After Jackson Moon’s rock star Dom, dropped him for a woman, he enjoyed a variety of Masters. Big Doms, hairy Doms, the spankers, the edge players had relieved his itch, and his need for domination, but he craved that connection again, the special bond with a Dom that went way past trust. He wanted a Dom to love him. The way Rogue had. That special connection that took a sub on a flight of sensation so intense, he never wanted to land, but when he did, he could find love in the strong arms of a man he could trust with his life. Rogue had loved him, cared for him—left him—crushed him. What would he do when Rogue walked into Club Depravity? How could he breathe in his scent and survive without him?