Page 3 of Reckless Desire

She responded with a light nod, her head bobbing against her chest. “Yes, Boss.”

“What are our rules, Doll?”

Coco cleared her throat and recited: “I will not speak to Boss unless spoken to. I will respond with ‘Thank you, Boss’ after every orgasm or any spankings given. I will keep my pussy and ass hair free for Boss’s viewing pleasure. I must wear a butt plug at least an hour a day.”

She was about to continue, but Vincent held up a hand, stopping her. “And where is that butt plug right now?”

CoCo kept her head bowed low. “In my ass, Boss.”

“Hmm. Such a good girl. Please continue.”

“My body is Boss’s to do as he desires. This pussy and ass belong to Boss. I give Boss full permission to use my holes as he sees fit. My orgasms belong to Boss. I do not have one until I ask for permission. I understand failing to comply with these rules will result in punishment and retraining.”

“And what is your punishment, Doll?”

“Lasciamo che la punizione sia adeguata al crimine. Let the punishment fit the crime.”

“Ahh, you truly are one of my faves, Doll.”

Vincent rose to his feet and pulled off his Dior suit jacket, carefully hanging it on the back of the door. He unfastened his cufflinks and placed them, along with his Rolex, into the bowl on top of the glossy white dresser. As he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, Vincent strolled over to the wall. He took a moment to admire the beautiful woman kneeling gracefully on the floor. She was indeed one of his favorites. Throughout the past year, they’d slowly developed a strong and trusting dynamic as Top and Bottom. The only thing that had held him back from pursuing something more with CoCo was the fact that she didn’t seem to have a lot going on beneath the surface. Although she could keep his dick harder than calculus, there just wasn’t any real attraction there.

Vincent plucked a vegan leather paddle from the wall. Placing it on the table near the bench, he went to the dresser and opened the top drawer retrieving a vibrator, massage oil, and anal lube. He turned around and questioned, “What is our comfort level system?”

“Green means it feels good. We can keep going, and I want you to increase the intensity of our play. Yellow, I need you to slow it down some or stop what you’re doing and move on to something else. Red is a full scene I want you to stop and do aftercare now.”

“And lastly, Doll, what is our safe word?” Vincent asked while placing each of the items on the table.

“Fired, Boss.” She purred.

His face split into a satisfied yet sinister grin. “Good girl. You may come to me.”

CoCo eased herself up from the floor. Without raising her head to make eye contact with him, she seductively strutted over. Vincent realized she was moving her body to the beat ofVICES. She always enjoyed putting on a show for him. Her long tresses moved back and forth, softly grazing her nipples with each sway. When she reached Vincent, he cupped the back of her neck pulling her closer. His fingers curled around her throat and he gently squeezed, the movement like a delicate massage on her silky skin. Vincent heard her breath hitch in her windpipe as he carefully tightened his grip. He leaned into her, inhaling a delightful mix of a sweet vanilla fragrance and her body’s natural aroma. His arousal was evident as the bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants became noticeable with every inhalation of her scent.

“You smell like you’re ready to fuck. Are you aroused right now, Doll?”

CoCo shuddered and whimpered. “Yes, Boss.”

Releasing his hold of her neck, he commanded. “Get on the bench.”

Keeping her head lowered, CoCo did her seductive walk over to the bench in the middle of the room. Vincent followed, helping her onto the equipment of pleasure. He snaked the double straps over her arms and knees before securing the two restraints for her chest. Deciding against restraining her head this time, he removed the headrest to have full access to her face.

“Is anything too tight?” Vincent asked as he walked over to the table.

CoCo’s eyes were on the floor. “No, Boss. They’re perfect.”

Vincent spent a few minutes prepping for their session whileMovementby Hozier played in the background. He took up his position next to CoCo’s body and poured massage oil all over her butt cheeks, rubbing it in until they both shined, glowing like two round globes. Vincent slid the flimsy string of lingerie away. His fingers glided easily past her slick entrance, pushing inside her wetness and coaxing her delicate walls to open wider. Coco gasped as he worked her over slowly, her body trembling from pleasure. He removed his fingers, leaning toward her as he pushed them into her mouth.

“Mmhmm. Thank you, Boss.” CoCo murmured, sucking her essence from both digits.

After she licked them clean, Vincent pulled his fingers from her mouth. He parted her cheeks wider and pushed in a third finger on top of the other two, exploring deeper into her sticky inferno. His fingers were caught like prey in a Venus fly trap as he felt her muscles grip him tighter. He rotated his wrist and moved his hand faster, plucking her G-spot with a skillful, back-and-forth motion. CoCo’s body convulsed wildly before going completely still, a deep moan slipping from her lips.

Vincent removed his fingers and scoffed in disdain. “I know you’re not about to—”

The words died off in his mouth as a stream of warm fluid burst from between her legs, spraying his arm and puddling on the floor.

“And after you just went over the rules,” he tsked. “That was mine, not yours.”

“I-I-I’m, I’m… s-s-sorry,” CoCo said in between her heavy panting.

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