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Vivienne’s breathing was ragged, her back slightly arched up to him. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. Delving into her hot mouth, Jacob groaned, deep in his throat. Pulling back, he said, “We’re almost ready.”

From a rack, Jacob chose a blindfold. “You won’t be able to see, so you won’t know where the wax will land. That will add to the sensation.” He covered her eyes with the black satin blindfold, then kissed her again, longer this time.

The fire of desire scorched Jacob’s veins, and his cock ached for release, but he held off. The setup for the scene was nearly as erotic as the play itself. He lifted one of the candles and tested the hot wax on his forearm to make sure it wasn’t too hot. The higher he held it over Vivienne’s skin, the cooler the temperature would be when it made contact.

Anything above the shoulders was off-limits, as hot wax anywhere near the face was dangerous. He had ice and water close in case he needed either. The legs and stomach could generally take hotter temperatures, so he started there. One drop at a time, Jacob let the wax drip on Vivienne’s thigh. He knew she felt the shock of the heat even without her saying anything, and being the one to administer it was a thrill.

From the height he dripped it, the wax was just hot enough to create a momentary burn. Vivienne had faith that he wouldn’t harm her, while completely at his mercy, and the situation made Jacob’s cock rock hard. He varied the spot, so she couldn’t predict where the hot wax would hit.

Jacob took care not to layer the wax, as putting a new layer over a fresh patch of hot wax would hold in the heat, risking a burn to the skin. Although there was a nuance of this type of play that involved covering the sex in wax, it wasn’t appropriate for Vivienne’s introduction.

The wax dripped across her belly, but Jacob made sure it didn’t pool in the dip of her belly button, which would create a hot spot. If he did this right, Vivienne would feel a burst of brief pain, a sensation not really comparable to anything else. He enjoyed watching her reaction, and witnessing the pain he caused.

Vivienne was bound and helpless. In her vulnerable state, she quivered slightly, a sign that the sensations were intense. The skin would become more sensitive with each drop of wax, so gradually she would perceive more pain.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“Sometimes it feels hotter, and sometimes cooler,” Vivienne said. “Since I can’t predict when or where it will touch my skin, it’s a little scary.”

Jacob studied her skin, but it was not bright pink or red. He placed his hand on her stomach, noting it was warm but not hot. It was safe to continue. “Are you okay to go on?”

“Yes, sir.”

Vivienne’s willingness made him swell with pride. “You are so brave. I’m pleased.”

Jacob had worked over her arms, legs, and stomach, without allowing any wax to form puddles or drip down into sensitive areas. He lifted a soft-bristled paint brush from the side table and dipped it into the wax. After testing the temperature, he painted the wax over Vivienne’s vulva, and she shuddered.

Then he moved higher and painted the wax over the swell of her breasts. Vivienne whimpered, clearly not expecting that. “Are you okay?” Jacob said.

“Yes, sir.”

Jacob brushed the wax over her soft breasts, knowing the skin in that area was more sensitive. Vivienne bit at her lower lip, trying to deal with the pain.

“Is it too much?”

“No, sir. I’m fine.”

After dipping the brush in the wax, Jacob held it at the right height and let the hot wax drip onto one nipple. When the white wax covered her nipple, a little cry escaped from the back of Vivienne’s throat. It no doubt scared her, and created a sharp pain, as intended.

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes, sir…a bit.”

“Shall I go on?”

Vivienne nodded. “Yes, sir, please.”

Jacob sensed that she relished the pain, which was rewarding. He took a second to look at Vivienne stretched out on the table, bound in submission, enduring the pain he delivered, and his cock throbbed with need. She was
his
, and her submission gave him deep satisfaction. Administering pain likely equaled the thrill of receiving it.

Holding the paintbrush over Vivienne’s nipples, Jacob let it drip over one, then the other. Soon each nipple was covered in hot wax. She panted softly and her breasts moved with the effort, adding to the eroticism. Still quivering, Vivienne waited for the next drop.

Without warning, emotion swept through Jacob. He looked at Vivienne, his willing submissive, enduring pain…
for him
. The feelings that swirled through Jacob nearly knocked him off his feet. With blinding clarity, he perceived something new.

While dominating Vivienne to the point of putting her through pain, showing her it was safe to relinquish all control to him, the episode had backfired. In taking the power she willingly gave, and witnessing her ultimate submission, Jacob had opened to feelings he hadn’t previously known. For a moment, he couldn’t get a grip on himself.

