Seductive Affair (Bend To My Will #2) (4 page)

“I wanted to let you go, Vivienne. That’s why I left,” Jacob said. “I tried to turn away. You’re innocent about my lifestyle, and you’re looking for romance. It would be better if I released you.”

Vivienne’s lips parted, and her eyelids were heavy.

“But I crave you, Vivienne.” Fire burned inside Jacob, and the sight of Vivienne, aroused and waiting, drove him crazy. In a soft voice, he said, “I should let you go…but...I can’t.”

With her voice barely a whisper, Vivienne said, “Then don’t…
don’t
let me go.”

Chapter 6

Jacob’s look was stern. Gone was the soft tone. He was done asking, and ready to take. Vivienne’s skin tingled. The private room, the rich leather and crimson colors, pulled her into a darker world, one she craved.

“I need to teach you to obey,” Jacob said. “That is one of the first lessons.”

His words made her belly tighten, and Vivienne bit her lower lip. She waited, unsure what was next. Then Jacob’s muscles flexed. “I’m going to spank you. I’ve wanted to for some time. What I did in your shop was a sample. But there’s much more.”

Vivienne didn’t know how to react, but she didn’t need to. Jacob took charge.

“You need to learn to do as I ask, to please me.” Jacob’s eyes were deep blue. “There are spankings for punishment, and spankings for pleasure. Since this is your first time, I will not make it severe.” He looked into her eyes. “If it is too much for you, tell me and I will stop.”

Vivienne nodded, unable to fathom what
too much
would be.

Jacob glanced at implements hanging on the wall, seeming to settle on a particular one. He walked over and retrieved a paddle. “This will do,” he said.

Heat flooded Vivienne’s lower belly, but she didn’t stop to assess her reaction. All her focus was on Jacob. He sat on a wooden stool and swiveled it to face her. “Come here, Vivienne.”

On wobbly legs, Vivienne stood and went over to him. There wasn’t an ounce of defiance in her body. She craved every bit he would give her. The bra she wore was tight as her nipples pressed against the lace covering. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together.

Jacob’s eyes softened just a little. “Lift your dress.”

Vivienne did as she was told. Then Jacob pulled her over his knees and slid her panties down. The air wafted across her bare bottom and her clit tensed. She bit her lower lip, unsure. With one arm supporting her, Jacob placed his other palm on her butt.

Jacob’s touch was warm, almost reassuring. Yet Vivienne trembled. The deep sound of his voice thrilled her. “This is to demonstrate what might happen, baby, if you refuse a gift or take issue with something I do.”

Jacob squeezed her buttocks. “Tell me you understand.”

Vivienne’s mouth was dry. “I understand.”

“Good,” Jacob said. “Brace yourself.”

The swat of the paddle was sharp. The rubber padding struck her ass, making a cracking noise. The sound was erotic, turning Vivienne on, more than she already was. Jacob paddled on the fleshy part of her ass, using controlled motions. It wasn’t too hard, but she felt it.

“Your little ass is so beautiful.” Jacob’s flattery enhanced the sensation. “It’s turning a lovely pink. You must feel it.”

Vivienne definitely did. The blows hurt, just enough. Yet not so much that she wanted to stop. No man had spanked her before. The way Jacob held her tightly, and punished her with blows of the paddle, spiraled her arousal. She was embarrassed to realize how wet she was.

Jacob didn’t go as easy as Vivienne assumed he would, first time or not. The whack of the paddle, first in one spot and then the other, hurt. But it hurt in a satisfying way. When he stopped, there were tears in her eyes, but not from pain.

Vivienne’s sex clenched, and her clit was so tight it ached. When Jacob released her, and she stood before him, she felt different. The attraction between them had deepened. She wanted to obey him. But she wanted his punishment as well.

When he stood up, Jacob undressed her as if she was a child. He slipped off her shoes, panties, dress, and bra. Then he placed his palms on her cheeks. “You did very well.” His approval made her feel good. “I like it when you obey me,” Jacob said. “But I’ve wanted to make your lovely ass pink for some time now. Turn around.”

When she turned, Jacob dropped to his knees. He gently kissed her aching ass, making her feel cherished. Then he got a tube of cream from a drawer and massaged it into her skin. “That will ease your discomfort.”

While she watched, Jacob got undressed. First his shoes and socks, then his pants. When he lowered his briefs, his gorgeous cock sprang free. Vivienne swooned. He was just so perfect. The sight of his arousal fanned the flames of her desire. She wanted to touch him, suck him, hold him. But she held back.

