The look in Chuck’s eyes is what gets me every time. That glimmer of fear tempered with hope and desire. Like he’s scared of what he wants, but he’s completely helpless to resist his cravings.

And that’s why I’ll never blindfold him, why I’ll never turn off the lights. I may bind him to my four-poster bed or suspend him from hooks in the ceiling using leather cuffs and chrome chains, but his vision is never compromised. I want to see his naked lust shining back at me from his dark brown eyes. I want to keep him in the light so he can’t recede into the safety of darkness and pretend that he’s not willingly submitting to me.

But for all of his initial reluctance, he always finds strength — somewhere in the beautifully twisted depths of his lust — and when he... Read More