Intimate Kiss (Bend To My Will #3) (5 page)

The longer Jacob stroked, the more intense the sensations became. Without being able to move or make a sound, Vivienne had to absorb the pleasure, which soon edged toward pain. She wished Jacob would finger her, or cup her sex.

Vivienne longed to come, and needed pressure in just the right places. She wished she could groan in agony, but held back. Jacob changed the rhythm, stroking faster or slower, so Vivienne couldn’t get into a pattern. Thus, the stimulation was unpredictable; each sensation more intense than the last.

Just as Jacob intended, Vivienne was painfully aroused. She wanted to cry out, to beg Jacob to release her. In an effort to control herself, she clenched her hands around the ribbon restraining her wrists. The feathers wafted along her inner thighs, then teased over her slit.

“Vivienne.” The soft tone of his voice was soothing to her overwrought nerves. “I want to know if you are okay,” Jacob said. “You may answer.”

“Y…yes, sir.”

“Very good, baby. You are doing so well.”

Jacob’s praise made her swell with pride.

“I’m going to touch you with my fingers,” Jacob said. “It will feel cold.”

The next thing Vivienne felt was a cold substance over her clit. She prayed Jacob would press his fingertips to her most needy spot, but he did not. Instead the cold lathered over her clit, creating a slow burn. Her clit tingled from the warmth, as once the wetness soaked in, it made her throb. Without touching her, Jacob tormented her.

With her legs spread, unable to move, Vivienne endured the sensual burn. It was as though her clit was vibrating, the sensation teasing her but without giving satisfaction. She tensed her muscles, fighting to keep still.

“You can speak now, Vivienne. I want you to tell me how it feels,” Jacob said.

Her words spilled out: “Oh, my God…sir. It’s driving me crazy. It’s as if I could come at any second. Only I can’t. I am balanced at a precarious point, the pleasure more like pain.”

Jacob put his palm on her belly. “Your pleasure is mine, baby. And your pain.” He rubbed over her vulva, using light pressure. “You understand that now, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped.

“You are going to come now, baby…because I allow it,” Jacob said. “I warn you it will be more intense than you’ve experienced before. You have my permission to come as hard as you like, and to scream out if you need to.”

The burning sensation on her clit had made it hard as a rock. Vivienne wondered if that alone would make her come. The burn increased steadily, and her sex throbbed. Her body was on fire from the teasing feathers, and her nipples hurt.

Jacob increased the pressure of his palm on her vulva, making slow circles. Vivienne whimpered. “You can move now, baby. And you may look at me.”

Vivienne arched her back, and she looked into Jacob’s eyes. “Please…”

With more pressure on her vulva, Jacob fingered her clit. The instant Vivienne sensed the touch, she almost passed out. She needed it so badly, the craving so all-consuming that she nearly came unglued in that second.

Jacob fingered her clit with just the right pressure, still rubbing over her vulva. “Let go, baby,” he said. “Relax.”

Vivienne shuddered, as a bolt of sensation shot through her. She screamed and her body went rigid. A powerful climax swept her up, and heavy waves undulated in her core. She was vaguely aware of Jacob softly flicking his fingertip over her clit.

When Vivienne collapsed. Jacob removed the blindfold and untied the ribbons, then scooped her into his arms. He sat on the satin chair, cradling her. Vivienne’s heart raced, her breathing heavy, but she felt magnificent.

Her desire had reached a new high. Despite Vivienne’s potent climax, raw need gripped her. When Jacob touched her cheek, Vivienne looked up at him. His cock was hot and hard, so she chanced wrapping her fist around it.

“I want you. Now,” Jacob said, and carried her over to a tall chair. It was padded but had a high back. Jacob guided her to reach overhead and hold on to the top edge of the chair. Then he spread her legs wide. “I want to look at your sweet pussy.”

