As she raised her head to check the time, she stiffened. She couldn’t see the LED clock on her nightstand; what’s more, there was no light whatsoever. What was going on? Attempting to get up, she found that she couldn’t, not with her arms stretched above her head and her wrists bound in some kind of soft restraints.The mattress shifted and she felt lips brush over her bare shoulder. She tensed, positive she’d gone to bed wearing a long-sleeved nightgown and still had it on when she’d rolled over at the ass crack of dawn. She felt the glide of a sheet down her bare back and the slight chill of the air brush her bare skin. An image of herself, naked and tied face-down to their four-post bed flashed before her eyes.Feeling a bit panicky all of a sudden, she tugged at her bindings. When they didn’t budge, she pulled harder, a squeal of distress rising in her throat and breaking free.“Shhh, bella,” Marc reassured, “you’re safe in our bed.” As he spoke soft reassurances to her, the sheet moved lower, over her bare bottom, and with a swish was gone.What was going on?
