Page 26 of Reckless Desire

Dominique approached the wall of toys and surveyed her options. After considering a few different paddles, she settled on one that she called ‘Sweet & Sour’ – it would be perfect for Vincent’s first time. She retrieved the paddle, which was double-sided, with one side made of stiff leather and the other covered in soft faux fur. As she made her way back to Vincent, who was standing hunched over by the bed, she lightly tapped the leather side against her palm in preparation.

She came up behind Vincent, hearing his labored breathing. It was a sight to see: her strong, commanding, dominant, and in-control man, now surrendering to her, eagerly anticipating the mixture of pain and pleasure that she would bring him. Dominique trailed the plush, faux-fur side of the paddle over his firm butt. A wicked smile crept onto her lips as she imagined how red his cheeks would be at the end of their play session.

“What is our safe word, baby boy?”

Clutching the sheets with both hands, Vincent let out a loud gulp before he answered anxiously. “Gambit, Mistress Ari.”

With a quick flip of the weapon, Dominique struck Vincent’s exposed right cheek with the first blow, provoking him to holler. She quickly grabbed the cheek she’d whacked.

“Are you alright, baby boy?”

“Y-yes, Mistress Ari,” he panted out.

Dominique released his ass cheek and massaged it gently. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, Mistress Ari.”

She struck both his left and right cheeks in quick succession. Dominique continued the pattern, alternating between his cheeks. Vincent let out a quiet moan.

“Harder or softer, baby boy?”

The sheets twisted and tangled in Vincent’s hands, his knuckles turning white. “Harder, Mistress Ari,” he pleaded, pushing his backside out.

Hearing this pleased Dominique. She could also see that he was fully erected. He was enjoying it. Her strikes became more frequent, varying between forceful impacts and delicate caresses. She even added some pinches and squeezes on his cheeks while she continued to spank him. By the time she finished, Vincent was on his tiptoes, breathing heavily. Admiring her handiwork, she gently and slowly brushed her fingers over his red bottom.

“Such a good boy. Come with me.”

Dominique guided Vincent to the oversized loveseat positioned a few feet from the bed. A plush, black sherpa blanket was draped over her customized Queening chair. She strolled toward the wall and retrieved a set of restraints while he made himself comfortable in the chair, his large stature fitting snugly into it. The restraints were another one of the things he’d agreed that Dominique could use. She was curious to see how much control he would have during this play scene.

Once Dominique had tightly secured the straps on his wrists to the back legs of the chair, she moved on to attaching the fur cuffs around his ankles to the front legs of the chair. She moved with a slow, deliberate grace, her hips swaying mesmerizingly with each step, stopping in front of him and leaning forward inches from his face. Her eyes locked onto his, daring him to look away.

“Remember what I said about controlling this little dick?”

He nodded, “You control this dick, Mistress Ari.”

“Good boy,” Dominique praised while fisting his weapon of mass seduction.

That was what she’d begun to refer to his mini-King as. The long, thick, and veiny organ not only caused mass destruction to her cervix, but it also seduced her into giving him unsolicited head. Dominique wouldn’t deny it. Vincent had one of the prettiest dicks she’d ever seen. Her hand moved in a rhythmic motion, stroking up and down to the beat ofSlow. The muscles in her arm flexed as she twisted her hand like a pepper grinder. The anaconda swelled in her hand, twitching. With the cock ring, it grew harder and even bigger. Vincent flinched, and his face contorted with pleasure.

“You’re making it hard for me to behave. I feel like I should be gagging on your dick right now.” She smacked it, watching his dick bounce up and down like it was on hydraulics. Dominique smacked it again. “I bet you want my mouth on it, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Ari!” Vincent hissed in response.

She sank to her knees, positioning herself between his legs and eagerly gobbling down his dick. Her cheeks hollowed as she created a powerful suction, pulling him deep into her throat. She did this repeatedly, producing an excessive amount of saliva. It dripped down his balls and onto the floor. Suddenly, Dominique stopped. She got up and walked away.

Vincent shrieked in agony. “Nooo!”

Dominique spun around, wiping the saliva from her lips. “Oh, what was that, baby boy?”

His agonizing moans were music to her ears. With a confident and alluring stride, she returned to the chair and climbed on top of his lap. Dominique reached between their bodies and guided him inside her. She took him in fully, her body welcoming his length and girth. She rode him with intent, moving up and down, taking her time to thoroughly enjoy the experience herself. As she slowed her pace, Vincent’s head drooped forward. He nuzzled his face into her neck, letting out a satisfied grunt.

She grasped a handful of his hair and yanked his head back. “You’ll regret it if you come before I do.”

Dominique got up again. Vincent’s body jerked, and his chest heaved. Edging was something else they’d discussed. He said this was what he wanted, but now it appeared he might’ve been regretting it.

Vincent’s voice was deep and raspy, “I need to come. Please, Mistress Ari, can I please bust this nut?”

“Hmph! You haven’t earned your orgasm.”

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