I’ve been with Marcus for two years. He’s always been the more dominant one in bed — confident, teasing, and incredibly attentive — but tonight feels different. We’ve spent the entire day apart because of work, and all afternoon he’s been sending me increasingly filthy texts:

 “Been thinking about how you sound when you’re close.”

 “Tonight you’re not allowed to hide.”

 “Wear the black lace set I like… and nothing else when I get home.”

 By the time he walks through the door, I’m already wet and nervous-excited. We barely make it past hello before he’s kissing me hard, backing me against the wall, hands sliding under my dress to...