Page 33 of Reckless Desire

“Such a naughty boy, making me … fuck you … like this,” she said, pinching his nipples.

Vincent growled, “But I’m only naughty for you, Mistress Ari.”

That sent Dominique into overdrive. She bounced on Vincent’s dick like she was on a trampoline. She couldn’t get enough. More of her juices flowed, making squelching noises between them. Her ass slapped against his thighs as she bucked. All Dominique could focus on was her release and his. She could see the white of Vincent’s knuckles from gripping the restraints tight. Suddenly, his body tensed up, and he shuddered with pleasure, letting out a primal sound of satisfaction. Dominique could feel his erection pulsing inside her.

She removed the blindfold from his eyes. Dominique rested her head on his shoulder. For a few minutes, they lay quietly panting in the aftermath. When their breathing was under control, Dominique got up and removed the restraints from his wrists and ankles. She slid off the side of the bed and headed for the bar.

“Gatorade or water?”

Vincent shifted to the sitting position and cleared his throat, “Definitely Gatorade.”

While getting their drinks, Dominique also grabbed the box of goodies needed for their aftercare. She returned to the bed, climbing in next to him. Vincent adjusted his position so she could snuggle under him. She unscrewed the top and handed him the bottle. He took a few sips from of the sports drink to replenish his fluids. They sat quietly for a while until Dominique excused herself. She decided to draw a bath for him. Despite achieving a much-needed release, he still felt tense. The spa-inspired bathroom was a must-have in this space, and tonight, her partner needed some aftercare that included a relaxing soak in the tub. Dominique added Lavender, Chamomile, Sandalwood, Clary sage, and Ylang ylang essential oils to the bath to help alleviate his stress and tension. She lit several candles around the deep acrylic bathtub and queued Jhené Aiko’sP*$$Y Fairy (OTW)to play.

“Come, baby boy,” Dominique picked up his bottle of Gatorade and ushered him into the bathroom.

“Wow, this is a nice setup, Mistress Ari,” Vincent praised, glancing around the modest-sized space.

“Thank you. Now, let’s get you in here.”

The water was the perfect temperature for him, thankfully. She knew all too well how sensitive men and their balls were to the heat of water. Vincent didn’t complain. He relaxed against her for a little while until she saw the deep creases in his forehead appear.

Dominique’s voice had a tinge of frustration when she rubbed his shoulders, “The point of this was to ensure you relax fully.”

“Thank you, Mistress, Ari. But I’m sorry. My Queen and family have been threatened, so I won’t and can’t relax until I handle that situation. And make no mistakes; it will be dealt with expeditiously.”

Dominique’s heart thumped wildly in her chest as she understood the depth of Vincent’s unwavering dedication to her. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks at that moment, igniting an overwhelming surge of emotions. She knew that they were meant to be together, but now they were being tested on how far they would go for each other. He would do anything to protect her. She held onto him tightly, feeling a sense of comfort and security in their bond.

“I’m here, My King. Just as you will me, I, too, will protect you.”

Chess is ruthless: you’ve got to be prepared to kill people.

~Nigel Short

Chapter 13

“Alright, we need to make sure that Dominique is completely disconnected from Xander’s businesses. We strip him of everything he holds dear, leaving him powerless.” Vincent stood at the front of the room, his hands resting on a glass conference table with a chessboard design etched into its surface.

“Vince, we need a solid strategy to expose him,” MJ stated as he leaned against the doorframe. “This guy, Xander, isn’t the type to go down without a fight. He’s going to call in his people.”

“Neither am I,” Vincent replied, voice low and steely. He looked at his friend, determination burning like a fire within him. “And you act like I haven’t called in my people, too. That’s what you and Nigel are here for, right?”

The moment MJ nodded, a tall, older man with graying, wavy hair appeared in the doorway next to him. Like always, Nigel Lowe moved stealthily. Although he was initially a family friend of the Wynters, over the years, Nigel also grew close to the Moretti clan. Nigel was a highly skilled and experienced protector who served as a devoted guardian and safeguarded both families when danger arose. He’d undergone military training and worked diligently to identify and eliminate any possible threats, both internal and external. Vincent called him in, knowing there was a possibility Xander’s connections ran deeper and longer than he could see.

“Good evening, Vincent. How are you, lad?”

“I’ve seen better days, Nigel. Now that you’re here, we can get started.”

MJ and Nigel joined Vincent at the table. Vincent spoke once both were seated. “First, we need to dig deeper into his assets. The club, the properties—anything Dominique might be tied to. Since he wants to use her as collateral damage, we can’t risk her being caught in the middle of anything.”

MJ leaned forward in his chair, his shrewd gaze meeting Vincent’s. “We need to hit him where it hurts most–his empire. We’ll dismantle it piece by piece. He’ll be left with no choice but to comply with your demands.”

“Agreed,” Nigel chimed in, his Scottish accent adding an air of sophistication to the tense atmosphere. “But we’ll need solid proof that he has nothing on you anymore. Something that will stick.”

“Leave that part to me. I have a trusted source who’s been working on that. In the meantime, we need to make sure we cover all our bases. I want this plan to be flawless.”

“Of course. You know you can count on us, Vince.”

“Good,” he replied, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get to work.”

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