Vivienne glanced down; her pussy was pink and swollen. She was overcome with longing for Jacob to be inside her, and she got her wish. Jacob cupped her breasts, squeezing softly. “So beautiful,” he said.

Then he put his palms on her knees, holding her wide. The chair was the right height so that, standing before her, Jacob could plunge into her. He edged his swollen purple knob to her sex and dipped inside. “Aaah,” he moaned.

Vivienne was so wet, she accepted Jacob easily, loving how he filled her. He rocked his hips, stroking her. As if crazed, he moved faster and faster, churning into her. Vivienne panted and moaned, shoving toward him in rhythm.

Jacob fucked her hard, and Vivienne held on to the chair. Panting loudly, he slapped against her, making an exquisitely erotic sound. Sweating with the effort, Jacob pounded into her, but Vivienne’s craving was insatiable.

Together they fucked, spiraling into orgasm as one. Jacob yelled, drowning out Vivienne’s scream as she exploded with release. He spurted inside her, his cock violently pulsing, and he filled her with his cum. Vivienne wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, her breathing ragged.

When he could move, Jacob carried her to the bed behind the tall screen, and rested Vivienne against the pillows. He handed her a towel and she dried off. Then he slid onto the bed and held her tight. The strength and warmth of his embrace told Vivienne that she had pleased him. And that made her very happy.

Chapter 5

Jacob wrapped his arms tighter around Vivienne’s waist and buried his nose in her hair, the scent of perfume filling his nostrils. Still a little high from sex play, he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. Jacob was moved by Vivienne’s response to him. As his submissive, she had so much potential, and he had confidence it would be good between them.

For a while, Jacob was content with Vivienne nestled against him. It was late in the day, but he hugged her one last time before getting up. “We need to eat,” he said, admiring the flush in Vivienne’s cheeks. “You’ll need your strength.”

Reluctantly, Vivienne retired to her room to shower and dress for dinner, while Jacob did the same. It would have been so easy to take her with him, but it wasn’t advisable. Joining him in his suite wasn’t a habit Vivienne should get used to. She needed to learn what was allowable, and certain privileges were excluded.

Too much intimacy wasn’t advantageous. A submissive had to obey, to serve when asked, but not expect more. It wasn’t Vivienne’s place to demand more, something she would have to learn. By the look in her eyes before she went to her room, Jacob knew she hadn’t accepted that yet.

Jacob was dressed and downstairs first, so asked the cook to bring out the lightly oaked Chardonnay he had planned with the meal. He thought it would go well with the chicken. It wasn’t long before Vivienne appeared, and once again, she took his breath away.

It seemed Vivienne had taken
dressing for dinner
seriously. She wore a crimson brocade short-sleeved dress that hugged her luscious body as if painted on. The hem hit far enough above the knee to give Jacob a view of her long, shapely legs. The fact that she wore little or no makeup was sexier than if she had. Her blond waves flowed to her shoulders, and the only adornment she wore was a tiny pearl necklace. As she walked over to him, Vivienne’s ivory-colored high heels clicked on the polished floor.

“You really know how to dress up,” Jacob said.

Vivienne feigned innocence. “You like it?”

Since her question required no answer, Jacob just continued to stare until Vivienne blushed. “I’ve opened some wine for us,” he said.

“Sounds fine. I could use some.” Vivienne sat in a chair by the window, the fading sunlight casting a glow over her. Her blond hair shimmered and her emerald eyes sparkled, giving her an angelic look, much in contrast to the vixen Jacob knew.

After pouring the white wine, Jacob sat across from her. “How are you, baby?”

Vivienne sipped her wine before answering. “I’m very well.” She looked into his eyes. “I don’t think you need to ask.”

The way Vivienne looked at him said it all. The knowledge that he was the cause of her satisfied expression boosted Jacob’s ego. Their session together had gone well, and he was pleased. It would be natural for her to expect to share his bed that night, but it was necessary to stick to the rules.

