He smiled down at her, like he could read her thoughts, and then leaned in to kiss her, taking his time to taste her lips. She gripped the bars over her head, desperately wanting to slide her hands over his shoulders and feel the ripple of his muscles under her fingertips, but she wouldn’t do it. He’d commanded her to keep her hands where they were and she wanted to please him, wanted to obey. The knowledge of her willing submission sunk into her, but didn’t feel heavy or ...