His vision was blurry and his gut wrenched with overwhelming emotion. Being in the dominant position required Jacob to keep it together. Especially now, in such a vulnerable state, Vivienne depended on him. That perception engulfed him with a type of passion he didn’t recognize. He took a deep breath, then tossed the paintbrush aside.

Jacob cupped Vivienne’s sex and she squirmed under the pressure. With circular motions, he rubbed her vulva, pressing just hard enough for the sensation to radiate to her clit. “Jacob…” she gasped.

“I’ve given you pain, baby, and you’ve taken all of it. Now I want your pleasure.”

With a practiced touch, Jacob massaged her sex, dragging his fingers along her wet slit before dipping them inside. Then he swirled his thumb around her tight clit, and Vivienne came unglued. Still bound and blindfolded, she cried out as her body shuddered with the waves of her release. She looked so damn beautiful.

When she relaxed, Jacob unsnapped the cuffs to release her, then he removed the blindfold. Vivienne looked at him, appearing a little disoriented. With wax all over her and her eyes glistening, she was an impossibly erotic sight.

Vivienne looked at his swollen cock and cupped his balls. Then she did an amazing thing. Risking punishment, but somehow knowing he needed it, Vivienne flipped over onto her hands and knees. “Fuck me, Jacob…sir. I need you to fuck me.”

When she pushed back toward him, Jacob grabbed her by the waist and thrust into her. Vivienne’s hot pussy clenched around him like a vise, and she began rocking on her hands and knees. He stroked into her, ruthlessly, spinning out of control.

Vivienne put her head down on the pad so her butt was up higher, changing the angle. Jacob’s muscles tightened and molten heat flooded his loins, then he exploded inside her. He came so hard, his legs shook, and still he pounded against her.

Jacob hadn’t experienced anything quite like that before. The preamble of wax play, followed by fucking with wild abandon, left him weak. He scooped Vivienne off the table and dropped into a padded lounge with her on top of him. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes and held her tight.

When he caught his breath, Jacob looked into Vivienne’s eyes, and wondered how it had been for her. He had to know. “Was the wax play good for you, baby?”

Vivienne touched her fingertips to his lips. “It was one of the most delicious, sensuous…
exquisite
experiences I’ve ever had.” Her eyes gleamed, and the scent of sex wrapped around them like a drug. “You didn’t tell me it would be like this.” Then her eyes lit up. “You should have warned me.”

Jacob pulled her close and kissed her deeply. As hard as he tried, it was impossible to get enough of her. With each interlude, and the more he dominated, the more he seemed to lose control. Yet he had no idea why. And right then, he didn’t really care. Vivienne tasted too damn good.

 

 

Chapter 5

Vivienne was exhilarated over the sexual experience with Jacob. When she went home the next morning to get ready for work, she was walking on clouds. Despite the intensity of the scene, she hadn’t used her safe word, nor had the emotion overwhelmed her.

While she showered and dressed, Jacob filled her thoughts. She could still feel his deep kiss while she had been blindfolded. With her tied down and unable to see, his hot mouth had lit a fire under her skin. Since her eyes had been covered, her sense of touch had magnified, making the kiss more sensual.

Her pulse had quickened when Jacob had begun dripping the hot wax. Each drip had been needle sharp, a burn that then dissipated. Yet the more he had dripped, the more the pain seemed to escalate. Vivienne recalled being on the edge, with the bite of pain unrelenting. It had been almost too much, but bearable.

Vivienne had discovered that she liked the tinge of pain, which was more like sharp pleasure. But enduring it required skill. She’d learned to tolerate it, and had increased her pain threshold. Jacob had schooled her in how to take it in, let it flow through her, and not fight the sensation.

There was something about submitting to Jacob, allowing him to administer the delicious pain, which gave her a high. The swell of her heart over being in love combined with the lure of submission was potent. Plus, Jacob had been so proud of her.

She had no idea it could be like that. If only Vivienne had known what was possible, she would have reached for it sooner. But it had taken Jacob to show her the way. In the beginning, entering his forbidden lifestyle had been frightening, but tempting. Now that she had let his world fully engulf her, it was addictive.

That was another thing: Jacob seemed different too. He didn’t tell her what was going through his mind, or what emotions he wrestled with. But Vivienne knew him, and the way he talked to her, touched her, had unforeseen sensitivity. He surprised her, not only with his sexual talents, but with his heart.

