Santiago writes gay romance with tasteful erotic scenes, and a weekly series on WordPress titled "Something Like Fate." He meets a friendly new fan in the comment section of his latest blog post, a reviewer of hardcore gay erotica with kinky and taboo themes. At first Santiago is turned off by the vulgar reviews, questionable themes, and porn retweets that make the reviewer seem like an oversexed horndog. Santiago's a Christian with traditional morals, and he prefers sex scenes to be implied and not explicit. However, he realizes he shouldn't judge and decides to give the reviewer a chance.<br><br>They start chatting privately on Twitter and connect so well, Santiago is intrigued by this mysterious man named Gary. Their newfound connection quickly evolves into a long-distance friendship, which then becomes something that causes their feelings for each other to grow more intensely than they’re prepared for in a matter of days.<br><br>During a steamy video chat, Gary reveals he lives a kinky lifestyle as a Dominant, and only a submissive can satisfy his relationship needs. He won't have it any other way. Santiago wonders if he wants to ignore his morals and get involved in a Dominant/submissive relationship. Can they make it work? Is Santiago willing to change his life for someone he barely knows?

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I focused deeply on his bulge while my hunger for him grew. “Yeah…it feels good.”


“I was actually referring to your submission.”


Oh. Wow. Had he guessed already? Submission was still a fantasy of mine, but it also made me very nervous because it required a complete loss of control. I wanted it, but I also wasn’t sure.


“Because out of all my reviews you checked out, you clicked ‘LIKE’ only on the Dom/sub one from the other day, the romantic one. That told me something.”


So, Gary did know after all. I’d forgotten about having liked that particular review. Somehow, I was so horny that I no longer saw the point of hiding how I really felt.


“I want the truth, Santiago. Do you like to be submissive?”


It took me a few seconds to respond, and I started stroking a bit faster. “Yes.” I’d said it with so much submission, and “yes” suddenly felt more right and natural to say than “yeah” or “yep,” at least in that case.


Chapter 14