“We’re going to be married Friday,” she said, as casually as if she was telling him about an office party. She held up her hand so he could see the two-carat diamond engagement ring on her finger. A mixture of joy, pride, and fear swelled his chest. “I thought about a honeymoon someplace warm, perhaps a clothing optional resort.” Her words washed away the joy and pride, leaving only the fear. “Clothing optional, as in nudist?” Nathan’s voice went up an octave. Bridget giggled. “That’s nineteen eighties terminology; clothing optional means what it says. Wear clothes if it’s cold or inconvenient to be nude.” “But what about my... you know the Steelheart?” Her smile answered his question. He was to be her husband in the eyes of the law, but in reality was still just her slave, a possession whom she relished humiliating. “But I decided to attend Dark Quest instead.” “Dark Quest?” “It’s a weekend long BDSM convention, here in town.” “BDSM convention?”
