I have concluded, after many, many attempts, that BDSM fic isn't really my cuppa—with some exceptions.This is one such exception.There's a kind of hypnotic rhythm to the prose, here, even where the author's editor fails him and some repetition creeps in.I love me some Tigre—a gorgeously submissive big man—and I loved the world this was set in, and the dynamic between little-Dom and Big-sub [*l-D/B-s, he giggles to his iPad in the dark of night*] works beautifully.Also? This book was hot. It caused me to commit the Sin of Onan five different times, despite the quelling effects of my antidepressants.That's saying something.I will be reading more of Sean Michael in the future—BDSM or no.