Page 2 of Reckless Desire

“Good evening, Mr. Wynters. Tye got your message and sent me down with this.”

MJ took the envelope from her hand and nodded in appreciation. “Thank you, Cara. Oh, this is Mr. Vincent Moretti. Vince, this is Cara. She’s one of the concierges from the second floor.”

“Ahh, yes, I’ve seen her before.” Vincent flashed her a full smile and winked. “But I haven’t had the pleasure of making your acquaintance. Good evening, Cara.”

Cara returned a quivering smile and stammered out her greeting. “Good evening, sir. Uhh err, it’s nice … to umm meet you as well. Umm oh, okay then. Good night.” She then nodded at MJ before scurrying off.

MJ snickered. “Damn Moretti boys. Your pretty ass would have her gushing over you.”

“Aye, watch your mouth. And you better recognize I’mma full grown Moretti man now.” Vincent puffed out his chest proudly.

MJ put up his hands. “Touché. Indeed, you are my friend. Indeed, you are.”

“Now, tell me more about this.” Vince’s eyes were glued to his phone screen, reading the message MJ had sent until MJ caught his attention by pushing the white envelope toward him. Vincent glanced up and stared at it briefly. “What’s this?”

“Your guest card to enter Club Desire.”

Vincent’s eyes darted between the envelope and MJ, who was coaxing him to look inside. He grabbed the envelope, opened it, and pulled out a black card embossed with a golden mask and imprinted with the words:Club Desire.As he held up the mysterious card, his gaze met MJ’s enthusiastic expression.

“So, what do I do? Show them this, and they’ll let me in?”

“No, you don’t have to. It’s just like here. Stop by the reception desk and speak with Bethany. She’ll have you fill out the necessary paperwork before entering the club. When you’re done, you can decide, but like I said, you’ll probably join.”

“Hmm. Well, it beats coming home to scratch the itch.”

MJ finished taking a swig and nodded. “You’ll most certainly get all the scratching you need right there.”

“Speaking of that, let me go handle this itch I’ve got right now.”

“Take the bottle with you. I have a feeling you might be up there all night.”

Vincent rose from the booth to his feet. After slipping the card into his pocket, he picked up the bottle and exchanged a dap with MJ. He then made his way through the restaurant area to the hallway that led him into a spacious lobby. A young woman with long, dark hair sat behind a J-shaped receptionist desk. She looked up from the MAC computer and smiled.

“Good evening, Jess.”

“Hello and good evening, Mr. Moretti. Wow, it’s been a long time. How are you?”

“I’m doing well, thank you. Hope the same for you.”

“I am doing well. Thanks! And they have the Romper Room ready for you. Your guest awaits you.” Jess cheerily announced.

“You have a good evening.”

“Thanks! You too, Mr. Moretti!”

Vincent went to the left of Jess’s desk into a smaller foyer where there were stainless-steel doors to an elevator. He pressed the button to call for the lift. Once the doors of the elevator opened, he stepped inside and pressed the button for the second floor. Moments later, Vincent stepped out onto a multicolored floor, illuminated in various hues of blue, purple, and pink. He made his way past the bar and lounge area with couches to a hallway located across the bright floor. All the while, his gaze fell upon the infinity symbol that lit up the plush carpeting beneath his feet. MJ’s sister, Mia, was incredibly gifted as an interior designer. The atmosphere in the room was sophisticated and luxurious. As Rihanna’sSkinfilled the air, the beat vibrated through the walls as he crossed the expansive space. He followed the path of other guests down the corridor until the end, leading toward a door he recognized, one he’d been through several times before.

Once typing the code into the keypad, Vincent slowly pushed the door open, revealing a large, red, dimly lit room of pleasure. Inside, there was a St. Andrews cross, as well as a wall full of whips, paddles, and floggers. A swing hung from the ceiling, and a sex bench was set up nearby. The focal point was an extra-large bed with a pergola above it sporting various hanging loops. In the center of the room, a woman in a peek-a-boo teddy knelt with her head bowed low on a plush, white rug. The choker neckline revealed her bust, midsection, and lower torso. Vincent moistened his lips as his gaze roamed over her coconut brown skin, displayed tantalizingly in the skimpy lingerie. The tips of her creamy, double-D-sized orbs were already taut and turgid peaks. The fleshy crease between her smooth, voluptuous thighs was puffy and puckered. He loved and only preferred women with curvy figures. If he couldn’t see her ass from the front, he wasn’t interested.

He went to the wet bar in the corner of the room with the bottle of McCallan and poured himself another glass. Once he knocked the shot back, Vincent pulled his phone from his pocket and brought up a playlist to set the mood. Once Chris Brown’s,Back to Sleepthumped in the surround sound system, he walked over next to the woman and squatted down. Vincent brought his hand up to one of her breasts while he rasped softly in her ear. “You were such a good girl, CoCo, waiting patiently. Have you missed me?”

She didn’t lift her head but panted out. “Yes, Boss.”

He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger before giving it a sharp tug. “Hmm. Is that so? Tell me, how much?”

“Sooo much. It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, Boss!” she cried out.

“Do you remember our rules of play?” Vincent murmured softly, gently stroking her nipple.

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