Cuckold Dominion

"Stay on the bed," she commanded, her voice low and commanding. He didn't hesitate, crossing the room in four long strides and climbing onto the mattress. Simone watched him strip off his shirt, the tension in his shoulders easing as he surrendered control. She loved knowing that even with his mind, he was completely hers right now.

She went to the door, locked it, and turned back to him. His mouth was open in barely suppressed arousal, his eyes locked on hers. She walked over to the nightstand, picked up the remote for the overhead fan, and flicked it off. The room went deathly quiet.

Simone knelt on the bed beside him, running her fingers through his hair. He was breathing hard, his skin flushed with heat and arousal. She loved every inch of him—his sharp mind, his strong body, his complete surrender to her. She kissed him deeply, tasting salt on his lips, feeling his hands clutch at her waist.

She pulled away, standing up straight. "I'm going to give you a few minutes to come back to yourself. When the door clicks, that's your cue to leave."

She locked the door and went into the bathroom, locking that one too. She looked at herself in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair. This was their little game, and she loved every moment of it. She picked up her phone, dialed another number, and waited.

The bedroom was hot, the curtains drawn tight against the world. Nasir lay on the bed, naked under the red silk sheets, his body still trembling from the aftermath of their intimacy. The sound of the locked door clicking shut was pure electricity in the room. He knew what that meant—Simone was testing him.

He rolled onto his side, staring at the locked door. He loved her so damn much it hurt sometimes. Watching her play with other men was agony and ecstasy all at once. He knew she wanted to push his limits tonight, and he was ready for whatever she threw at him.

The door opened a crack, and a square of light slipped through the crack. Nasir's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't see who was on the other side, but he knew it was Simone. He took a deep breath, waiting for the click that would mean he had to leave.

She stepped into the room carrying a crystal decanter and two glasses of cognac. She locked the door behind her and walked over to the bed, pouring two fingers of cognac into each glass. She handed one to Nasir, who took it without looking at her.