Page 32 of Reckless Desire

While everyone’s voices in the SUV faded into the background, Dominique’s mind replayed the events from earlier that night. Vincent’s brother, Joey, was snorting cocaine that’d been supplied by Xander. Vincent ended up punching out Xander, who threatened legal action against their firm, Moretti & Valentino. To add to the chaos, Xander’s cousin, Malaysia, was the woman who’d filed a sexual harassment lawsuit against Joey. The situation took an unexpected turn when Xander disclosed that she was a part-owner of X-Bishon. Dominique was at a loss for words but knew there was no way she would’ve agreed to put her name on a club with Xander. Vincent said he would get to the bottom of it all.

Luckily, their driver, Tommy, recommended a restaurant famous for its delicious Italian beef sandwiches, saving the night from being a total disaster. This gave Vincent a chance to calm down and also spend time with his brothers, especially Joey, who had finally come down from his high. The rest of the night passed without any more problems. She and her friends had a blast getting to know his brothers and Nevaeh, and they were already making plans for a girls’ trip in the near future. Lost in her own thoughts, Dominique almost didn’t notice Josh stepping out of the SUV when they arrived at Chasity’s house. He’d instructed Nico to return to the hotel while he decided to stay and spend some more time with Chasity.

“Just make sure your ass is at the office and before lunch. MJ and Nigel will be here.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there. It was nice meeting you, Dominique. See you later,” Joshua leaned in and waved at her.

“You too, Josh.” Before Chasity could get out, Dominique grabbed her arm and hush whispered. “Really, Thotiana?”

“Yep! ‘Cause you shouldn’t be the only one who gets to play with a Moretti man. Call you tomorrow. Bye, Vince!”

Dominique’s mouth remained gaping open after they closed the door.

“I could put something in there you know,” Vincent teased.

She whipped her head in his direction. Her eyes lowered. Biting into her bottom lip, she shook her head. “No, how about I put something in your mouth? After tonight, I think you need me to control the scene. What do you say, My King?”

Vincent scooted over, closing the distance between them. “I say please, My Queen, and thank you, Mistress Ari.” With a finger under her chin, he gently lifted her face toward his and brushed his lips against hers, giving her lower lip a hungry nibble.

Dominique intertwined her fingers in his beard and pulled him toward her for a daring kiss that left nothing to the imagination. Their tongues slicked together, exploring every corner of each other’s mouths. Vincent’s skilled hands moved up her legs, gently rubbing and exploring until he reached the moisture between her legs. Without a conscious thought, Dominique spread her thighs apart for him. He pushed aside her thong and inserted two fingers inside her wet warmth. She squirmed against his curved digits as he stroked her slowly.Intense sensations started to throb and pulse unrelentingly in the lower regions of her body. Her pussy was a blubbering mess, the leakage trickling down her inner thighs. She tried to suppress a whimper. Dominique’s eyes fluttered open and met Vincent’s clouded gaze, filled with desire. He delved his fingers deeper, causing her to release a low moan. She gripped his forearm tightly as he continued. A sensual grin spread across his face as he watched her mouth form the shape of an ‘O.’ She teetered on the brink. The orgasm stripped her of her usual control. With her head thrown back in silent rapture, Dominique’s surroundings faded away as she was overcome with pleasure. Her body went limp against Vincent. He withdrew his fingers from her warm depths and sucked them clean of her sticky essence. Vincent pulled her into his arms, holding her close. Dominique hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep until he nudged her awake several minutes later.

“Wake up, My Queen. We’re here.”

Tommy opened the back door. Vincent helped her out of the SUV. Dominique smoothed down the front of her dress. She waved good night to Tommy. As she walked away, Dominique chuckled to herself, thinking how she nor Vincent cared about Tommy hearing her get fingerblasted in the backseat. While Vincent spoke to Tommy, Dominique went to unlock the door. She quickly disabled the alarm. Instead of waiting for Vincent, she decided to get their scene started.

