Chapter 1: Beginning
If anything, he intrigued me.
"Vincent," I purred, not bothering with pleasantries. "I've heard so much about you."
He leaned back in his leather armchair, his gaze roaming over me with an intensit
Vincent's eyes flashed, and he caught my wrist, his grip firm. "And what do you want, Kyndal?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. "I want to know if the rumors are true.
If you're as dominant in the bedroom as you are in your club." I whispered, my breath hot on his skin. I could feel his pulse quickening under my touch, his body responding to my challenge.
Vincent's grip on my wrist tightened, not painfully, but enough to make me aware of his strength. He leaned back, his eyes boring into mine. "You're playing with fire, Kyndal. And I'm not a man who likes to be toyed with."
I smirked, stepping back and breaking his hold. "Who said anything about toying? I'm talking about a real game.
One where we both walk away satisfied, knowing we've been fucked by the best.
Vincent's eyes narrowed, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You're a confident one, aren't you?"
I shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "I call it like I see it."
He stood up, towering over me. "Alright, Kyndal. Let's see if you can handle it."
My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my expression cool. "I can handle anything you throw at me, Vincent."
He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards a private room upstairs.
The music from the club pulsed through the walls, but it was muffled, distant. This was his domain, his lair. I could feel the power radiating off him, and it made my pussy clench with anticipation.
Vincent slammed the door shut behind us, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. I could see a grand four-poster bed, velvet drapes pulled back, inviting. But my eyes were drawn to Vincent, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of a nearby lamp.
He stalked towards me, his movements predatory.
I stood my ground, my heart hammering in my chest. This was what I wanted, what I'd been teasing him with all night. I wasn't going to back down now.
Vincent reached me, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed.
"Look at me," he growled, tilting my chin up with his fingers. "I want to see your eyes when I fuck you."
I opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze.
His pupils were dilated, hunger etched in every line of his face. He wanted me, but he was holding back, testing me. I wasn't having that. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. Our lips collided, teeth clashing, tongues dueling. It was a battle, a fight for dominance, and I wasn't going to lose.
Vincent groaned, his hands gripping my ass, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against him. I could feel his cock, hard and thick, straining against his pants.
I moaned into his mouth, my hips moving instinctively, seeking friction. Vincent spun us around, pushing me up against the wall, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies. He pinned me there, his hands holding my wrists above my head, his hips grinding into mine.
"That's it, Vincent," I panted, my head falling back against the wall. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He growled, his lips moving to my neck, biting and sucking. Marks would be left, bruises that would remind me of this moment, of his possession.
And I fucking loved it. I loved the roughness, the lack of control. It was primal, raw, and utterly consuming.
Vincent's hands moved to my dress, tearing it open with a fierce urgency. Buttons popped off, scattering across the floor like tiny, defeated soldiers. He growled at the sight of my black lace bra and thong, his eyes gleaming with desire.
"Fuck, Kyndal," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "You're trying to kill me."
I smirked, loving the power I held over him. "Not yet, Vincent.
But I promise, it'll be worth the wait," I teased, my voice a low purr. I could feel his cock twitching against me, eager and ready. I wiggled out of his grasp, sliding down the wall until I was on my knees in front of him. I looked up, our eyes locking as I reached for his belt.
Vincent's breath hitched as I slowly unbuckled it, my fingers brushing against his hard length. I could see the outline of his cock, straining against his pants, begging for release.
I licked my lips, my eyes never leaving his as I slowly unzipped him, revealing the black boxers that did little to hide his erection. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, pulling them down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
"Fuck, Kyndal," Vincent groaned, his hands fisting my hair as I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste him. He was salty and sweet, a heady combination that made my pussy ache with need.
I took him in my mouth, my lips stretching around his thickness, my tongue swirling around his length. Vincent's grip on my hair tightened, his hips bucking forward, fucking my mouth with a ferocity that took my breath away.
"Shit, Kyndal," he groaned, his voice ragged. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
I hummed in response, taking him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate him. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, but I didn't relent. I wanted to take all of him, to make him come undone.
I wanted to see the powerful Vincent beg for release, to shatter his control. I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing out, my hand stroking the length I couldn't fit in my mouth. Vincent's grip on my hair became almost painful, his hips moving in time with my mouth, fucking it with abandon.
"Fuck, Kyndal," he groaned, his voice echoing in the room. "You're going to make me come."
I popped off him, my lips swollen and wet. "Not yet, Vincent," I said, my voice husky.
I stood up, pushing him back onto the bed. He landed with a thud, his eyes never leaving mine. I crawled onto the bed, straddling him, my pussy throbbing with need. I could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my core, separated only by the thin lace of my thong.
Vincent reached up, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples. They hardened instantly, pushing against the lace of my bra. I moaned, my head falling back, my hair cascading down my shoulders.
Vincent took advantage, sitting up and capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting through the lace. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that made my pussy clench with need.
"Fuck, Vincent," I gasped, my hands gripping his hair, holding him to me. "That feels so good."
He growled, his hands moving to my back, unhooking my bra with expert ease. The lace fell away, my breasts spilling out, naked and vulnerable.
Vincent's eyes darkened, his hands moving to cup them, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. I moaned, my hips grinding against him, seeking friction.
"Fuck, Kyndal," Vincent growled, his voice laced with desire. "You're driving me crazy."
I smirked, leaning back, my hands moving to my thighs, slowly inching up my dress. Vincent's eyes followed my movement, his breath hitching as I revealed more of my skin, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my thong.