Honestly, I'm ready to take a step back from the Subs Club. Making the kink world a safer place for subs is the sort of bandwagon I'd have boarded as an idealist in my early twenties, but now I'm a pragmatist in my late twenties. I prefer to focus on adopting and raising a child.
But unexpected factors inevitably derail my plans. Like Drix Seger — attractive and the first genuine sadist I've encountered. If I were not in the process of renouncing my masochistic ways and becoming the normal, responsible potential father the adoption agency wants to see, Drix and I might do well together.
But he has a foolish name and belongs to a cult of vampyres, and I am quitting kink. So why does Drix's infatuation with blood and biting make me so hot I can't think straight? And why, when he looks at me, does he seem to see something beyond a basket case with a stick up my ass?
Can I start a new phase in my life without leaving part of myself behind? Please send help.
— Miles