Dominique sent him a text with instructions and headed for the basement. Several minutes later, she heard the door to the dungeon creak open slowly. Vincent crossed the threshold completely nude. His third leg dangled as he made the strides to eliminate the distance between them. She swiped her tongue across her bottom lip and swallowed. If he were a paying client who wanted her to be his Domme, it would’ve been one of the most difficult contracts to keep. Dominique was more than attracted to Vincent. She could feel their souls tie. Her entire being ached to be everything to and for him. Right now, she wanted to help release the tension he likely felt from everything he would have to face dealing with her ex-husband. Vincent knelt in front of her with his head bowed.

Grasping a fistful of his thick, dark hair, she pulled his head back. “I’m going to take care of you now, baby boy.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he forcefully swallowed. Vincent whispered, “Y-yes, Mistress Ari.”

“Don’t worry, tonight I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Thank you, Mistress Ari.”

Dominique’s tongue slid over his lips before she eagerly pressed her mouth to his, kissing him with a fierce passion. She took control, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth with a fierce energy. Their combined moans created a vibrating sensation between their locked lips.

“Come across the bed,” Dominique commanded.

Since he enjoyed the spanking before, this time, she decided to introduce the flogger to him. She grabbed the two from the wall and stood behind him. “Baby boy, what is our safe word?”

“Gambit, Mistress Ari.”

Dominique trailed her fingers across his back, the tails of the flogger following suit. With a quick flick of her wrist, she brought the tails down on his skin with a satisfying slap. She continued to move back and forth in a fluid motion, alternating between light teasing strokes and harder smacks. This was cyclic flogging at its finest, her preferred form of flogging, teasing, and building up to one final forceful impact.

“How did that feel, baby boy?”

“Good, Mistress Ari.”

Dominique instructed, “Okay, now lay on the bed.”

Once Vincent was lying on his back, she meticulously fastened his wrists to the bed with the restraints. After securing his ankles as well, she covered his eyes with a blindfold. She grabbed the riding crop from the table and knelt beside him. Dominique stroked his chest with the end of the crop lightly and followed up with rapid taps. She pressed the end of the crop against his nipple for several seconds, and then, without warning, she gave a lightning-quick thwack on his nipple. Vincent hissed. She moved the crop to the center part of his inner thigh, tapping lightly with the end of the crop. When she started striking in a steady rhythm on his balls, Vincent’s dick bounced like it was on hydraulics. She lightly tapped his dick and alternated between his thighs, working her way back up to his chest and across his shoulders. He began squirming more under the crop, which meant his endorphins were going. She threw the crop to the side.

Dominique straddled his body in the position of 69, pushing her ass up to his face. His beard scrubbed against her clit, and the friction caused tingling to hit every nerve ending. She sat up, clapping her ass cheeks in his face. Not wanting to repeat the incident in his office, she was careful not to smother him for long. However, Dominique’s face sitting went out the window when his tongue swirled around her clit and delved inside her walls. She gyrated on the length of Vincent’s wet serpentine tongue. It felt like his tongue curled around her swollen nub and zeroed in on the point to cause her pipes to burst. Dominique’s stomach contracted, and an overwhelming flow of heat flooded her entire body. A torrent of liquid sprayed between them as she released what must have been a significant amount. He let go of her clit and focused on slurping up her juices.

“Oooh, that’s it. Be a nasty boy for me. Swallow all of this pussy.” Dominique hissed, rubbing her pussy and ass back and forth across his face.

With a swift and fluid movement, Dominique switched positions, with her now straddling Vincent’s chest and hovering over his face. She captured his lips in a fiery kiss. The tangy taste of her pussy lingered on their tongues, a mix of sweat and reckless abandon that only fueled their passion further. Dominique slowly retreated from his mouth and sat up straight. Pulling her knees to a squatting position, she raised up and reached for his erection. She aligned her pussy with his bulbous head and slid down on the full length of his pole. Vincent grunted. Using his stomach to keep herself balanced, Dominique squatted up and down on him in a smooth rhythm.

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