Page 16 of Reckless Desire

He made a dash for the master bedroom, freshened up, dressed in a gray sweatsuit, and was out the door heading to her house in less than ten minutes. After a short drive, he navigated his way through the winding roads of a neighborhood that brought him to the entrance of an impressive luxury home with an innovative architectural style. He pulled the SUV into the circular driveway. Not wanting to waste another second, he quickly shut off the engine, hopped out, and made his way up the short pathway to her front door. He reached out to ring the bell, but the door swung open before his finger could make contact. Vincent’s eyes widened, and his throat constricted at the sight of Dominique standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a two-piece bondage, Dominatrix lingerie set. The unique accessory was a leather harness bra with eight rivets and layers of chains barely covering her breasts. Perched atop her head sat bunny ears as if they’d been glued there.

Dominique stepped to the side, allowing him to enter. He walked into the glamorous foyer, gaping at the gleaming marble floor and taking in the works of art adorning the walls. He regarded a couple of them, marveling at their abstract details. As soon as he heard the sound of Dominique locking the door, he quickly whirled around. She started moving seductively toward him.

Vincent cleared his throat. “Dominique, why are you dressed like … wait, umm, are we going to? Shouldn’t we discuss—”

She cut him off before he could finish his sentence. Dominique’s eyes gleamed as she raised the riding crop in her left hand. Its leather loop flapper slapped against her palm with a sharp thwack. A wicked sneer curved at the corners of her mouth, then she ordered. “Assume the position, baby boy.”

Vincent accepted his instructions without protest, getting down on his hands and knees. His tall frame was now reduced to a crouched position of submission. He kept his eyes lowered and avoided looking up at Dominique, who stood above him with her riding crop in hand, tapping it against her leg. Then, the sound of her thigh-high stiletto boots got quieter and quieter as she walked away, but Vincent stayed put in the spot she’d left him. Though they weren’t actually in a Domme/sub relationship yet, he desperately wanted it. He knew the rules: until she told him otherwise, Vincent wouldn’t move until he got permission from her.

After a while, his knees began to ache. In his anticipation of what was going to happen, he’d lost track of time. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in that position, but it’d been more than thirty minutes. Or had it been an hour? Longer? Where was she? He would never make his bottom or sub wait this long. Or would he? Vincent didn’t know why Dominique would test him like this.

“What the fuck,” he grumbled, shifting his weight.

“What was that, baby boy?”

Vincent whipped his head to the left. He wasn’t sure where she was, but Dominique’s voice came from nearby. “Huh?”

“Can you repeat what you just said?”

He swallowed hard and shook his head. “I didn’t say anything.”

Dominique’s voice was stern when she spoke. “Do not lie to me, Vincent. We will not start this off with you being dishonest. Now, what did you say?”

He answered, but his words came out muffled and unclear.

“Pardon? Could you speak louder? I didn’t hear that.”

Vincent coughed slightly before repeating himself in a more assertive voice, “I said what the fuck.”

“That will be Mistress Ari.”

His head shot up as he heard her heels tapping closer to him. The sweet and musky floral scent of jasmine surrounded Vincent when Dominique stepped right in front of him. He was unable to hide his body’s involuntary reaction to her nearness and scent. His sweatpants grew taut against an obvious erection. In haste, he put a hand over it. His face reddened. Avoiding her gaze, he turned away, trying to ease the strain of his growing manhood.

“Hmph, no control, just like I thought. Of course, we should talk first. Come with me.”

Dominique spun on her heel and began to saunter away. Vincent attempted to stand, but his legs locked up.

“Hey, wait a minute,” he called out to her. “Umm, my legs … they uhh, fell asleep.”

Dominique paused midstride and turned around. There was a hint of amusement on her face when she returned to help get him to his feet. Once he was standing upright, she walked away without waiting. Instead of following, Vincent stood there stuck in a trance, hypnotized by the sway of her wide, thick hips going from left to right like the stick in a pendulum.

“Vincent!”

He snapped his head up. “Forgive me, Domin—I meant Mistress Ari.”

“Let’s go and keep your eyes up here.”

He didn’t know how she expected him to honor that. She had a figure that would make any man turn his head, and he was no exception to the rule. Her ass-to-waist ratio was the best he’d seen in a long time. She was perfection in his book. Vincent readjusted his package and fell into stride next to her. As they strolled down the hallway, he glanced around at the modern artwork and African statues that decorated it. When they arrived at the last door on the left, she gazed up at him and pushed it open. She stepped inside, indicating for him to follow her into a sizeable home office.

Dominique motioned for Vincent to take a seat at the glass-top executive desk while she moved to the other side and settled into her tufted wingback chair. The bookshelf behind her contained a couple of degrees, business books, and various contemporary decorations. Vincent glanced around the space, taking in the view of a seating area with a cream-colored leather sofa, accent chairs, a high-tech Peloton bike, and the large flat-screen TV on the wall. Her home office had an elegant design that matched her sophisticated style.

“You have a beautiful home, Dominique.” He complimented while lowering himself into the leather armchair.

“Thank you.”

The atmosphere between them descended into an uncomfortable quietness. Finally, Dominique stood up from her seat, breaking the awkward silence. “Are you thirsty? Could I get you something to drink?”

“Do you have a scotch?”

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