Later that evening, Devnar hung suspended against a wall in the vast dining room of Melania’s estate, watching her eat dinner. The metal cuffs around his wrist were held against the wall by powerful magnets, spreading his arms at his sides but not high enough to impede his circulation. A man who had identified himself as Devnar’s groom had washed every inch of him until he had been cleaned in places even his most ardent lover hadn’t explored. The groom had added ankle cuffs as well when Devnar called one of the maids every foul thing he could think of after she had pinched his ass.
