Luscious Sins (Bend to My Will #7) (6 page)

Chapter 6

Jacob included Vivienne in his plans, and in his life, which meant a lot to her. His lifestyle was unique, so she had to adapt. Traveling, and having the opportunity to see other countries, had not been possible before. Now it was, and Vivienne was grateful.

More than seeing new places and learning about the world, Vivienne was flattered to share such things with Jacob. He didn’t hesitate to take her along, which was promising. Soon she would be on her way to Italy with him, and the prospect excited her.

When she told Lana, her friend said, “I am so jealous.” But she had a smile on her face and gave Vivienne a big hug. “You have to tell me
everything
when you get back.”

Lana and Trace were really an item now, seeing each other frequently. Vivienne was pleased about that. She couldn’t be happier for her friend. Even though Trace had a reputation for short-term relationships, he showed no signs of that with Lana.

At the shop, Vivienne’s assistant quickly picked up the projects assigned. Even the first day, Michele provided relief from the barrage at Vee’s. Since that evening was the charity event, Vivienne planned to leave a little early to have more time to get ready. And with Michele’s assistance with the workload, she even found time to call her mother.

Irene had been recovering well. With the nurse’s help, she had been doing her daily exercises and attending physical therapy as instructed. When Vivienne called, her mother was in a good mood. “I’m getting stronger by the day, and I can’t wait to get back to work.”

Vivienne hoped her mother wasn’t being too optimistic, but the sooner she could return to the restaurant, the better for her morale. It had to be difficult staying home so much, although she knew her father picked Irene up for outings. The occasion might be a lunch out, but it went a long way toward boosting her mother’s spirits. Plus, her friends dropped in when they could, too.

She told her mother about going to Italy, and getting the chance to see Jacob’s home in Tuscany. The excitement was contagious. “Oh, how wonderful,” her mother said. “Send me some pictures, and tell me all about it when you get back.”

Now that she’d promoted Michele, it was easier to get away. She’d given her new general manager authorization to hire, allowing her to bring in part-time help, or even another person to work the front. Vivienne trusted her judgment, making it possible to take her attention off the day-to-day operations in the shop.

Vivienne’s father was very supportive, too. Now that he knew Jacob, he had no misgivings about her traveling with him. “Will you be taking the jet?” he said.

“I’m sure we will.” Vivienne got a kick out of how much her dad had enjoyed the private jet. “Maybe when we get back, Jacob will fly you out for a visit.” She got no objection to that suggestion.

For the charity event that evening, Vivienne chose a mint-green lace sheath dress with short sleeves, and paired it with beige leather pumps. Dating Jacob required having outfits ready for almost any occasion, so she’d shopped more often. Lana had been a great help in choosing appropriate attire. Jacob had offered his fashion consultant, but Vivienne hadn’t been up for that yet.

The venue was the rooftop lounge at a Manhattan hotel. It was a pleasant evening, and the clear sky allowed for expansive views. The format of the occasion was cocktails and appetizers, with a presentation to follow. Jacob planned to take her to dinner when it was over. The most delightful part of the evening was meeting his sister Daniela.

She was only five feet four, so Vivienne towered over her. After Jacob introduced them, his sister chatted as if they’d been friends forever. There was nothing pretentious about her. Her dark blond hair flowed in waves, and her hazel eyes had a green or brown hue, depending on the light. Daniela was petite, but Vivienne could tell right away that she was feisty.

“So how long have you been doing makeup as a career?” Vivienne said.

“I really just started,” Daniela said. “I went to cosmetology school right out of high school, and recently graduated. I’ve gotten some jobs already, though.”

At age twenty, Daniela had her whole career ahead of her. “It’s great that you found your passion. There’s nothing better than doing something you love.” Vivienne sipped her drink, smiling at the younger woman.

“I agree,” Daniela said. “I’ve always been into makeup. As a little girl, I’d make up my dolls. Unfortunately, I had four older brothers, and they weren’t keen on letting me touch them with a makeup brush.”

“I daresay.” Vivienne laughed. “So you’re the youngest sibling?”

