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Xander’s eyes flashed with a mix of rage and humiliation, but he said nothing further. Vincent could see the realization that he was cornered, trapped by his relentless pursuit of justice. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but one that had been long overdue.

“Good,” Vincent said, the satisfaction coursing through his veins like a heady drug. “Then we have an understanding.”

As Xander stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding crash, Vincent felt a deep sense of satisfaction settles over him like a warm embrace. He knew that nothing would ever be the same again. His thoughts turned to Dominique’s safety and the future they could now build together, free from Xander’s toxic influence. He would need to be vigilant, prepared for whatever vengeful schemes Xander might concoct. But today, he’d won a significant battle in the war for her, and he intended to savor every moment of it.

Chess is life.

~Bobby Fischer

Chapter 14

“What is this?” Dominique asked, taking a seat at the table.

“A set I had made just for us, My Queen. The platinum pieces are yours, and the black ones are mine.” Vincent sat down across from her, flashing a charming smile. On the table between them rested a custom-made chess set, all-metal figures embellished with Swarovski crystals on a glass board. They began to set up, each piece fitting into its designated spot like an intricate puzzle.

“Remember our first game?” Vincent asked, his voice soft yet filled with emotion. “I knew then that you were special.”

Dominique smiled, her eyes locked onto his as she moved her pawn forward. “And I knew you were a worthy opponent–in every sense of the word.”

Vincent countered her move, sliding his knight into position, a silent proclamation of his devotion. Their game continued, each piece capturing the other’s in a delicate dance of power and surrender, reflecting the intricate balance that defined their relationship.

“Your move,” Dominique whispered, her gaze never leaving Vincent’s as she slid her bishop across the board, cornering his king. It was a daring maneuver, one that left her own queen vulnerable, but it spoke volumes about the trust she placed in him.

“Check,” Vincent said, the word heavy with meaning. He considered his next move carefully, aware of the weight it carried. He moved his rook, deliberately leaving her queen untouched–a statement of his love and respect for her strength. Their game continued, each move a vow, each captured piece a testament to the bond they shared.

“Checkmate,” Vincent declared after several more moves, a triumphant smile on his face. He couldn’t help but grin, finally winning against his personal chess champion.

“Congratulations, My King,” Dominique replied while pushing away from the table. “I guess I didn’t make it hard enough on you this time.”

“No, I think I might be a little distracting at times.”

“That you are. I couldn’t even focus on my work,” she admitted, with a shake of the head.

Vincent noticed the faint blush that colored her cheeks, no doubt remembering their risqué activities from the night before.

“I’ll go get dinner started.”

Vincent growled, “I know I’ve been starving. I’m ‘bout to make you part of my meal plan. I’m gonna need this pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Now bend over like a good girl.”

Dominique didn’t hesitate to do as she was told. With a seductive look back at Vincent, she bent over and touched her toes.

He moved behind her and murmured, “Sembra dlizioso. I’m going to enjoy ravishing you, My Queen. You look gorgeous … so fuckalicious. You know that I’m ‘bout to fuck you senseless, right?”

“Yes, My King.”

Vincent grasped her hand and led them down to the dungeon. He knew exactly which piece of furniture he wanted to see her on. Dominique told him the St. Andrews Cross was another one of the items she had specially designed. With a keen eye for aesthetics, Dominique knew exactly what she wanted. She opted for a striking combination of red and black Poplar wood. To ensure her cross was built to last, she’d requested that the hardware be made of stainless steel, with supple and durable leather as the perfect finishing touch to her masterpiece. The cross was affixed to the wall near the restraints, floggers, and paddles.

“Take it off … all of it,” Vincent commanded while he strolled over to the table to get everything prepped. He was going to take his time with Dominique. He hadn’t taken control as she had over the past month in their relationship, but she promised if he won against her in their game of chess, he could Dom her any way he wanted. He’d been trying hard. Today was that day.

When he turned around, Dominique was kneeling on the floor in the submissive position with her head bowed. Once he’d removed all of his clothing and outfitted himself in a cockring, Vincent squatted next to her. “My Queen, what are our rules?”

“I will communicate honestly with My King. I will always address My King appropriately and respectfully. I will completely surrender my heart, mind, and body to My King. I will do anything I can to please My King. And I will continually think of and seek new ways to please My King. If I am in violation of any of these rules in my thoughts or actions, I will tell My King and ask for forgiveness. And I will accept appropriate correction and punishment for any wrongdoings I am guilty of.”

Vincent ran his thumb along the side of her cheek, over her lower lip, and then asked, “And what is the punishment, My Queen?”

“Lasciamo che la punizione sia adeguata al crimine.”

“Good girl. You may stand up. Come with me.”

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