In the playroom, Vivienne reacted strongly, with much emotion. In that setting, such feelings were appropriate, but not elsewhere. Jacob had to be cautious, and not take a chance on confusing her about his affections. He was responsible for her, which included her feelings as much as her physical pleasure.

While they drank, Vivienne was fairly quiet, only speaking if he asked a question. She appeared relaxed, and Jacob liked that. When dinner was served, they moved to the table. The first course was a sweet, velvety soup with shaved white asparagus. The main course was a roasted chicken with black truffle stuffing under the skin.

It was good to see Vivienne enjoy her food. Jacob had requested the elegant meal with her in mind. That he’d chosen well was obvious, as Vivienne slipped one bite after the other into her mouth. But Jacob forgot about the excellent cuisine, focused only on how her lips closed over the fork, and how sensually she ate.

By the time the plates were cleared, Jacob was hard for her. Since the weekend was his time, there was no reason for restraint. “Go to the playroom and undress, Vivienne,” he said. “Kneel as I showed you, and wait for me.”

Vivienne’s wide eyes were the only sign of her surprise. To her credit, there was little hesitation. She stood and went to the stairs, complying with his order. Jacob put his hand over the bulge in his pants and squeezed, needing relief.

After giving Vivienne enough time to get into position, Jacob followed her to the playroom. In the cloak of semidarkness, she knelt on the rug, naked except for the high heels. It was a nice touch. With her hands resting on her thighs, Vivienne waited, her eyes focused on the floor.

The sight made Jacob’s cock lurch. This was one time he didn’t intend to delay. He wanted satisfaction, and he would have it. Vivienne was there to serve him. Quickly, he stripped off his clothes and stood over her.

“You will not rise,” Jacob said. “Keep your eyes averted.” There was no response, which was a good sign. Vivienne had remembered not to speak unless he asked a question.

Jacob ran his fingertips over her silky hair. “You will suck me off, Vivienne. Now.” He pulled his hands back. “This is for my pleasure, not yours. You may move, and do not have to be silent. But keep your eyes down.”

On command, Vivienne reached up and cupped his balls. When she softly squeezed, Jacob moaned. Knowing how he liked it, she brushed over his erection with her fingers, using feathery touches. Then she swirled her tongue under the rim of his knob.

Before Jacob ordered her to, Vivienne shoved the plum-shaped knob into her mouth and sucked. He groaned, and put his palm on the back of her head, assisting her. Pressing her lips to him, Vivienne lowered over his cock and sucked just right.

With one hand on his balls, Vivienne fisted him with the other, while she sucked. The sensation was intense, and Jacob wasn’t in a mood for delayed gratification. He shoved his hips toward her, encouraging Vivienne to work her magic.

Panting and growling deep in his throat, Jacob gave in to the pleasure. The way Vivienne moved over him, first fast then slower, drove him crazy. She sucked gently, then harder, pushing him to the edge. “Give me what I need, Vivienne,” he said.

Vivienne worked him relentlessly, but it didn’t take long. Looking down, Jacob watched her, naked and servicing him, which turned him on even more. Then she ran one finger over the tender spot behind his balls and sucked with fervor.

The stimulation was too much, and the first spike of orgasm pierced him. Jacob groaned loudly, and came hard, with Vivienne drinking his cum. It was so fucking erotic. When he relaxed, coming down from his release, Jacob guided Vivienne to stand up.

“You may look at me now.” The way Vivienne’s green eyes glistened revealed her arousal. Her nipples were hard, and Jacob had no doubt she was wet. “You would like me to touch you, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

The sight of Vivienne in need aroused Jacob anew, but he ignored it. “I’m not going to touch you, not tonight.”

A look of agony clouded her expression.

“I own your orgasms when you are here. That means it’s my prerogative to deny them,” Jacob said. “I am doing so now.”

The questioning look in her eyes prompted Jacob to continue. “It’s part of submitting, Vivienne. You shouldn’t assume that you are owed pleasure. It is up to me. I am in control.”

