Twenty-year-old Matthew’s eyelids fluttered open into a world of absolute darkness, the black silk blindfold sealing off every shred of sight. His breath hitched, a guttural moan escaping from his lips before he could stop it. His bare skin was stretched tight across the bed, wrists and ankles locked in cold, unyielding restraints that kept him perfectly spread-eagled. Every nerve ending screamed, the delicious ache of vu...