Page 21 of Reckless Desire

Vincent moaned, “Mmhmm.”

“Something you want to say, baby boy?” She slid her bra off her arms and flung it to the side. Dominique sat back on his chest. “Speak.”

“Please, Mistress Ari, smother me with all that ass,” he panted out.

Dominique shifted positions so that her back was now facing Vincent as she straddled him. She used his face to stimulate both her clitoris and anus, grinding against his mouth and nose. He eagerly sucked at her clit and licked her pussy and ass crack while she continued to ride his face. She enjoyed the feeling of smushing her pussy into his face, briefly cutting off his breath before lifting up to allow him a moment to breathe. The friction of his beard against her clit only added to the stimulation. She alternated between this sensation and having Vincent suck on her clit, driving herself closer and closer to climax.

“Shhhit!” Dominique hissed when the sensation sizzled and rippled through her. The intensity of the orgasm overwhelmed her, causing her body to bow and spasm uncontrollably.

Breathless and exhausted, she slumped to the side. It was then that Dominique noticed Vincent’s unconscious form lying across the sofa, causing her to gasp in horror. She quickly crawled to him, leaning over his face. She didn’t hear him breathing. Her heart pounded in her ears, and her thoughts went racing. Dominique hopped up to grab the scissors and cut his tie from his wrists.

“Shit! Shit!”

Dominique calmed her nerves. Remembering her CPR first aid training, she proceeded to perform chest compressions. Afterward, she pinched his nose close, covered his mouth with hers, and blew a generous amount of air into his lungs.

“Come on, Vince. Please, oh God, please. Don’t you do this to me.”

She leaned over his mouth listening for his breathing. Nothing. Tears streamed down Dominique’s cheeks. She barely knew this man, but she didn’t want him dying from a kink gone wrong. How could she explain him dying with her? She felt like it was a scene out ofThe Color Purple. She would have to tell the police:With me on top of him.

Again, she went through another round of chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Dominique raised her head.

Vincent sprang up, sputtering and coughing up some of her squirt juices. Dominique hurried over to the mini bar, where he had a small fridge. She retrieved a bottle of water and returned to his side. Twisting off the cap, she patiently waited for him to finish coughing. When he finally stopped, she handed him the bottle and watched as he drank down a large gulp.

“Are you okay?” She gently rubbed his shoulder, waiting for him to say something … anything.

His eyes were glassed over. Vincent finally took a deep breath before looking at her. The corners of his mouth curved upwards in a small smile. “I saw my grandma, Cecilia. She said it wasn’t time.”

“What the hell?”

“I told her I would’ve died doing what I loved … drowning in pussy.”

Dominique playfully pushed him. “Be serious for a moment.”

“I am. Yours, I’m willing to die for.”

“No. You have no idea how scary that was. Don’t ever do that again. Why didn’t you snap your fingers?”

“It was so good, I got lost in it too. All this ass.” He paused for a moment to massage her and pull her closer. “But you’re right. I won’t ever do that again. When I realized I couldn’t breathe, you were coming, and I couldn’t do anything except let you flood my face in it.”

Dominique’s face turned bright red. “Your ass is crazy. I can’t believe you didn’t try to get me off you.”

“I just told you, My Queen. I would’ve died a happy man.”

She shook her head. Vincent shared there was a private bathroom in his office where Dominique freshened up and redressed. He had another tie to replace the one she cut off. Within fifteen minutes, they were standing by the door of his office, holding one another.

“Thank you for stopping by, My Queen,” Vincent said softly. “This, uhh, was … exactly what I needed.”

“Anytime,” she replied, with a grin that split her face.

Dominique backed out of his office and stepped out into the hallway. When she turned, she collided with the chest of a tall, unknown figure. When she looked up, her breath immediately faltered. Her pulse quickened, and her stomach tightened when she recognized the person. Out of all the places in the world, why did she run intohimhere?

“Dom? What’s up, girl? What are you doing here?” His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a sinister grin.

It was Xander Bishop, her ex-husband. Her heart raced, fingers clenching and unclenching at her sides as she fought to regain control. There Vincent stood in the doorway of his office, while her ex-husband was on opposite side of her in the hallway. Dominique suddenly felt claustrophobic and trapped, like the walls had shrunk in size around her.

“What? You can’t speak? Cat got your tongue.” Xander taunted, scrutinizing her with cold, calculating eyes. “Lemme guess you’re still holding a grudge since the last time I saw you. Hpmh, pathetic. I swear you … why don’t you just let that shit go, girl. That was the problem—”

“No. You do not get to bring up anything about us. There is no us. You ruined that.” Dominique hissed.

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