Page 25 of Reckless Desire

“Mmhmm.” She hummed on his shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip.

Dominique deep-throated him, her mouth a hot, wet oven ready for his release. He gyrated his hips, filling her mouth and throat with his dick. She squeezed her eyes shut, her jaw clenching with each thrust. Her suction was so strong it felt as though she was aiming to yank out his soul. Vincent used the wall to keep himself balanced.

“I wanna see ‘em. I need to see ‘em. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

When Dominique made eye contact with him, Vincent cupped her face in his hands, pumping harder and faster. His entire body tensed, his muscles contracting with each wave of pleasure that washed over him. He could feel himself reaching the edge, his balls tightening as he released a hot stream of cum into her mouth. Dominique swallowed every drop eagerly.

With his legs feeling weak, Vincent gingerly lowered himself onto the bench in the shower. Dominique rose from the floor of the shower and joined him. He embraced her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body against his own. As he ran gentle circles on her lower back, he couldn’t help but replay the events of the last hour in his mind. Vincent understood how exhausting it must have been for her to get sick. Despite everything, she was determined to make sure he was satisfied. It was just another example of her dedication to their new relationship dynamic and her eagerness to please her Dom.

Vincent gently tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “Okay, My Queen. I’m ready. Whatever you want to do to me or want me to do, I’ll do it.”

Chess isn’t a game of speed, it is a game of speech through actions.

~Matthew Selman

Chapter 10

“Come with me.”

Dominique led Vincent from the foyer down the hall until they reached a door with a keypad. She entered the code and pushed it open. After flipping the light switch on, they went down a flight of stairs. When they reached the bottom of the staircase, there was a short hall to the left that took them to a red steel door. She twisted the knob, opened the door, and turned on the soft and inviting red light revealing an extravagant room that mirrored the design of her office upstairs. There was a comfortable seating area with a leather sofa, loveseat, and accent chairs. It included a flat-screen TV with a soundbar and speaker mounts on one wall. A mini wet bar with top-shelf liquors lined another wall. In a separate part of the expansive space, she’d collaborated with a company that specialized in designing spaces tailored to their client’s wildest fantasies.

“Queen Dom,” Vincent spoke the words displayed in bold, luminous letters with a crown suspended above that section of the room.

Her basement had been transformed by the company into a provocative and intimate adult play space, complete with her own personal BDSM dungeon. The dungeon featured a Dore Alley Dungeon bed, a spanking bench, a sex chaise, a swing, a special-customized St. Andrews Cross, and a wall lined with restraints, floggers, paddles, and other enticing sex toys.

“Yes, welcome to my Queendom. You said you’re ready. That means in here you will followmyrules. Not yours, understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Ari.”

“Good boy. Now, get undressed. I only want you in this,” Dominique handed him a silicone cock ring. “You’ll find a bottle of lubricant on the table.”

She then began setting the mood by lighting a few scented candles and dimming the overhead lights. With the remote in hand, she turned on the surround system and connected her phone’s Bluetooth to queue the playlist she’d carefully curated for this moment. The sultry beat of Rihanna’sSex With Mefilled the room from the in-ceiling and wall speakers. Meanwhile, Vincent had done as she’d instructed; stripped his clothes, applied the cock ring, and kneeled down, respectfully lowering his head. Dominique was happy he was finally ready to take things to the next level.

Over the past few weeks, she didn’t intentionally try to assert her dominance. Most of the time, she allowed him to take control, showing her patience and trust. The other night, she had surrendered to his desires, even after she was sick, ultimately giving him exactly what he wanted without a single complaint. He claimed to be ready, but watching was different from experiencing the real thing. There was yet much to discover in their connection. And Dominique sensed there was still part of him fighting it. She could smell the Dom in him wanting to take over. She had faith in Vincent and knew he was nothing like her past husband. Tonight, she would break Vincent Alessandro Moretti, III., and he would learn what it meant to be dominated by her.

With the knowledge that it would simplify things for the evening’s activities, she had opted to wear a lingerie set without cups or crotch for easy access that evening. Her signature bunny ears and thigh-high stiletto boots finished the sexy Dominatrix ensemble. Dominique squatted in front of him. “Do you smell my pussy?”

“Yes, Mistress Ari.”

“Do you wanna eat my pussy?”

She watched his shoulders tense some and then relax. “Yes, Mistress Ari. I wanna eat your pussy.”

Dominique slapped him across one cheek. “Of course you do. You’re such a dirty little boy. But you’ll have to earn it. And learn how to enjoy it without going to visit Grandma CeCe.”

“I’d love to see her again.” Vincent snickered.

She slapped him across the other cheek.

He whipped his head up, shouting. “What was that for?”

“Did I say you could speak?” Dominique hissed, squeezing his face. “You would start the night off with me punishing you.”

“Come!” She got up and moved in the direction of the bed. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Vincent getting up from the floor. She motioned to the spot next to her. “Crawl!”

Vincent crawled over to her after getting back on his hands and knees. She smiled, recognizing that he’d remembered to keep his eyes off her and his head bowed.

“Get up. Bend over and keep your hands on the bed.”

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