Page 20 of Reckless Desire

“See you then, My Queen.”

Within thirty minutes, Dominique arrived at the building where the Moretti & Valentino firm was located. After checking in with security at the front desk, she rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor. She introduced herself to the receptionist and mentioned that Vincent was anticipating her arrival. The young girl instructed Dominique to take a seat while she notified him. In less than a minute, the receptionist was calling her name.

“Excuse me, Ms. Benoit, Mr. Moretti will see you now. You’ll go to the left of my desk. His office is located at the end of the hall, last door on the right.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Dominique had barely reached the middle of the long hallway lined with offices when Vincent emerged from a door at the end. His imposing frame seemed to take up all the available space in the corridor.Damn!The night before, she thought it was torture to see him in those gray sweatpants. But now, seeing him standing there in his tailor-fit designer suit, her insides tightened with desire. The impulsive idea of going without panties suddenly didn’t seem so clever as she felt the tell-tale signs of her arousal dripping between her legs. By the time she reached Vincent, it felt as though she’d wet herself.

She inhaled the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It enveloped her like a gust of wind, leaving her head swimming in a dizzying fog. He draped his arm around her waist and leaned in, pressing his soft lips against hers. Her heart was still racing from the sweet kiss. His warm breath tickled her ear, speaking in a husky whisper. “Sei, sexy. I can watch you walk all day.”

The sound of his deep voice and speaking in Italian caused a tingling sensation to shoot down her spine. Dominique’s legs turned to jelly. She leaned into his strong body for support. Thankfully, he led them out of the hallway and into his office. She could see herself melting into a puddle of mush if they’d stayed in the hall any longer.

Dominique ambled into the middle of the massive office. The soft click of the door echoed through Vincent’s office. Shadows danced across the bookshelves and ornate wallpaper, casting an intimate veil over the space. The scent of leather, old books, and Vincent’s musky cologne filled the air, immediately transporting Dominique back to their first night together.

She heard Vincent turn the lock. Bold thoughts raced through her mind as she traced her fingertips along the surface of his desk. The image of Vincent having her sprawled across the dark wood executive desk played out vividly in her head. She took a deep breath and turned to lean against it for support, trying to regain her composure.

Vincent closed the distance between them in a few long strides, his well-defined muscles flexing with each step. The intense, almost predatory look in his eyes held her captive. He stood close, leaving no space between their bodies. She gazed up into his entrancing light brown eyes, reminiscent of warm amber. They were accented by his sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and a strong jawline. Every one of his features was carved with precision, a work of art that begged to be explored. His well-groomed goatee framed his sensual and inviting lips. And the things he could do with his mouth were unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Dominique’s fingers traced over his goatee, feeling the passion rising within her. His body radiated warmth, the heat emanating from him as he stood in front of her, caging her in with his hands resting on the desk.

The tension between them was like a taut wire, ready to snap at any moment as they stood face to face, their bodies a breath apart. Vincent’s hands were large and strong, with veins visible just beneath the skin. They glided effortlessly from the desk to her thighs, his long fingers tracing intricate patterns over her skin. She held her breath, feeling a tremor run through her inner thigh when his fingertips grazed over it. Dominique could hear the sound of his breathing, heavy with desire and anticipation. He moved closer.

Vincent leaned forward, inhaling deeply. A sly smirk played on his lips. “Hmm. My Queen, you smell divine. Are you ready for a repeat of last night?”

Her mouth gaped, and her breathing ragged, but Dominique was unable to respond. Her pussy, on the other hand, purred an excited yes on her behalf. She was now a sopping wet mess. A low whimper escaped when Vincent parted her thighs.

“Mi ecciti. You’re turning me on, My Queen. Coming in here with this little dress on. I can’t think of anything else except burying my face in your pussy. May I?”

Under Vincent’s intense stare, Dominique was rendered speechless. The only response she could give was a small nod of her head to indicate her agreement.

“Take off your panties and give ‘em to me.”

“I-I can’t.” Dominique panted out.

Vincent’s brows pinched together. Instead of giving him an explanation, Dominique tugged at the belt on her blazer shirt dress, exposing the only article of clothing she wore underneath—a bra.

“Gesú,” Vincent mumbled, gently biting his bottom lip.

He grasped her hand and stepped backward, pulling her towards the Chesterfield leather sofa against the wall. When they reached it, he let go of her hand and took off his jacket, draping it over the arm of the sofa. Dominique observed as he loosened his tie and took it off. He knelt down before her and extended it towards her.

“Wait.” Dominique placed her hands on his chest.

He lowered his hand, frowning. “What’s wrong, My Queen?” Before she could respond, Vincent slapped his forehead. “Damn, this was your scene to lead. I forgot, but you came in here like this and …”

She placed an index finger to his lips. “Shhh … baby boy. It’s not that. You distracted me, yes, and although that’s not your fault, you did mess up the scene, so I am going to punish you for that. But, if I’m going to tie you up, we need another hand signal.”

“Oh, I see. Right. Well, what do you suggest?”

“Your hands will be tied above your head, which means you won’t be able to pinch me. I’ll leave enough slack for you to snap your fingers, okay.”

“Yes, Mistress Ari.” Vince, with his head down, extended the tie towards her once more. Dominique accepted it and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “I love how you fell right back in your place. Such a good boy. But I’m still going to punish you. Remember, I’m in control today.”

“Yes, Mistress Ari.”

The night before, she and Vincent extensively discussed the dynamics of their new relationship. Being a Dom was all Vincent had known, so it would take some time for him to adapt to being in a submissive role. On the other hand, she had no trouble with it, but they agreed that she would be the one to initiate any scenes where she played the submissive. Vincent agreed to this compromise, as she was making an effort for his sake. Dominique went to his desk to grab the scissors. Vincent swiftly discarded his shirt, and she took hold of his wrists, binding them together with a knot. His hands were large, with veins visible just beneath the skin. Her mind raced with memories of what those skilled hands could do to her, sending butterflies through her stomach. He was a major distraction, indeed.

She barked out a command. “Come.”

Vincent rose from the floor. She directed him to take a seat on the couch and assisted him in lying down on his back with his arms stretched above his head. Dominique gracefully removed her dress and placed it on the arm of the sofa. She unlatched her sandals, climbed onto Vince’s broad body, and straddled his face, using it as a seat. His tongue darted out, making soft strokes, pushing through her outer lips to her clit. Dominique unhooked her bra as she rocked her hips back and forth.

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