Maybe he felt more than he said. Vivienne couldn’t be certain, and it was unwise to press the point. If the wall around his heart had cracked at all, it was prudent to allow him space to deal with it. Whatever had changed, she would find out soon enough.

Before she left for Vee’s, she grabbed her phone, tempted to call Jacob. But Vivienne resisted. She’d wait for him to make the next move, which was fine with her. Now that she’d said the words
I love you
, she didn’t have to hide her feelings. Nor was she overwhelmed by them, as evidenced by the hot playroom interlude. Jacob had to be as affected as she was, so it was best to let him acclimate without undue pressure.

*****

As soon as she arrived at the shop, Vivienne had a conference call with Alfred. She spoke to him more often now that Sensual Scents was open for business. The online nature of the venture allowed things to move fast. Orders required no more than a click of a button, and buyers expected an immediate response.

The plan was to add new scents as their customer base grew, but Alfred thought they had enough variety for a few months. A trip to Paris wouldn’t be needed until later in the year, at the earliest. Meanwhile, he coordinated with her about adding backup. Customer service was important, and he had a few suggestions on how to staff up.

When they’d gone over all the urgent business, Alfred shifted onto a more personal note. “Your party was really something,” he said. “I appreciated the invitation and want to let you know I had a great time.”

“That’s wonderful to hear.” Vivienne smiled. “You have Jacob to thank for that, as do I.”

“Yes, I texted to thank him. It’s good to know he cares so much about you, Vivie. It seems it’s working out between you.”

“I think it is,” Vivienne said. “I hope so, anyway. I can’t take anything for granted, though.” She paused. “How about you? We didn’t have a chance to talk at the party. Is there anyone new in your life?”

“There is no one steady. But I have started dating, so we’ll see.”

“That it good to hear, Alfred. You deserve someone special.” Vivienne really meant that, as he’d been so good to her. She hated to think of him alone.

“That’s kind of you, Vivie.”

When she hung up, Vivienne called her assistant into the office, for the meeting they had scheduled. Luke would come in from the warehouse, to attend to tasks in the front and take care of any customers. That would give them a chance to talk uninterrupted.

Michele entered the room and sat across from her. “All set. Luke has the front.”

“Great. I want you to know that you’ve been doing a great job.” Vivienne proceeded to highlight some of the things Michele had done that exceeded expectations. The loyalty had been noticed and appreciated. Then she detailed some of the inner workings of Vee’s Scents, as well as the burgeoning online sales from Sensual Scents.

“The bottom line is that I need you to take on some additional management tasks.” Vivienne smiled at her assistant. “I’m promoting you to general manager for Vee’s Scents, and giving you a raise.” She went over the increased compensation, and the potential Michele had with the company.

“I’m very grateful, Vivie. I won’t let you down.”

“I know that, and that’s why I’ve made this decision,” Vivienne said. “My prediction is that the online business will continue to grow and require additional attention. Vee’s is the foundation, and I need to delegate more to you.”

Michele gave her a hug, and thanked her again. They were friends and there was no reason to be formal. Vivienne felt good about giving the promotion. By turning over some of the duties to her new manager, she would be able to give more to the new business.

For the rest of the day, Vivienne caught up on tasks and organized so she could pass more projects over to Michele. It was good to unburden herself. Taking on the responsibility of the new venture with Alfred came with a lot more work. She hadn’t predicted that, but the new arrangement would make the situation less stressful.

Vivienne was so caught up in her goal to get things ready to be handed over to Michele that she ended up working late. When she came out front, the lights were off and the front door was locked. Since it was late summer, it was still light outside.

She was about to leave when her phone rang. “Jacob, it’s good to hear from you.”

“Hi, baby. Are you still at work? I thought I might have missed you.”

“I’m a bit late, but I was just leaving.”

“I’m in the car, so I’ll come by. We can have dinner.”

Vivienne had gotten over needing to be asked. Sometimes Jacob just told her what was happening. It was his way, and no matter how he presented it, she was glad for the chance to see him.

“Sure, I’m ready to go. I’ll watch for you.”

“Great. I have some more details about that charity event tomorrow night. And my sister Daniela will be attending, so you’ll get to meet her.”

“Wonderful. We’ll talk about it.”

Jacob would be by shortly, so Vivienne glanced around the shop to be sure all looked well, then went outside and locked the door behind her. It was still plenty warm, but with the sun lower in the sky it wasn’t too bad.