The only article of clothing left was Jacob’s shirt, but he didn’t remove it. “You deserve a reward,” he said. “You gravitated to this bed earlier. We’ll make use of it.”

Taking her hand, Jacob guided her to lie down. The cool satin sheets were soothing to her skin. After unbuttoning his shirt and straddling her, Jacob bent low, kissing under her jaw. The combination of punishment and kindness had a profound effect on her. Vivienne reached inside the shirt, pressing her palms to his strong chest.

“Bend your knees,” Jacob said, and she did so. He spread Vivienne’s thighs wide apart. “Put your hands on the back of your thighs, and stay like that.”

With her arms wrapped around her legs, Vivienne held her thighs open, exposing her pussy. Jacob tossed his shirt to the floor and kneeled between her legs. Then he kissed over her vulva, sending waves of sensation through her.

When Jacob bit lightly over the outer lips of her sex, Vivienne shuddered. The prick of his teeth on her tender skin was intense. With his fingers, he spread her wide and licked over her wet slit. Vivienne moaned and panted, in an effort to take in the immense pleasure.

Using his tongue, Jacob stimulated her, bringing her close to climax but not releasing her. Fire flooded her veins, and her clit was tight as a pebble. Vivienne could have come so easily, needed to, but had to wait.

Jacob softly nipped at her clit, making her whimper. Her panting grew louder, as the sensations deepened. Kissing and licking her pussy, he took her to another world. Vivienne had no control, and was completely at his mercy. He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, until Vivienne writhed on the bed.

“You look so damn sexy right now,” Jacob said, in a guttural voice. He nibbled along her throat and bit under her jaw. “One touch would make you come.”

Vivienne knew he was right. Her muscles were tense, her belly flat, and all he had to do was put his fingers on the right spot. But he didn’t. Jacob lifted up on his knees, the purple knob of his cock so tempting. She licked her lips, wanting it in her mouth.

Still holding her legs up, wide apart, Vivienne quivered at the sight of Jacob. He leaned down and angled his thick cock to her lips. “I know you are close, and that’s where I want you, baby. I want you to agonize on the edge of climax while you pleasure me.”

Vivienne felt dizzy. When she parted her lips, Jacob slipped his cock into her mouth and moaned. “Yes, baby.” The words came from deep in his throat. His salty, musky taste on her tongue drove her insane. Vivienne began to suck.

Balanced on the precipice, desperately needing release, Vivienne sucked and licked Jacob’s cock. He held the base to slide in and out, fucking her mouth. Gasping and whining, Vivienne sucked, wanted his flavor and warmth.

Each time Jacob dipped his cock into her mouth, his heat seared her. God, he was on fire. His command made her clit throb: “You will pleasure me as I see fit,” he said. “And you will do it while your need is great, while you endure the discomfort of postponing your own release.”

Jacob’s strong voice and unwavering control nearly shattered Vivienne without him touching her. But the thrill of her mouth on him, while she might have exploded at any second, was beyond description. Then Jacob pulsed once in her mouth, yet he did not give in to his orgasm.

Instead, Jacob pulled out, leaving Vivienne destitute. She groaned, and her eyes locked on to the sight of his swollen erection. “That’s right,” he said. “Look at me, baby. Look at my cock and see how much I want you.”

Vivienne arched her back, and her sex clenched deep to her core. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think…could only want. Jacob was between her legs, and if she looked at his hard cock one more second she would come apart.

“This is your reward, baby,” Jacob said, choking out the words. “You can witness my unrequited need for you, while you give in to the climax ready to explode inside you.”

When Vivienne realized he meant she could come, she cried out as her restraint crumbled. Jacob kept one fist around the base of his cock, while he fingered her clit. “Keep looking at me,” he said.

With her eyes on Jacob’s cock, witnessing his arousal, and feeling the pressure on her aching clit, Vivienne shattered. The room turned white, as powerful waves cascaded through her. It seemed her voice came from a distance as she screamed, having no other way to tolerate the intense sensation.

When she collapsed, Jacob lowered her legs to the bed and rolled on a condom. He slipped his cock inside her wet pussy, and, buried in her, was motionless. The last pulses of her orgasm squeezed over him, and Vivienne could feel him filling her.

But Jacob didn’t come yet. His body stiffened, and his jaw tensed. “Your hot pussy feels so good.”

