Angela watched in shock as Gael drew the curtains wider. They were only partially opened, but now, he'd brightened the bedroom with the moonlight shining from the sky into a beautiful glow. Winter in New York made Central Park look quite pale, but it was beautiful nonetheless. That wasn't her concern, though.
She tentatively stepped towards the window, feeling a little strange since her hands were bound together while she was fully naked.
"Have you changed your mind?" he asked. "We don't have to do it."
Looking at him, she tried to read what's on his mind, but Gael was so good at hiding his emotions. His expression was mostly impassive except for the dark glint in his eyes as he watched her. The way he looked at her should make her want to run, but she raised her chin instead as if accepting his challenge.
Bondage sex is a kinky sex, an activity of tying parts of a person's body so that they cannot move in order to get or give sexual pleasure. This is not for everyone. If it's not for you, that's okay. You're not forced to like it. But I'm writing this story and trying to maintain what's true to the characters, Gael and Angela. Gael is not a hero, he's an anti-hero—obviously since this is a Mafia story where there are a lot of grey areas. And Angela is Angela. Both have given consent and both enjoy doing it. I trust that you're reading this novel knowing your limits and triggers. -Nix