Page 36 of Reckless Desire

Dominique followed Vincent to the St. Andrews Cross, where he secured the cuffs, starting with her ankles, and then he moved to her wrists. The clicking sound of the cuffs filled the room, accompanied by her rapid breathing. He stepped back to admire her. Spread out like a priceless treasure, Dominique represented vulnerability in this act of total submission. Vincent stood over her like a predator, his gaze full of possession and hunger, just inches away from his prey.

“My Queen,” Vincent said, his voice commanding her attention. “Look at me.”

Dominique lifted her head, connecting with his intense gaze as he declared, “I will always act in My Queen’s best interest, even when it contradicts my personal wants and … or desires. I will always be open and honest with My Queen. And I will listen to her needs and desires. I will provide protection from as much harm as possible to My Queen. And this includes emotional, mental, as well as physical harm from others, herself, or from me. I will Dominate My Queen. This includes but is not limited to my time, attention, instruction, discipline, and even my cruelty to take My Queen out of her comfort zone and force her to bend, stretch, and grow. I will not push her past the breaking point, but I will always endeavor to bring her to it. I will respect the hard limits that are established by and for My Queen. I will issue punishment and reward based on merit. I will constantly seek new ways to Dominate My Queen and take her further. And if I ever violate any of these rules, My Queen has the right to take away her consent, permanently or temporarily, releasing herself from all responsibility or requirements imposed by these rules, demands, and requests I have placed on her.”

When Vincent realized the damage Xander had done in Dominique’s life as her Dom, he never wanted her to question or doubt his role. He wanted her to feel safe and secure and know that he would never intentionally do anything to cause her any harm. Once he finished stating his personal Dom rules that he’d incorporated into their relationship, Vincent rested his forehead against hers and whispered against her lips, “My Queen,sei così bella.”

“Grazie, My King.”

“What is our safe word?”

“Gambit, My King.”

Vincent stepped away long enough to grab the first toy that he wanted to use. He returned to stand in front of Dominique. She’d lowered her head like a good girl. He was proud of her remembering all the intricate details of a submissive. Training her to his liking hadn’t taken long. Vincent cupped his hand under one of her supple breasts, and his thumb rubbed across the barbell jewel. He pinched hard, making her cry out.

“Oooh, thank you, My King!”

Vincent kneaded the same breast, digging his fingers in the creamy flesh. He switched to the other side, giving the twin mound similar attention. Dipping his head, Vincent latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while pinching the other one. He released the perky mound and slapped it with the spatula. Vincent switched between sucking, pinching, rubbing, and slapping Dominique’s nipples. He molded and squeezed the swollen bounty with satisfaction.

Dominique moaned, arching her body to him, “Yesss, My King!”

His fingers traced down the front of her body to the cleft between her legs. He rolled two digits on her bulging clit in a quick, circular motion. Dominique gripped the chains attached to the cuffs on her wrists. Uncontrollably, her body bucked forward and spasmed.

Vincent leaned in warning, “Your orgasms are mine, My Queen. You come when I say you can.”

“Y-y-yes, My King,” Dominique panted out.

He inserted two fingers, curving them upwards, and began stroking in and out, her sticky essence coating his digits. He knew she was fighting against the need to come. Vincent could feel her velvet walls clamp down. Dominique’s breaths were short and ragged. Her stomach quivered. Sweat poured from her brow. He increased the speed, plucking at her G-Spot.

Vincent withdrew his fingers and retrieved the vibrator, placing it on her clit. Dominique’s legs shook as she whimpered. He removed the toy and went to his knees. Swirling his tongue around her protruding nub, Vincent lapped up the juices leaking from her pussy. He flicked his tongue back and forth across her meaty slit. Rising to his feet, he reached for the vibrator and pressed it against her clit again.

She bucked again, crying out, “Oooh, fuck!”

“Are you coming, My Queen?”

“Nooo, My King,” Dominique whined, rolling her head from side to side.

Vincent took the vibrator away. He removed the cuffs from her ankles and then turned his attention to the rope hanging from the top of the cross. Carefully, he looped it around one of Dominique’s knees and tied it in place. He repeated the process on the other side until she was suspended in a spread-eagle position.

“Hmm. You should see how good you look right now.” Vincent growled, “I promised you’re going to love how this feels.”

Gently, he tapped the tip against her clitoris, almost like he was knocking on a door. Dominique squirmed and tugged at the restraints, eager for more. With a teasing touch, Vincent pressed his impressive length against her entrance, rubbing back and forth without fully entering. But when he finally did plunge inside, it felt like being enveloped in a scorching heat that gripped him tightly.

Vincent rested his head against hers. They both looked where their bodies connected and together watched his dick going in and out of her. With each stroke, her essence coated his shaft. His hand closed around her throat with firm pressure. As he thrust into her, her pussy tightened around his dick like a vise, almost forcing him to release his load. He released her neck and grabbed the vibrator. He pressed the vibrating head against her clit while he pounded in her.

“You ready to come for me, My Queen?”

Dominique nodded vigorously, “Yes, My King, let me come all over your dick, please.”

Vincent put the vibrator to the side. He grasped her waist and, with his hips bucking, drove into her with pounding need. The sweat beads on their skin glistened in the soft light of the room. Dominique’s back arched as he thrusted into her. Her breasts moved in perfect rhythm with his hips. Every muscle tensed, and Vincent stiffened and exploded. He gasped as he let forth a strong, virile eruption, a hot blast of cum coating her core. A guttural cry escaped Dominique’s lips as she dropped her head forward.

Once his breathing was under control, Vincent carefully unfastened the restraints, releasing Dominique from the cross and into his arms. He carried her over to the bed. Pulling the covers back, he placed her down. He grabbed the bottled water on the nightstand, twisted off the cap, and handed it to her. After she had her fill of the cool, hydrating fluid, he took a swig himself and climbed in next to her. Dominique snuggled against his chest.

Vincent pressed a kiss on her forehead. “You did so good for me,” he said as he rubbed small circles on her lower back.

Vincent reached back to the nightstand, where Dominique kept a box of goodies for their post-play snacking. He picked out two Lindt milk chocolate truffles, her favorite candy indulgence. He unwrapped one and handed it to her.

Dominique accepted it with a smile, “Thank you, My King.”

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