I wasn't sure what to expect. The guy on the cover is hot, but neither of the guys on the cover corresponds to the men in the book. And the book itself, while mercifully short, left me cold. The BDSM is its raison d'être, and even this is sort of vapid, compared to some of the blistering literary BDSM you can get for free on certain websites I don't feel quite comfortable publicizing, regardless of Goodreads’s rules about such conduct.
The sub loses all credibility through an entirely tenuous backstory. The two characters knew each other in highschool where, once upon a time in the gym, the future dom, Rob, dry-humped the future sub, Michael, and, the next day, was seen making out with a girl. THIS trivial encounter becomes the basis for Michael's broken heart--if you please--and for the pain and insecurity he carries around for years, so that when they meet again, ten years later, he's reluctant to trust Rob, even in a BDSM setting, whether the latter is an aspect of a personal relationship or engaged in for show at a BDSM club. Without this inane lead-up, the book would have been far less ridiculous, but there you have it: a silly, paper-thin romance grafted onto a potentially steamy BDSM encounter, causing it to fizzle on contact.
And if the novel flashes back 10 years, then the novel must be, strictly speaking, set in the future, in 2014; because during the flashback, the two highschool boys watch the movie "Troy," which was released in 2004.