Page 4 of Reckless Desire

“Why do I feel like you did that on purpose because you knew I would punish you?”

Vincent saw her muscles clench and contract as she moaned, his growing erection painfully pushing against the front of his pants. It was becoming difficult to ignore. He moved to the front of the bench and started undressing. His belt buckle was the first thing to go, followed by his trousers and boxers. He slid them down his legs. “Look at me.”

She slowly lifted her gaze until it reached his, her eyes wide and innocent. “Yes, Boss.”

“You’re going to get a spanking for what you did, but right now, I need to release. Open.”

CoCo did as she was told. Vincent gripped the back of her head and thrust his hips forward. He heard her gag and quickly pulled out. After delivering a slap to her face, he gripped her around the neck and hissed. “Nah uhn. You’re not gonna throw up.” Vincent released his grip on her throat and took a step back. He went to collect the garbage can from the far corner of the room “And even if you did, you’re not getting out of this. You were naughty, so you’re gonna eat this dick and swallow every one of my kids when I nut.” He then gathered her hair into a ponytail, wrapped his other hand around her throat, and pushed every inch into her mouth until he felt the little fleshy hanging ball in the back of her throat, touching the tip of his dick. He retreated some and shoved it in repeatedly. Bubbles of saliva formed around her mouth, dribbling from her lips and down her chin, but she didn’t gag. Tears streamed down the sides of her face.

“Aww, you should see how your makeup’s all smudged from your tears. But you look so amazing taking all this dick. Good girl. Your filthy mouth … it’s only good for catching my cum, you know that, right?”

“Mmhmm.” She increased the suction.

“Shhhit!” He thrusted deeper, faster, then went still. He emptied his nuts, releasing the cascade of his kids down her throat.

As he came down from his orgasm, Vincent thought to himself that CoCo would be ideal to tag along for his trip to Chicago. He pulled out his semi-erect shaft from her lips. With a grin, he picked up the paddle and then moved behind her to take up his stance.

First thing in the morning, he would get a contract drafted.

Life is a chess match. Every decision that you make has a consequence to it.

~P.K. Subban

Chapter 2

Dominique Benoit knew she was a force to be reckoned with, a powerful presence that could not be overlooked or denied. Her bodysuit oozed sex appeal, style, and quality. The plunging neckline framed her bust nicely while showing just enough cleavage. The high waist accentuated her curvy figure, revealing a toned waistline. The adjustable Garter belt fit perfectly for a balanced appearance. Outlining the bodysuit were metal studs and chains, adding a stylish flair to her look. She strutted around the room in her thigh-high leather boots, the stiletto heels clacking against the hardwood floors as she turned this way and that, admiring herself.

“Yasss Queen,” she said approvingly to the reflection in the full-length mirror. “Straight fiyah!”

With practiced precision, she began applying her makeup. Her eyelids received an extra stroke of dark eyeshadow, enhancing the intensity of her gaze. The black eyeliner followed, carefully drawn to create a bold cat-eye effect that demanded attention. A hint of rouge on her cheeks added warmth to her otherwise fierce appearance, and finally, she coated her lips with a deep red lipstick—the color of passion and power.

“Mwah! Okay, now I’m ready.” Dominique stepped away from the mirror and called out, her voice sultry and commanding. “Chas, Vonn, come on! I need your input.”

Dominique had been friends with Chasity Daniels and Shavonne Pressley since middle school. The three of them had gone to the same college, joined the same sorority—Delta Sigma Theta—and studied in the same business program. They were nearly inseparable. But when it came to relationships, they respected the privacy of their partners rather than interjecting themselves between them. They were fiercely loyal to each other and vowed unconditional support should any of them ever need it—and Dominique did when her marriage ended in shambles. Chasity and Shavonne rallied around her during that dark time, showing up in ways she never expected and helping her put back together a life she thought was shattered forever.

Moments later, she heard the noise of her friends coming down the hall. They entered her master bedroom, their eyes immediately drawn to her transformation.

“Well, damn!” Chasity drawled, her voice dripping with admiration. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“One word—FIERCE!” Shavonne exclaimed. “You’re gonna turn more than a few heads tonight, Ari.” She reached over to adjust a strap on Dominique’s outfit.

“Thanks, Vonn,” Dominique replied with a genuine smile that reached her eyes. “But you know I’m not looking for any attention—besides, if I ever get with anyone again, he’ll need to handle my uhh … new level of intensity.”

“Beau thang, with how you look and what you have planned tonight, you’ll have them all begging at your feet to take his place,” Chasity said, grinning.

Dominique sighed, lifting her shoulders. “I just hate that I’ll have to start all over again with training someone else. I just hope the next guy will at least have some experience. And before you even ask, no. I’m not going to an auction. That last one you took me to was …” She paused for a moment and then shuddered. “Ghetto.”

Chasity laughed. “I ain’t gon’ lie it was. My bad. And I wasn’t gon’ suggest nothing. I’m with Vonn on this one. You’re gonna have plenty of candidates putting in requests to be your slave after tonight’s performance. I’m sure of it.”

“Thanks, Chas,” Dominique replied with a grin, adjusting the straps on her heels. “They won’t know what hit them in Club Desire tonight.”

“Speaking of not knowing what hit them,” Chasity began, her voice tinged with curiosity as she adjusted one of the buckles on Dominique’s outfit. “Why’d you decide to end the contract with your slave? I thought William was a good boy. This is rather sudden.”

Dominique paused, her eyes drifting away from her reflection for a moment. She knew this question would come up eventually. She took a deep breath, feeling the tight embrace of the leather against her chest. “Chas, he said he fell in love with me,” she admitted. Dominique hesitated, shaking her head as she continued. “He knew the rules. Love has no place in our arrangement. It only complicates things and dilutes the power dynamics.”

She observed as Chasity blinked. Her fingers stilled on the buckle, surprise painting her features while she absorbed the revelation. Shavonne, who had been silently observing, spoke up.

“Wow, Ari. That’s heavy. I mean, I get why he would’ve fallen for you. Who wouldn’t?” Shavonne shrugged. “But I know why you had to end it. Gotta protect yourself, right?”

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