Hannah repeatedly found herself holding her body very stiff, tension filling every muscle and joint.  She would relax, carefully melt every bit except for the arm that she was holding still for him.  If not for what had already happened she didn't think she would have found anything special in the way he was wrapping her wrist.  She spent half the day with someone poking at her hair, her face, her body.  It didn't hold anything arousing to her anymore.  But now with him, even the soft wrapping of her wrist, nothing like a tight strap at all, was enough to evoke a reaction in her.  She felt goosebumps spreading across her body, her heart rate rise, her body tense up as if he was about to seize her ... and then she would catch herself again.<br/><br/>Maybe that was why she asked him about the devices.  It was a bit injudicious, as now he was whipping off the cover and forcing her to stare directly at something which had no place here in the prop room.  She stared at it, but not for long, before looking back at Jon.  She knew almost immediately what it was, as much from the smug look on his face as the way it was designed.  It was clearly missing a key part, but Hannah had spent enough time staring at pictures of such equipment on the Internet.  She had no doubt it wasn't an exercise machine.  "Whose pleasure, and what business?" she asked him, holding her chin steady.  Despite the fact that she was feeling an overwhelming urge to have him force her onto that device, or anything similar, she still felt quite aware of her power in the dynamic.  She was rich, she was powerful, she was attractive, and he undoubtedly wanted her.  Unless he already had someone else.  Why else did he make something like that?