Vivienne wanted only his pleasure, and she clenched her inner muscles, massaging him. Jacob kissed her earlobe, then her jaw, before a loud moan escaped his lips. Then he gave in to his release, and she felt his cock throb inside her.

It was sexy to experience the sensation with him, while her body hummed from her own explosive release. Jacob stroked into her hard as the last bit of tension drained from his body. Vivienne felt him relax over her, then he dropped to the bed next to her.

After disposing of the condom, Jacob nestled her in his arm. He didn’t say anything, nor did he need to. There was no separation between them. It was as if they were one, and that was as it should be. Vivienne was certain of that, even though she hadn’t experienced it before.

Jacob stroked her hair, and Vivienne closed her eyes. She lay there content, until Jacob shifted and sat up. He faced away from her, reaching for his pants. Vivienne stared. All across his back were welts, scars that had not disappeared.

Vivienne reached out and touched his back. But Jacob flinched. He stood up from the bed, and turned to face her. His blue eyes were cold, making her recoil. “What happened to you, Jacob?”

“That’s something we won’t talk about,” Jacob said. “It’s from long ago. You don’t need to know.”

Yet Vivienne did need to know. She cared about this man, and the scars must have resulted from whipping, or some sort of torture. The way they crisscrossed his skin, there was no other explanation. It gave her a glimpse into the darkness she sensed in Jacob. But the way he cut her off was a clear warning not to pursue the subject.

Jacob’s blue eyes softened. “I don’t want you to be concerned about it.” He reached for her hand and pulled her into his arms. “Let’s shower and go down to dinner,” Jacob said, as if Vivienne hadn’t just touched on a dark secret. “I’m sure Clara has something delicious prepared for us.”

Chapter 7

It was odd that Jacob didn’t stay with her. Instead, he showed her to the bedroom where she’d spend the night. He said there were nine bedrooms, in case she preferred a different one. She couldn’t complain about the accommodations. The room was nearly as large as her entire apartment back home. And the bathroom had two sinks, a freestanding tub, and marble shelves filled with small items of artwork.

Vivienne showered and dressed for dinner. Thoughts of the playroom haunted her. It was both intimate and intimidating. She craved sharing it with Jacob, yet her trepidation lingered. The promise that they would talk hadn’t come to fruition. Jacob was irresistible, and when she was alone with him, talking was postponed. She chose an attractive outfit to wear for dinner, yet a comfortable one, since they were staying in.

On the way to the dining room, Vivienne walked through the kitchen. As she’d guessed, it was as luxurious as the rest of the villa. The burnt-orange marble countertops matched the terra cotta tile floors. It had gourmet features, including a stove that was big enough to cook for a large party. She smiled at Clara, who was busy with some finishing touches on the meal, and would have liked to talk with her more, except the cook spoke French. The little English she understood had to do with meals, wine, and other subjects that Jacob needed to communicate about.

Jacob greeted her, and stood to pull her chair out. It was yet another thing that confused her. For a man who was an avowed non-romantic, he could be quite a gentleman. Yet not so much in the playroom. Her cheeks warmed at the thought.

Jacob appeared moody, but otherwise he behaved normally. That wasn’t saying much, since Vivienne couldn’t predict his temperament from one minute to the next. When seated at the formal dining room table, she sipped the wine in her glass, trying to regain her composure.

The light blue sweater Jacob wore accented the color of his eyes, and the way it fit over his sculpted muscles was a definite distraction. His hair was a little damp, spiking as if he’d just run his hands through it, and she couldn’t help fantasizing about showering with him.

“Are you all right, Vivienne?”

That was a question that wasn’t so simple to answer. The thrill of the playroom had its effect, and Vivienne wanted more of the same. Yet she was emotionally conflicted. Jacob was out of her league in more than one way. Not only was he wealthy, which would take some getting used to, but he was sexually experienced.

It wasn’t just that he had been with plenty of women. Vivienne didn’t want to think about that. It was his lifestyle that concerned her, which was the only thing to call it. Jacob preferred taking her to a sort of sexual dungeon over making love in his bed.

There was no denying that Vivienne wanted the same, which made the whole experience a bit electrifying. She didn’t know what it all meant, and what exactly Jacob wanted. Since he didn’t have steady relationships, and preferred a life devoid of dating, where did that leave her?

“I don’t know how to answer your question, Jacob.”

“I’d like to know how you feel. If we go further, it must be based on trust,” Jacob said. “If you can’t confide in me, then there is no trust.”

