Page 6 of Reckless Desire

“Boss, may I have a drink?” CoCo asked, her voice barely audible above the thumping music.

“Yes, of course,” he replied, signaling the bartender with a nod.

The bartender delivered their drinks, and they both sipped in companionable silence. He observed the area, looking for similarities to his home club as MJ had described. At the other end of the bar sat a well-dressed, tall man with dark brown hair. Vincent noticed how differently the staff acted around him than the rest of the customers. When the bartender gave him a drink without taking an order, Vincent knew he must be the owner—Elijah Mason—just as MJ had described. He made eye contact with the man who raised his glass in greeting. Doing the same, Vincent took a big gulp of McCallan before setting it down again.

Vincent then wondered what possible surprises the upper floor might bring as he waited for CoCo to finish her drink. Eventually, they made their way to the bank of elevators that were located on the left side of the lounge area. He steered CoCo inside the lift and hit the button for the second level. As they moved deeper into the club, he could feel the weight of every gaze upon them—some envious, others curious, but all engrossed.

“Attention everyone!” A booming voice echoed throughout the area, momentarily silencing the chatter and bringing the frenetic energy to a standstill. The stage lights flashed, and the opening hook toBad Intentionsbegan playing. All heads turned whenshestrutted into the room, commanding attention with every step she took.

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on Vincent for a moment before moving on. Behind her came a man with his whole head hidden beneath a leather mask, wearing an elaborate birdcage-like chastity contraption on his dick. A collar was affixed around his neck, and he was tethered to the woman by means of a leash. They made their way toward the elevated dais. Vincent found himself entranced by the charming and alluring woman who commanded the attention of everyone in the room. He felt a spark of curiosity and admiration ignite within him. The crowd parted, forming a circle around them as the woman took center stage.

“Damn,” Vincent muttered quietly, unable to look away. Wearing a bunny mask, her body was adorned in a tight, black leather corset outfit that perfectly accentuated her curvy figure and ample bosom, sending a surge of electricity through his veins and stirring the one-eyed monster from its sleep. She was an embodiment of both power and sensuality.

“Boss?” CoCo’s voice was low, her hand tugging on the leash. “Are we going to stay and watch?”

“Of course we are, Doll,” he replied quickly. “But don’t get any ideas. You will never do this to me.” His eyes were drawn back to the Domme on stage. However, the idea of her in control over someone else had a strong grasp on his thoughts, an enticement that was difficult to ignore. He wanted, no needed, to see more. Vincent then guided CoCo to the front with a few of the other guests to take a seat.

“Welcome to tonight’s performance. Sit back and enjoy.” The Domme announced, her voice sounding sultry and oozing with confidence.

With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the leash taut, forcing the man to his knees. A collective gasp rippled through the audience, followed by murmurs of appreciation and lust.

“Mistress Ari,” the man whimpered, his voice trembling with desire and fear. “I’m yours to command.”

“Good boy,” she purred, her fingers gently stroking the man’s cheek before she slapped him hard, eliciting a sharp cry from his lips.

What the fuck?Vincent felt a flood of emotions rush through his body as the sound echoed in his ears, sending tingles down his spine. He had never experienced such an intense feeling before. He could never be in that man’s shoes. Or could he? Vincent clenched his fists at his sides, fighting the undeniable pull the Dominatrix suddenly had on him.

She circled her slave like a lioness stalking her prey. Her thick hips swayed seductively with each step. Vincent’s pulse quickened. He’d never seen a display of such sensual power and control. With another flick of her wrist, she released the leash. It slipped to the floor with a soft thud. She grabbed a fistful of the man’s hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. He gasped but did not resist.

“You’re my lil’ bitch.” she purred. Gripping the steel cage that held his semi-erect shaft, her voice was a dangerous caress. “Your orgasms belong to me. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Mistress Ari.” The man shuddered in response.

She trailed a single finger down his neck and along his collarbone. Goosebumps rose in its wake. The woman made her way to the table, where several objects for play lay. She selected a blindfold and moved behind the man, her demeanor both authoritative and deliberate.

Vincent shifted in his seat, arousal, and intrigue warring within him. He was transfixed by the performance before him, mesmerized by her graceful movements and air of authority. The tips of her fingers danced along the man’s bare chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle. Her brown digits and red nails contrasted starkly with his pale skin. She circled one nipple, then pinched it hard. The man cried out, back arching. In response, she smiled, dangerous and beautiful.

The Domme went back to the table. Her fingers lingered over the clothespins, a wicked smile playing on her lips when she picked them up. She took up a stance behind the unsuspecting man. Her submissive shuddered in anticipation, blindfolded on the stage before her. She leaned in close, murmuring something only he could hear.

“Y-yes, Mistress Ari,” he replied breathlessly, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

“Good,” she purred, placing the first clothespin on his exposed nipple.

The audience collectively inhaled in amazement. She continued her work without missing a beat, unbothered by the reactions, delicately placing more clothespins on her submissive’s skin. Every so often, she would pause to make sure he was still able to bear the pain. What seemed like pleasure aroused Vincent’s suspicions. When he spotted her looking at him, she smirked flirtatiously and alluringly. This sent a surge of pleasure through his entire body, causing him to sit up straight from anticipation.

Bringing her attention back to the submissive, she slowly started to remove the clothespins one by one, prompting groans and sighs from him. She then instructed him to bend over the bed located in the middle of the dais. The Domme picked up two floggers, the tails trailing over his sensitive skin. His whole body trembled with anticipation, and she didn’t disappoint. With a flick of her wrist, the floggers came down hard against his backside, eliciting a moan that echoed through the club. She delivered several cyclic, fluid strokes to his bare bottom in a rhythmic pattern. After she was done, she stepped around to face him and delivered another powerful slap to his face. The audience held their breath in surprise.

“Did I say you could get hard?” she growled, her voice dripping with authority.

The man bowed his head. “No, Mistress Ari. S-sorry, Mistress Ari.”

She grabbed the man’s chin, forcing him to meet her intense gaze. “You’re such a dirty little boy.”

“Thank you, Mistress Ari.” he rasped.

She slapped him across the other cheek. “Do you want me to step on that little dick?”

“Oh god, yes, Mistress Ari! Yes!”

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