Out of nowhere, Milo appeared. Had he been lurking outside? A tendril of fear crept up Vivienne’s spine. “Milo, good evening. What are you doing out here?”

The lascivious look Milo gave her did nothing to allay her fears. “It’s difficult to get a word with you inside, so I decided to wait for you.”

That wasn’t what Vivienne wanted to hear. As busy as the city’s sidewalks could be, the area seemed awfully quiet at the moment. “Is there something you wanted to say?” She stood her ground, but purposely kept the challenge out of her voice. It wouldn’t do to incite him.

Milo smirked and stepped closer. Vivienne could see that his pupils were dilated, and his movements were awkward. She wondered if he was on some kind of drug, which spooked her even more. Leaning close, he said, “You are very beautiful, Vivienne.”

His breath reeked of alcohol, another reason to deal with the situation cautiously. “Milo, are you drunk?” Well, maybe she wasn’t as tactful as she should have been.

Milo laughed, but there was no mirth in it. He weaved a bit to his left, righted his body, then looked at her. It made Vivienne’s skin crawl. It occurred to her that the man might actually be dangerous, and not merely offensive.

“I had a couple of drinks,” Milo said, then he looked her over, so she took a step away. “You do smell good, Vivie.”

At that instant, Jacob’s car pulled up to the curb, and he leapt from the back as if a bolt of lightning had struck. He was beside Vivienne in two strides. With his arm around her, he glared at Milo. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Milo had already started walking away. Apparently, he wasn’t up for a confrontation, but had hoped to get Vivienne alone. That was not to be, but it served to alert her to the possibilities. Leaving the shop alone to walk home might not be the best option anymore.

Jacob watched Milo until the man disappeared around the corner, then he looked at Vivienne. “Are you all right?”

“Yes—physically, anyway.” Vivienne leaned into Jacob. “He freaked me out, though.”

“It looked like he was about to manhandle you. The asshole was
way too close
.”

“I’m not sure what he was about to do, but he’d had too much to drink. And I think he was on some drug. His eyes were weird.”

“That’s not all about him that’s weird.” Jacob guided her toward the car, where Ian held the door open for them. “I’ll send a car to pick you up after work every day.”

Vivienne slid into the back seat, and Jacob got in beside her. “You don’t have to do that. I can take a cab.”

“You can’t afford cabs.”

That was all Jacob said, but Vivienne could tell that he was still ticked off. Her intention to maintain a relationship with her customer went out the window the instant Milo had become threatening. He’d lost his right to customer service, even in her mind. She was sure that Jacob would take a hard line on that, too.

*****

The next day at the office, Jacob fumed over that idiot’s nerve. He had arrived just in time to rescue Vivienne. He dreaded to think what might have happened if he hadn’t come by to pick her up for dinner. They hadn’t discussed it further, as he didn’t want to upset her any more than she already was.

Jacob had been able to tell that Vivienne was shaken, and he didn’t like that one bit. She seemed as mystified as he was about the man’s intention. It was clear that he was attracted to Vivienne, and waiting for her outside had danger written all over it.

That was one too many times that Milo had been inappropriate with Vivienne. She hadn’t complained to Jacob about it, but he knew what he saw. Plus, he had an instinct about the guy. It was time to see what was up. He called Walsh to order him to look into Milo Jenkins, his background and his current activities. Jacob wanted to know what the guy was about, and he intended to keep him away from Vivienne, whether she agreed or not.

During dinner the night before, Jacob had invited Vivienne to go to Italy with him, and she had agreed, which pleased him. Before, he hadn’t needed to consider anyone else when he planned a business trip. That was no longer the case.

He had no intention of flying anywhere and leaving Vivienne behind. Sharing his life included travel, and fortunately, she seemed used to the idea. He was relieved that she hadn’t dragged her feet, and instead was excited about seeing Tuscany.

The workday seemed to go by quickly, and Jacob left as soon as he could. The event that night was for a smaller charity, but one he had recently donated to. Care For The Child was doing some good work, and he wanted to support it.

Jacob thought about how lucky he was. He had escaped abuse at any early age. Even then, it had taken its toll. His heart went out to those less fortunate. A child was forced to be dependent on adults. It was crushing to think of any child being betrayed and harmed by the very parents that should care the most about them.

The cause was important to Jacob, and he’d like to do more. That was something he’d considered. He’d been looking into programs for abused children, and had even thought of starting a program, one that might satisfy their needs better. Hearing more about this smaller charity and the good work they were doing had inspired him.

 

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