“Yep, and my brothers still call me their baby sister, if I let them get away with it.” Daniela nibbled on a cracker laden with cheese. “But I don’t mind; they are just looking out for me. I adore my brothers.”

Jacob was engaged in conversation with a couple of attendees in expensive suits, so Vivienne continued her conversation with his sister. “I guess Gianni is the oldest?”

“Yes, and Jacob is just a year younger than he is. Then there is Stephano, who is also in fashion. He’s a photographer, so he’s in Europe more often than here. And then there’s Micah, who is only a year older than I am.”

“What does Micah do?”

Daniela giggled. “You’ll have to ask my mother that question. She keeps in touch. Micah was always kind of wild, a risk-taker. Whatever he’s doing, it’s not a job in corporate America.”

Sophia had been noncommittal about Micah, too, saying it was a story for another day. Vivienne was increasingly curious about that brother’s story. “I’ve met your parents, but not your other brothers yet.”

“Well, if you can get them all together in one place, let me know,” Daniela said, with a grin. “If one is home, the other one’s gone. It’s the lifestyle, I suppose. And my father traveled a lot when he ran Rinaldi Imports. I guess they were introduced to it at a young age.”

“It would seem.” Vivienne looked up at Jacob when he came over and put his arm around her.

“Is my sister entertaining you?”

Vivienne winked at Daniela. “She is, actually.”

Jacob gave his sister
a look
, but Vivienne could tell it was all in fun. The event proceeded as expected, and the speech was very moving. It made Vivienne wish she had more to give to the cause, although she had made a donation. Jacob had too, and she knew his was much larger than hers.

When the guests began to disperse, Vivienne gave Daniela a big hug. “It was so great to meet you. I hope we get to see each other again soon.”

“That would be great,” Daniela said. “I’ll look forward to it…if my brother doesn’t keep you all to himself.” She grinned at Jacob, who swept her up in his arms, lifting her feet off the ground.

“Okay, you behave yourself,” Jacob said. “And if you need anything, just call. I mean it.”

After leaving the hotel, Ian drove them to Eleven Madison Park to enjoy Chef Daniel Humm’s French-influenced fare. The amazing art-deco dining room created a sophisticated atmosphere, and the restaurant had become one of their favorites. The menu had a lot to offer, but guests were invited to share their preferences so the chef could design a customized meal.

Jacob discussed some possibilities with the waiter and, after checking with Vivienne, placed their orders. First was a fondue that came in a baked squash serving bowl. A soft pretzel stick, still hot from the oven, was the utensil. Vivienne reveled in the melted cheese, mashing the pretzel against cubes of sweet squash. She imagined that the fondue was a creation straight from the chef’s Swiss heritage.

The sommelier assisted Jacob to pair the food with proper vintages. A glass of champagne was served with the fondue. For the main course, Jacob chose a Loire Valley Sauvignon Blanc. It would pair well with the scallops marinated in black truffle and leeks. Vivienne had become a fan of truffles in dishes, and was not disappointed with the chef’s creation.

Dinner was a pleasure, as was looking across at Jacob throughout the meal. He’d removed his jacket, and Vivienne couldn’t take her eyes off his lean form. She mentally drooled over his muscular chest, and itched to put her hands on his bare skin. Since she was spending the night at the penthouse, she anxiously anticipated being alone with him.

They’d discussed something Jacob wanted to try, but only when Vivienne was ready. The thought made her skin tingle and her sex clench. She really wanted to do it. Sipping her dessert wine, Vivienne tried to relax. When Jacob looked across at her, their gazes locked.

“I’m ready,” Vivienne said in a seductive voice.

Jacob’s eyes filled with desire. “Yes…I think you are.”

Vivienne was titillated and they hadn’t done anything yet. Jacob hadn’t even touched her, but the evening held promise. She could do it; she was sure of it.

*****

At the penthouse, Jacob took her straight to his bedroom. “This bed will be best. It’s the right height.”

Vivienne’s panties were already soaked, and she’d only taken off her shoes. She didn’t respond to Jacob, just removed her jewelry, as if she was much calmer than she was. Jacob stood near and put his hands on her arms. “You’ll control things. It will be fine.”

