger. It never occurs to him that you will not obey.
He is fascinating. Irresistible. She doesn’t understand this pull, can’t refuse the temptation. One step, then two, then she’s at his side, silent, obedient. Everything seems to be in abeyance until the collar is locked about her neck — feelings, reactions — her will is somehow his now.
She lifts a hand to brush the chain, where it’s locked to the headboard.