His body was savage. His amber eyes drew me in. And his full lips enticed an insatiable hunger in my soul. Unfortunately, this perfect Dominant was only an apparition haunting my nightly dreams, leaving my body feverish and aching with need. He alone stirred me in ways that other Dominants at Genesis, my local BDSM club, could not. I strived to fulfill my submissive desires by living vicariously through my fellow submissives while attempting to convince myself it was enough. But it wasn’t. My dream Dominant made certain I needed more.

Driven beyond what I could bear my passion and frustration exploded. I threw in the towel, determined to stop chasing a dream, I gave up completely on my submissive desires. But fate intervened when two gunshots split the night. Forced to confront all my needs and insecurities, I was stunned to realize that my dreams may hold a deeper meaning. Were they compelling me to finally embrace my submission forever?