Then Jacob pulled her close, slanting his mouth over hers to kiss her deeply. His hot tongue lashed against hers, and he moaned with the pleasure. Vivienne folded against him, wanting only to please him. She kissed back with fervor, her confidence growing.

Jacob unzipped her dress, and she let it drop to the floor. He undid her bra and she pulled off her panties. He was still in slacks and a dress shirt, making her feel all the more naked. Vivienne unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off to reveal the chiseled muscle underneath. “I’ve wanted to do this all evening.” She licked his nipples that were already stiff with arousal.

Taking charge, Vivienne undid his top button, lowered his zipper, and shoved down his pants with his briefs. Jacob’s gorgeous cock sprang free, and the scent of maleness wafted around her. She dropped to her knees and cupped his hot balls. With her other hand she fisted the velvet skin over his shaft.

Jacob’s male allure was powerful, making him impossible to resist. Vivienne pressed his cock to her lips, kissing him tenderly. Then she dragged the tip of her tongue along the bulging veins of his erection, and around the rim of his knob. Jacob’s breathing was ragged as he fingered her hair.

Vivienne dabbed her tongue in the pre-cum that dripped from the tiny slit at the top. His salty flavor aroused her. She put her lips over the plum-shaped knob, breathing in Jacob’s musky scent. Slowly, she lowered over him, keeping an even pressure of her mouth on his cock.

“Jesus, baby.”

Jacob’s words encouraged her. Vivienne wouldn’t hold back; she didn’t want to. She put her fist around his cock possessively, then stood up. Unwilling to let go, she stroked her fingertips along his shaft, then rubbed her thumb on the tender spot.

Vivienne got up on the high bed to get into position on her back. Her head was at the end of the mattress, with her feet toward the headboard. Jacob stood at the end of the bed, by her head, and leaned over to kiss her. He cupped and massaged her breasts, making her clit tense. If he kept that up, she might come before she did as intended.

As if knowing, Jacob leaned away, stroking his fingertips along her ribs and then her jaw. His cock was hard and ready. Vivienne reached up with both hands and fisted him. Then she angled the bulbous tip to her lips. With the tip of her tongue she flicked over his knob, then feathered her tongue along his hot erection.

Vivienne moved closer to the end of the bed, until her head was over the edge. With her neck arched and the back of her head against the mattress, her throat was straight. Jacob’s cock would enter her mouth and go straight down her throat.

On her own, Vivienne had practiced controlling her gag reflex, and was ready. Deep-throating had the appeal of increased intimacy, which she very much wanted. The act was an expression of her vulnerability and, in contrast, of Jacob’s strength. It was yet another way to give power, although it might prove to be a challenge.

Jacob looked so masculine, so dominant, standing over her with his cock deep in her mouth. Vivienne reached up to finger his scrotum to add to the sensation, and he groaned deeply. Slowly, she took him deeper, allowing his width to penetrate her throat. Vivienne relaxed as she had practiced, but in reality, it was more difficult.

Yet Vivienne sensed Jacob’s excitement, which spurred her on. The sound of his panting grew louder, and his cock was scorching hot in her mouth. He was all male strength and virility, fueling her desire to suck him in all the way. With his hands on her shoulders, Jacob began to move, to assist Vivienne to take him in.

Jacob’s cock slid deep, and then deeper. Vivienne closed her eyes, and relaxed her muscles to inhibit her gag reflex. When he was in so far that her lips were all the way to the base of his cock, Jacob gently pulled back. With her hands along her sides now, Vivienne allowed his penetration.

With his palms on her cheeks, Jacob stroked deep again, until his shaft was down her throat. Vivienne felt the most incredible sensation, as if her world centered on his gorgeous cock, and there was no limit as to how much she could please him.

“Fuck…Vivienne.”

Jacob gasped through his heavy breathing, expressing the intensity of the experience. Vivienne was new to this, and couldn’t quite squeeze her throat muscles for added sensation. It was all she could do to avoid any reflex to Jacob’s thick cock plunging into her throat. The feel of his hands on her skin, and his heat in her mouth, made her clit tighten into a tiny pebble.