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and took another sip of coffee. “It’s a difficult conversation to have.”
    “So you’re not interested in plain old ‘vanilla’ sex? Doesn’t this dominance thing get old?”
    “Of course I’m interested in ‘vanilla’ sex, as you so eloquently put it.” Max rolled his eyes. “But the dominance is a big part of who I am, sexually. To completely exclude it from a relationship wouldn’t be authentic to that relationship. Some people with kinks like mine have happy vanilla relationships, able to relegate their tendencies toward milder manifestations—you know, a gentle spanking, silk scarves, dirty talk—or keep them in the realm of fantasy. For me, I’ve never been able to do that.
    “See, to me, it’s not right for me to push this on someone with no interest.” He put down his coffee cup again, gesturing as he became more animated. “Usually my partners have been willing to try a few things, but if it doesn’t do much for them, it won’t do much for me, and our relationship doesn’t tend to last long beyond that.” He paused, seeking to clarify. “It’s not just the dominating. I have no desire to dominate someone unwilling. This isn’t at all about rape, and don’t misunderstand me about that .” He emphasized each word of that sentence. When Bridget nodded, he continued. “It’s not about just dominating. It’s about dominating someone who loves to submit. To know that I’m making her most erotic, wildest fantasies come true, that’s what turns me on.” He smiled. “I want to know that when she comes, I’m raising her to heights she’s never experienced before.”
    All the air seemed to have suddenly gone out of the room. Then Max sat back, and the spell was broken. “So no, I haven’t had that kind of relationship yet.”
    “How did you first know you were into this?”
    “I’ve had these kinds of fantasies as long as I can remember. I didn’t understand at first. It wasn’t until later that I understood there wasn’t anything wrong with me, it was just a different kind of kink. There’s a lot of kink out there” He finished his coffee. “Anyway, after college I dated this woman, Vanessa. She recognized my dominance right away because she’s a natural submissive.” He shook his head, seeming to stare far away in the past. “We had some amazing sex, Vanessa and I. She taught me a lot about dominating a woman who wants to submit. Through her, I got introduced to a community I didn’t even know existed, a community of people just like me. Most were nice, fun people, and I’m still in touch with a few of them, over fifteen years later.”
    “And what about Vanessa?”
    “It didn’t work out.” He shrugged. “She was a lot older. We weren’t in the same life place at all. She wanted to have a family, but she was also polyamorous and wanted to sleep with other people. I didn’t want that. I still don’t want that. Eventually we split up. It was amiable, and I still see her at munches and things.”
    “Munches?”
    “Munches are gatherings for people in the community. Nonsexual. People just go to meet up and discuss things.”
    “Ah. So with Vanessa…she was so much older…”
    “It wasn’t abusive, if that’s what you’re implying.” His expression turned severe. “God, why does everybody think Dominants are some twisted abuse victims?”
    “Sorry.” Bridget felt taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. “Apparently I touched a nerve.”
    Some of the tension left his shoulders. “Yes. You see…” He trailed off, then shook his head, deciding not to continue, leaving her curious. “Never mind. Anyway, we were both consenting adults. Also, most of the people involved were not sexually abused. It’s a common misconception that I don’t want to see perpetuated any more.” When she continued to nod, he relaxed a little more. “Sorry, but it’s something I hate. People outside the community thinking that a tendency toward submission or