“You make it sound so straightforward, but it’s not.” Vivienne took another sip of wine. “I have so many questions. You need to understand that how I feel about
you
, about what we do…may not be how you
want
me to feel.”

“Whatever the truth is, that’s what I need to hear.” Jacob squeezed her hand. “Did you like what we did?”

Vivienne glanced away. “A little too much.”

“Look at me, Vivienne.” And she looked into his deep blue eyes. “You are supposed to like it. That’s the way it works.” Jacob paused. “It’s just new to you, and we need to talk about how we will proceed.”

“You make it sound like a business arrangement.”

“I don’t mean to,” Jacob said. “This is very personal, for both of us.” He lifted her hand to kiss her fingertips. “I want you, Vivienne. And if you enjoyed the playroom, then we need to take the next step.”

Again, it sounded like a business negotiation. Why couldn’t Jacob kiss her like any other guy, and ask her to date him exclusively? “And what is the next step?” Vivienne said.

“I’d like you to stay with me at the villa,” Jacob said.

“I’d already planned to stay overnight. Paris is too far away. I hadn’t considered returning until tomorrow.”

Jacob frowned. “I’d prefer you didn’t. It would be better for us to spend a day or so together. You can return to New York with me. My private jet is more comfortable than a commercial flight, anyway.”

It was a lot to ask. But Vivienne did want to be with him. “I’ll have to let Alfred know. We don’t have any other business engagements, but he is expecting to fly back together.” She had another thought. “What about my clothes?”

Jacob looked pleased with her decision. “I’ll have them brought here. There’s no reason for you to return to Paris.”

Clara entered with a tray laden with food. Jacob looked up and motioned toward the table. “
S’il vous plait venir
,” he said, and she walked up to the table.

The cook served the meal, the aroma of fragrant herbs filling the room. It wasn’t the meat and potatoes bistro fare that Vivienne had had in Paris. The dish was ripened vegetables, which she guessed were from the garden, with seafood.

“
Merci
,” Jacob said, and the cook returned to the kitchen.

“This is a saffron-infused seafood stew, a favorite of mine.” Jacob picked up his spoon. “The combination of freshly caught fish from the Mediterranean in tomato broth with vegetables is quite good, especially the way Clara prepares it.”

Vivienne blew on a spoonful and tasted. “Mmm, this is luscious.” She lifted a slice of bread. “And what’s on the bread?”

“Aioli, a creamy garlic sauce.”

One bite led to a second bite. “Delicious,” Vivienne said.

“And how is your Bandol?” Jacob nodded toward her wine glass.

“The wine? I like the fruity flavor.”

And so it went, with Vivienne feeling more and more like a princess. The villa, the cuisine, and the service were exquisite. She remained focused on Jacob, uncertain what was next. Yet she looked forward to spending the day with him. Maybe he would open up to her more.

The relaxed meal ended with a dessert of sugar-dusted almond pastries and coffee. Afterward Jacob took her out on the terrace, and with his arm around her, they looked at the star-filled sky. But, much to her dismay, when the evening ended he didn’t take her to bed with him.

“I think it would be better for you to sleep in your bedroom,” Jacob said. Seeing her expression, he added: “We’ll talk tomorrow, Vivienne.” Yet his blue eyes reflected the desire she felt. “I have little restraint when it comes to you, baby. I dare not take you back to the playroom tonight. And my bed is not an option.”

Jacob escorted her to the bedroom door. “Rest well,” he said. When he touched Vivienne’s cheek, her skin tingled. Then he kissed each side of her mouth. Even that tender gesture was filled with passion. Yet he didn’t do more, just turned to go to his room.

Vivienne watched him walk down the hall, yearning for more of what she’d had earlier. Jacob’s pants hugged his ass just right, and his broad shoulders filled out the sweater. If only she could peel those clothes off, and taste him like she had only hours before.

But not tonight
. Vivienne went into her room, the luxury a bit overwhelming. She decided not to get spoiled by it. There was no assurance that the relationship with Jacob would last. Although the mere thought that it wouldn’t made her heart fall.

Vivienne went to the enormous bathroom to get ready for bed. It was more than one woman required, reminding her that she would have preferred sharing Jacob’s. She returned to the room and slipped under the covers.

The bed swallowed her, and Vivienne buried her face in the soft pillow. But thoughts of Jacob consumed her, putting sleep out of reach. She was wet for him, and her nipples poked into her nightgown. He was just down the hall. If only he would come to her room. But even thinking it, she knew he wouldn’t.

