Page 7 of Reckless Desire

“Of course, you would. You’re such a worthless, disgusting piece of filth,” she hissed.

Her movements were hypnotic, helping the large man down to the floor onto his back with such poise and ease. With a gesture, someone from the club’s staff brought her a chair and placed it beside her slave. She gracefully lowered herself into her seat and, without warning, dug the pointed tip of her shoe into his skin. He gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain. Remaining seated, she savored his reaction as she cruelly trampled on his stomach, hands, thighs, and legs. Finally, at his request, she dug into his groin.

“I want you to do that to me, Mistress Ari!” someone from the audience shouted.

Shit, me too.Vincent shifted in his chair, leaning forward as he watched her with admiration whisper something quietly to the man. His eyes remained locked on them as if they were the only two people in the room, intrigued by the man’s willingness to surrender himself. The man simply nodded in response. Her small stature was no impediment to her powerful presence. Vincent watched in awe as she reached out a hand and gracefully helped him up to his knees. The woman trailed her fingers back up his body. She wrapped her hand around his throat, squeezing just shy of too much. The man’s eyes fluttered closed, lost in her control.

“You’re mine,” she declared, her voice firm and unwavering.

“Always, Mistress Ari,” he gasped, his devotion undeniable.

Vincent’s pulse raced faster. What would it feel like to give himself over completely, as this man had done? To experience her commanding touch? With each new display of dominance, he was drawn further under her spell. Vincent watched as the Domme released her grip on the man’s throat. He gasped for air, chest heaving. The crowd murmured their appreciation.

Then she twisted her head in the direction of the audience, her piercing gaze sweeping over the room. For a moment, her eyes locked with Vincent’s. His lungs tightened as he gazed into the depths of those mysterious eyes. It was like she could read his mind, to his innermost longings and wants. She turned to face the man again and started murmuring something in a hushed tone. He rose to his feet, swaying slightly. The woman steadied him with a hand on his arm.

Vincent watched as she stepped off the stage, the man following obediently behind her. The audience clapped in appreciation while the spotlight followed her graceful movements. His heart raced being so close to such a powerful performance that it had left him feeling electrified. Everyone stood up from their seats in a thunderous ovation. She walked with effortless grace, exuding confidence and power. The crowd parted for her, though she hardly seemed to notice their presence. Her eyes swept over everyone, assessing and aloof. Then, for the briefest moment, her gaze locked with his. Vincent couldn’t speak or move. Their connection lasted seconds, her dark eyes holding him in a trance. Then she turned away, and the spell was broken. She disappeared into the shadows, the crowd closing behind her. Vincent let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His pulse raced, skin tingling.What just happened?

The next act took the stage, but Vincent paid little attention. His thoughts kept circling back to the Domme, replaying each mesmerizing moment. The way she commanded the man with just a look or subtle gesture. How she exuded power and sensuality like a physical force.

Vincent glanced at CoCo, but she seemed oblivious to his distraction. Her focus remained on the stage. He knew he should do the same, but the Domme occupied every corner of his mind. What was it about her that fascinated him so? He knew under the bunny mask, she was beautiful, but it was more than that. Something in her aura called to a part of him that he barely knew. A part that yearned to surrender, to be mastered as completely as the man she’d dominated. The thought sent a spike of fear through him.

Is that what I want … to kneel at her feet like him?

He wasn’t sure, and the uncertainty left him off-balance in a way he’d never experienced before. She’d opened a door, and now Vincent felt compelled to step through and discover what lay on the other side. He needed to unravel the mystery surrounding this dark enchantress who had sparked such an intense reaction within him. Their chemistry was undeniable, so he knew their paths were destined to cross again. All Vincent knew was that he needed to see her again, and when that moment came, he would be ready to take the plunge.

Life isn’t always like chess. But sometimes it is. In a really difficult game, queen leaves board at the end. The difference is, you call it sacrifice in chess.

~Heshan Udunuwara

Chapter 4

“Girl, you two are practically burning holes in each other,” Chasity remarked, smirking as she took a slow sip of her drink. “Vonn, don’t you think Mistress Ari should make a move?”

Shavonne’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she followed Chasity’s gaze. She giggled. “It’s not every day we see our fearless Queen so … awed and speechless. I mean, I don’t blame her. He’s fine as fuck!”

“Squared.” Chasity agreed, leaning closer to Dominique. “Come on, beau thang. What’ve you got to lose? This is your queendom, after all.”

The air in Club Desire hung heavy with lust. The scent of sweat and leather weaved through the crimson-lit lounge, where Dominique watched him from a distance.Risking it Allthumped from the speakers around her. Its seductive beat vibrated through the floor and into her bones, amplifying the tension that crackled between them.

Dominique clenched her jaw, the heat of their gazes and the sultry atmosphere of the club only serving to fuel her internal conflict. She could feel the weight of the leash in her hand, a reminder of the power she held over her slave—a power she wondered if she could ever share with someone like him. The mysterious man across the room was undeniably gorgeous. His dark, rich hair was slicked back, and his trimmed beard emphasized the curves of his strong jawline. His warm yet intense, light brown eyes met hers and held them in their grip, while a shapely nose added elegance to his already attractive features. She wished she could feel the softness of his full lips against her own. He had an undeniable charisma that was hard to ignore. His lips curved up slyly at one side like he was hiding an amused secret while he held a slender leash attached to his submissive.

“Enough already,” she snapped, her voice firm but laced with uncertainty. She willed her attention away. “I’m not gonna approach him. At least not tonight. If he returns, perhaps.”

“Suit yourself,” Chasity said, shrugging nonchalantly. “But remember, some opportunities don’t come knocking twice.”

While Dominique silently weighed her options, the sounds of whispered conversations, laughter, and the clink of glasses drifted through the air. The club was alive with exploration, the breathless anticipation of every touch and command heightening the charged atmosphere.

“Ari,” Chasity whispered into Dominique’s ear.

Dominique whipped her head, giving her friend a stern look. She knew the nickname slipping out had to be in the moment out of concern for her.

“Sorry. Just making sure. Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Dominique mumbled, but even she could hear the uncertainty that lingered in her voice.

“Maybe you should go talk to him,” Shavonne suggested, her tone playful yet cautious. “You never know what might come of it.”

“Or don’t,” Chasity chimed in, her grin wicked. “Just imagine the possibilities.”

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