“You want more. You want me.” His commanding voice vibrates through me. I lie bound before him, helpless with desire. He’s going to make me beg. I’m straight, I swear. Or actually, I’m not that into sex. Until I meet him. When my friend drags me to a swingers party, I go, unwilling to admit I don’t like sex much. Then a Dom takes center stage. He’s commanding and older and an expert with a crop. He makes a bound man writhe in passion without ever laying a hand on him. The Dom also has my full attention. I burn for another person for the first time in my life. Yet I desire more than a whipping. I need his hands on me. I need his everything. Pleasure overwhelms me as he sets my body on fire. He consumes and fills my entire being.