Page 11 of Reckless Desire

“Very well,” Dominique acquiesced, her fingers playing with the stem of her wine glass. “I enjoy wielding control over my partners, pushing their boundaries, commanding their submission. I’m no longer anyone’s sub, Vince. What you have with your current sub, I’m not interested in.”

He shook his head. “She’s not my sub. She’s a bottom who was under a contract to be there with me for that night and any other night if I needed her while I was here. But then I saw you …” Vincent paused, his mind racing with images of Dominique in her element. He wanted her and refused to let her deter him. “I wanna try this, Dominique.”

“We both know it’s not just about the physical aspect, Vincent. It’s a mental and emotional journey as well. You need to be ready for that.”

“Look, we both know I’m experienced. You know that’s not the issue,” Vincent admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. “What I want is to learn this from you, Dominique. Teach me how to submit.”

Dominique leaned back, her expression inscrutable, but her eyes never leaving his. “You’re asking for a lot, Vince. Trusting someone with that kind of power over a man like you … are you truly prepared to take that leap?”

“I am,” he replied without hesitation. “I can’t explain it, and I don’t know why I’m so drawn to you, but I can’t deny it any longer. I want this, Dominique. I want you.”

For a moment, the air between them seemed to crackle with anticipation, their gazes locked in an unspoken challenge. The air in the restaurant was thick with tension, the lingering traces of their conversation still carrying a potent weight. Vincent’s thoughts ran in different directions as he tried to find the right words to convince Dominique that he was serious about exploring her world. He leaned forward, his fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the table.

“Listen, Dominique,” he began, his voice firm. “I know this isn’t something to be taken lightly, but I am willing to explore and adapt. Your desires are an extension of who you are, and if I’m going to be a part of your life, I want to understand every aspect of it.”

Dominique studied him for a moment, her eyes unreadable once again. She opened her mouth to respond, but the sudden buzzing of her phone on the table interrupted them. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting to one of mild annoyance.

She cursed under her breath. “I’m so sorry, Vince.” She looked back up at him, her gaze softening slightly. “I hate I have to cut this short. But I honestly forgot that I have another client meeting. I need to get to it.”

Vincent fought to keep the disappointment from his face. “Of course,” he replied, trying to sound understanding. “Business comes first.”

“Indeed, it does,” Dominique said, gathering her bag and sliding out of the booth. As she stood, she gave Vincent a lingering look, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.

Vincent waved to their server. “Hang on. Let me take care of this, and allow me to walk you to your car,” he insisted. It was a subtle gesture of protection, an unspoken promise to look after her—even if it was only for a few minutes.

“Okay,” Dominique replied, her tone guarded but not unappreciative.

Once he’d taken care of the bill, Vincent guided her out of the restaurant and back toward the building. The afternoon was filled with the scent of rain and gasoline, the city’s pulse thrumming beneath their feet. Despite the dense air, the warmth of the sun made it a pleasant day to be out and about. Every time their eyes met, Vincent could feel the palpable tension between them, as if a live wire were sparking between them.

“Vince,” she began, her voice hesitant. “I hope you don’t think I’m dismissing your … willingness to explore this part of my world. It’s just that—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, gently placing his hand on her arm. “I understand. You have every right to be cautious. Just know that I’m serious about this, about us.”

They reached the parking garage and approached a sleek, black sports car. Dominique hesitated, one hand resting on the door handle. She looked up at Vincent, her dark brown eyes searching his. “Just think about what I said. You’re a Dom, and it’s not always easy to switch, allowing someone like me to Dom you.” Her voice was barely audible above the distant wail of sirens and honking horns.

Vincent nodded solemnly. “I can promise you, Dominique, when the time comes, I’ll be ready to prove myself.”

After giving a nod, she got into her car and fastened her seatbelt. Vincent held her gaze as she pulled away, their eyes locked in a silent vow of future encounters, of shared experiences yet to unfold. It was then that he realized they hadn’t exchanged numbers.

“Fuck!”

Watching Dominique’s car disappear into the chaotic dance of Chicago traffic, Vincent began to ponder over their conversation. Was he truly prepared for the darkness that lay ahead, for the risks and rewards of surrendering control? He just knew he wanted her—needed her—in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Only time would tell. As he turned and headed inside the office building, his thoughts were consumed by the woman who’d already captured his heart. Vincent knew one thing for certain: he would not rest until he’d found her again, earned her trust, her submission, and eventually her love.

Chess is a game of strategy, skill and most of all, patience. It’s the perfect analogy for love. You have to think strategically in order to win a heart.

~Unknown

Chapter 6

“I made him an offer that he couldn’t refuse.” Dominique looked from her nails back to the phone with a smirk. “Then I showed him the projected numbers of what’s possible if he were to work with me. And there it was … dollar signs floating in his irises.”

Chasity chuckled. “That gets ‘em every time.”

“Almost every time.” Dominique fastened her seatbelt and pushed the ignition button. “But yeah, it’s another signed contract. We met yesterday evening, and his deposit was in my account this morning.” After hearing the engine purr to life, she shifted her Lexus LC into drive.

“Umm, beau thang, where are we going? It’s nasty outside.”

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