Her beautiful eyes darkened.

“You will go to your room for the night,” Jacob said. “You will not touch yourself, or pleasure yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

The tone of her voice wrenched his heart, but Jacob did not back down. “Go now. And do not disobey. The punishment for such an offense will be severe.”

Jacob watched her walk toward the door. Her high heels clicked on the floor with each step, and her firm ass was delectable. Yet her shoulders slumped, just a little, a sign of her disappointment.

Vivienne grabbed a robe from the hook on the wall and put it on before leaving. Jacob wanted to go after her, but abstained. The only way she would learn is if he was strong. When the door shut, Jacob sat on the bed, rubbing his palm over the sheets where he had held Vivienne not long before.

*****

The next morning, Jacob found Vivienne in the breakfast nook, sipping coffee. She was beautiful, although looked a bit ragged. He didn’t need to ask why she appeared pale and tired, knowing she’d slept fitfully, if at all. Jacob hadn’t slept much better, as, much to his frustration, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind.

Jacob poured a cup of coffee and sat across from her. “Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning.” There was no sign of annoyance in Vivienne’s eyes, just quiet agony.

The question needed to be asked, even though Jacob knew the answer. “Did you obey me?”

Vivienne only nodded, not obligated to voice her reply, since those rules only applied in the playroom.

“I want to hear how you felt.” For some reason, her sweet suffering was a source of pleasure for Jacob. It was another way Vivienne submitted to him.

“I went to bed alone, Jacob.” Her voice was soft. “I was naked under the covers, thinking of you. My nipples were hard, rubbing against the sheets, and I ached for the touch you wouldn’t give.” She paused. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“What did you think about?”

Vivienne’s eyes filled with emotion. “I thought of you, and how it feels when you hold me. I imagined you sneaking into my room, in the dark, and touching me, just how I like it.” She took a breath. “I envisioned that you suffered as much as I, and couldn’t resist coming to me, especially knowing my need.”

“Are you wet now, Vivienne?”

“Yes. I seem to always be wet for you.”

Jacob reached across the table and took her hand. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

Vivienne’s expression filled with desire. “I want you, Jacob. I want you to hold me and touch me.”

“And what do you want right now?”

Vivienne looked into his eyes. “I want to feel your lips on me, and your fingers touching me like you do so well.”

“Come here, baby.”

When she stood up, Jacob pulled her to him, and their gazes locked. “Pull down your pants, baby, and lean back against the table.” Seeing her hesitation, he added, “We are alone. The cook is off for the rest of the day.”

Vivienne teased him, unbuttoning her pants slowly and lowering them while watching Jacob. Her top hugged her breasts, clinging to her waist. Her pants were down to her knees, exposing her lovely pussy.

“Sit here, and grip the edge of the table.”

When Vivienne complied, Jacob sat in front of her, noticing how her nipples poked against the fabric covering them. “You are so sexy, baby,” he said, and kissed her bare skin. He ran his fingertips over her wet slit, making her shudder. Then he spread her outer lips and kissed her most sensitive spot.

Jacob knew she had balanced on the precipice all night, so it wouldn’t take much for her to orgasm. That excited him. He kissed and licked her pussy, while Vivienne made sexy sounds in the back of her throat. “You taste so sweet.”

The scent of Vivienne’s sex was heady. Jacob lapped at her sweet cream and swirled his tongue around her clit, until she shuddered. “It’s okay to come now, baby,” he said.

With his mouth on her sex, Vivienne came apart. She trembled, then cried out as the climax took her. Jacob put pressure on her clit until he felt her relax. Then he pulled her from the table and cradled her in his lap, overcome with unexpected emotion.

Vivienne nuzzled her head against his shoulder, with her arms around his neck. Her voice was no more than a whisper. “Jacob…that was so good.” Her words stirred new emotions, for which Jacob was wholly unprepared. But he couldn’t allow himself to think about it right then.