Page 24 of Reckless Desire

“‘Cause once you go—”

“No, Dad. Don’t.” Vincent made a cutting motion with his hand across his neck, causing them all to burst into laughter.

His dad then asked if they could speak privately. Vincent excused himself from Dominique. He switched from FaceTime to an audio call.

“Yes, sir?”

“What’s the update on Joey?”

“Hopefully, I’ll know something before the end of next week. My informant has finally gotten closer to the girl than she was last month. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Junior, I don’t have to tell you I want this taken care of and no blowback.”

“No, sir, you don’t. I understand, Dad. It’s handled.”

“Okay, I know. Thank you. And Dominique is beautiful. I hope we get to meet her in person.”

Vincent turned around to see that her eyes were on him. She flashed him a smile that reassured him that he could confirm it with his dad. “You will, Dad, and soon. Tell Mama I said good night. Talk to you later.”

He ended the call and marched over to the couch. Vincent scooped her up to his waist. Dominique locked her legs around him and draped her arms around his neck.

“Vince, what are you doing? What happened to us cuddling?” She giggled.

He nuzzled into her neck. “You look so fucking good right now. I can’t think about cuddling.” Vincent lifted his head and stared at her.

Dominique gave a slight nod. “Yes, tonight you may, My King.”

Vincent’s ears perked up at those words. He knew exactly what she meant without saying it. Tonight, she was going to allow him to take the lead with being the Dom. He brushed his lips across hers. “Thank you, My Queen.”

The last month had been a learning journey for him, thanks to her guidance. She was right; as a Dom, it was difficult for him to give up control completely. He struggled with the concept of being submissive in scenes where she was supposed to take charge. As punishment for breaking the rules, she made him wear a chastity cage - the ultimate torture. For an entire day, his manhood was locked away, unable to even get a hint of arousal. She intentionally teased and tempted him, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it. The pain of being aroused but not being able to release was almost unbearable for him. It was far more humiliating to have to sit down and pee. It finally clicked in his mind that he had given her this level of power and control over him. He had been working on not taking over and slowly allowing her to take the lead, but tonight, she had allowed him to be the dominant one. Vincent was thankful for her compromise, knowing that she didn’t have to give in to his desires.

He entered the bedroom and set her down next to the bed. Without instruction or any coaxing, Dominique removed every article of clothing. Then she knelt with her head bowed. Vincent stared down at her and knew exactly what he wanted. He grabbed the wastebasket from the other side of the bedroom.

With a smirk, he declared, “I’m going to fuck that pretty face. Then cum in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow every last drop.”

“Yes, My King.”

“I want you to look at me while you deep-throat this dick. I need to hear you gag as I pump into your hot mouth.” Vincent stripped off his shirt and sweatpants, revealing his throbbing erection.

Glancing up at him, Dominique answered in a seductive tone, “Yes, My King.”

“Now open that pretty mouth for me.”

Dominique did as she was told, dropping her jaw to receive his dick. Vincent watched as the first couple of inches disappeared inside the satiny softness of her mouth. He pulled out, and she suctioned him back in.

“Oompf, yeah. Just like that.” Vincent growled.

She parted her lips further and pressed her tongue flat against the sensitive tip. He shuddered, feeling an intense sensation in his groin from her strong suction. Her mouth felt incredible. The way she created suction and made popping sounds with each stroke was mind-blowing. Vincent gripped her face firmly as he moved his hips, pushing past the dangling thing in her throat. It turned him on to see the spittle dribbling down her chin in between her breasts. There were huge teardrops rolling down her cheeks. The gagging noises were sending him over the edge. But then he heard it. Dominique swatted his thigh repeatedly with panicked force as she jerked back.

Vincent grabbed the wastebasket. Barely making it, she grabbed the sides and buried her face inside, retching. He rubbed her back until she finished getting everything up. When she finished, he assisted her to the bathroom. While Dominique was at the sink brushing her teeth, Vincent took care of emptying the container of her bile. He turned on the jets in the rain shower. She was gargling when he came up behind her. He tweaked her nipples, playing with the barbells. Dominique rinsed her mouth. She stared back at him in the reflection.

“I’m sorry for being too rough.” He kissed the side of her neck. “But you were such a good girl taking all this dick.”

“But I’m not done, My King.”

As their eyes met in the mirror’s reflection once more, Vincent gave a nod before taking her hand and leading her toward the shower. He guided her inside and followed closely behind. Vincent’s gaze trailed Dominique as she crouched down and opened her mouth wide. Gripping her face, he shoved his dick until it reached the depths of her throat. He withdrew and repeated the same motion. She took every inch without gagging.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking good at this.”

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