*****

The next morning, Vivienne dressed casually for a day in the countryside of Provence. Breakfast was served on the patio overlooking the main pool. Before they left, Jacob showed her around, and Vivienne learned the villa had a tennis court, a gym, and a poolroom. It was the ultimate bachelor pad.

Holding Jacob’s hand, she looked up at him. “I don’t need all of this, you know,” Vivienne said.

Jacob turned and wrapped his arms around her waist. The sun glinted through the trees. “It comes with the territory,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling. “It’s my home…or one of them.” He pressed her closer. “You’ll have to get used to it.”

Maybe Vivienne could get used to that. But she wasn’t sure about getting used to Jacob. Being with him stirred excitement, and he continued to throw her off with what he did, what he said. “It’s
you
I’m trying to get used to,” she said.

Jacob had no comeback for that. He released her, then took her hand. “Would you like to see the city?”

“Absolutely.”

Not surprisingly, Jacob owned more than one car. He chose to drive the bright red Ferrari. “I gave Philip the day off. It will be just the two of us,” he said, then opened the door for her. “This car is a thrill on the country roads.”

“It must be.” Vivienne snuggled into the leather seat, and admired the well-appointed interior.

Jacob slid into the driver’s seat and revved the engine. Then he headed down the drive and onto the tree-lined road. The drive was very pretty. Vivienne spotted vineyards with old stone huts, and an ancient bridge that Jacob said was Roman. He enjoyed driving the sports car, so took a scenic route.

The town of Aix-en-Provence was just as picturesque. Once they arrived, Jacob took Vivienne’s hand and they strolled along the winding streets. There were numerous sidewalk cafés and open-air markets, along with many shops and restaurants. Vivienne imagined the locals buying fresh farm produce from the markets to prepare for a leisurely meal in the garden.

They decided to have lunch at a restaurant on a quiet side street. The table was on the sidewalk, partly on the street, which had very little traffic. The menu was written on a chalkboard and had to be translated. They sipped on a local rosé while waiting for the shrimp salads to be served.

Jacob broached the subject that had been on Vivienne’s mind. “Yesterday, I told you that I’m a dominant. We should talk about that.”

The subject wasn’t completely unfamiliar. “I have heard of it before, read about it, I guess. But I don’t know enough,” Vivienne said, wiping a fingertip over the side of her glass.

Jacob seemed comfortable discussing it. “It’s a sexual preference. I want you to submit to me, obey me. But it is not one-sided at all. The experience for you will be very pleasurable, if laced with discomfort, even pain. But it will not be too much for you. Nor will I do anything you don’t want me to.”

A part of Vivienne nagged her to say no. But it was too late for that. She’d had a taste of it, and like an addiction, she craved more. “How much pain?”

“That will be up to you,” Jacob said. “We will agree in advance what activities you are willing to participate in, and the ones you won’t, which we call hard limits. Then there are soft limits, things you are willing to try under the right circumstances.”

The way Jacob talked about it, the idea turned her on, but she was disappointed. “Why do I feel, once again, like this is a negotiation, a business arrangement?”

Jacob took a sip of wine before answering. “In a way, it is,” he said. “We agree on what you will and won’t do. But even then, you will choose a safe word, so all you need to do is say that word. At that moment, the activity will cease. I will stop immediately. So you are in control.”

“But it seems like
you
are,” Vivienne said. “You want to command me. It seems that you have the power.”

Jacob’s blue eyes melted her. “I have only what you give me.”

Vivienne twirled her glass. “I don’t know what you have in mind,” she said. “From what I saw in the playroom, you take a lot of liberties.”

“Yes. True.” Jacob held her hand. “You will like it, Vivienne. From that first time…in your shop, I knew.”

“What did you know?”

“That you are submissive.”

“I find that insulting,” Vivienne said.

“No. You don’t.” Jacob looked into her eyes. “You find it enthralling.” He held her gaze. “It’s all new. I understand that. But give me a chance.”

Vivienne swallowed.

Jacob leaned closer. “Have I hurt you so far?”

“No, just the opposite.”

“Then trust me, baby.” Jacob subdued her with his commanding tone. “I crave you. I’m beyond letting you go. That wasn’t possible before. And it isn’t now. Besides, you said you didn’t want me to turn away.”

Vivienne trembled. “I don’t.”

“Then I want you to consider being my submissive,” Jacob said. “It would be on the weekends. I know you have your life, your career. During the week, you’d have your independence. But from Friday night to Sunday afternoon, you’d be
mine
.”