Seductive Affair (Bend To My Will #2) (5 page)

You’d be mine
. It was what Vivienne wanted. The urge to have Jacob take her, to bend to his will, was strong. It was too powerful to resist. Still she hesitated. “Let me consider it, okay?”

“Of course.” Jacob seemed satisfied with her reply.

Vivienne finished the rest of her wine, and Jacob refilled their glasses. Lunch was served, so they were quiet for a while, enjoying the fresh food. There wasn’t much to say right then, anyway. Jacob had told her what he wanted…all Vivienne had to do was say yes.

Chapter 8

Jacob wasn’t sure what Vivienne would decide. Maybe there was more he could do to persuade her. Convincing her to stay at the villa had provided that opportunity. He’d had Vivienne in the playroom once, and might again, whether she agreed to the arrangement he’d suggested or not.

When they left the restaurant, he took her for a stroll on Cours Mirabeau, a shady boulevard canopied by trees. They walked down the street admiring the regal buildings along the edges, and past three fountains. It was the grandest street in Aix, but had a down-to-earth feeling. In the sunshine, the boulevard was cheerful, and the atmosphere was chic.

“Since I’ll only be here another day or so, it seems a shame not to spend more time at the villa,” Vivienne said.

Jacob looked forward to having her alone again. “We can drive back now, if you like.”

“I would,” Vivienne said. “It’s lovely here, but sitting on your terrace with a bottle of wine sounds really good.”

They walked back to the Ferrari. The drive back was enjoyable, even more than earlier in the day, because Jacob was taking Vivienne to the privacy of his home. The villa beckoned, the evening holding untold pleasure. The secluded estate might entice Vivienne to allow him some of the liberties she’d referred to earlier.

As he rounded a curve, Jacob glanced at Vivienne. Her golden hair shone in the afternoon light, and her silky skin begged to be touched. Without taking her eyes off the scenery flying by, she said, “Why did you have me investigated?”

“I always do if I’m considering a relationship,” Jacob said. “My lifestyle is very personal, and I need to know about the woman.”

“Couldn’t you just ask?”

“Not really.” Jacob squeezed her knee. “A woman may not tell the truth, or not tell enough of it.”

“So you think I’d lie to you?”

“I don’t think you’d want to, but some things are difficult to reveal. Or you might not see the importance,” Jacob said. “Besides, there is another reason.”

“Which is?”

“Asking you to be my submissive is not something I take lightly.” Jacob kept his eyes on the winding road ahead. “I will be responsible for you, care and protect you. I’d like to know that you are not in danger, and that there is no impending threat in your life.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“No, you didn’t have to,” Jacob said. “It’s just my preference. As my submissive, you are very important. I treasure the power you give to me, and I won’t let you down.”

“It’s all very different, you know…this whole arrangement,” Vivienne said. “I haven’t had a man treat me like this. In a way, it will be as if you own me.”

Pride filled Jacob. “You will be mine, Vivienne. I know you don’t understand what that means yet. It’s something you need to experience to know.”

“I take care of myself. I’m not looking for a man to do it for me.”

“It’s different than you think,” Jacob said. “You will have all of your independence, your career, your friends. But when you are with me, I will guide you.”

“I suppose that is different.”

“During our time together, you will do as I ask, and the control will be mine.” Jacob was glad to see that Vivienne seemed receptive.

“And the rest of the week, you won’t care a thing about me?”

“That’s not true.” Jacob heard the disappointment in her voice. “I will see that you are cared for and protected, all of the time. It’s just that we won’t…” Jacob’s words trailed off, as he was unsure how they’d be received.

Vivienne looked up at him. “It’s just that we won’t
date
. Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“We don’t need to, baby. When we are together, it will be more than enough.” Jacob slowed to round a curve. He was encouraged by her questions, as it meant she was considering his offer.

When they arrived at the villa, Jacob requested a bottle of the Château Léoube, which Clara served on the patio with fruit and cheese. The more Vivienne talked about being his submissive, the more Jacob desired it, and the more he craved her.

That Vivienne was unfamiliar with such an arrangement made her more alluring. Jacob would guide and teach her, which he looked forward to. There was no certainty that she would agree, as she was still questioning. But he remained undeterred.

Looking into her green eyes, Jacob sensed her emotions. A skill he had acquired was reading the signs of a woman’s arousal, however subtle. And there was no doubt that Vivienne was aroused. Whether she would act on it was a different matter.

But in the short time Jacob had known her, Vivienne had followed her desire, and was bold, not timid. He had faith that she would agree to his offer, and the idea excited him. Sitting on the patio, watching Vivienne in the late afternoon light, was an immense pleasure. Especially since he felt she would soon be his.

Jacob envisioned her in the playroom, doing as he asked, obeying him as she should. His pants grew uncomfortably tight, and he shifted in his chair. Vivienne looked over at him, and her lips parted. Her naïve and humble nature did things to him.

Halfway through the bottle of wine, Jacob could wait no longer. He stood and reached for Vivienne’s hand. “Come,” he said, turned on by how her eyes glistened.

There would come a time when Jacob could order her to the playroom, to strip and wait for him. He anticipated that with joy, for it would be nothing less to have Vivienne kneeling at his feet. To command her, to show her how to submit, would be gratifying.

At the door to the playroom, Vivienne squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, baby. There’s no need to be anxious.” Once inside, she walked forward, the room now familiar to her. Dragging her fingertips over the dark wood cabinets, Vivienne went to the back of the room.

Jacob watched her, and the way her hips swayed with each step turned him on. Her golden hair glimmered under the low lights. And when she slipped off her shoes to step barefoot on a strip of carpet, he had to get a grip. Vivienne stood on the carpet where, if she were truly his, she would kneel naked and waiting.

Vivienne spun to face him, tentative but lustful. She didn’t hide her desire, and that spiked Jacob’s arousal. He turned on some music, a tune with heavy bass that was somber in an erotic way. Then he stripped down to his pants.

Still Vivienne waited. When Jacob walked over, he put his palms on her cheeks. “Undress for me, baby. I want to watch you.”

Hesitating only for a moment, Vivienne began to undress. As she unbuttoned her blouse, one tiny button at a time, she looked into Jacob’s eyes. He recognized the signs, how excited she was, yet slightly nervous. Jacob’s ego swelled, knowing how well she would acclimate to his guidance.

But for now, Jacob steeled his resolve to seduce but not overwhelm her. Vivienne hadn’t agreed to be his submissive, so he didn’t have the privileges he might soon have. It was best to stay on the edges of propriety. But that wouldn’t be a problem.

“The bra,” Jacob said, when Vivienne gazed at him. She undid the clasp, and let the satin garment slide off her shoulders to the floor. Jacob kicked it aside and stared at her firm breasts. They were soft and lovely, her nipples rosy.

“You’re beautiful,” Jacob said. “Now the pants.”

While Vivienne unbuttoned the top button, lowered the zipper, and gingerly lowered her pants, Jacob felt excitement radiate. He recognized the flush of her skin, the way her lips parted, and how her fingers trembled. As her arousal increased, so did Jacob’s.

“The panties, Vivienne.” The tone of his voice was harsh. Jacob had told her to undress, and a prick of annoyance riddled him. She had hesitated, a bit too long, and would have to learn to obey without question. That would come later.

Vivienne stood naked before him, with her toes buried in the rug. Jacob’s cock pressed against his clothes, so he yanked his pants off, along with the briefs. He was swollen and aching for her. “You may touch me,” he said.

The feel of Vivienne’s fingertips on him was exquisite. She played with his cock using both hands, employing feathery touches and teasing strokes. The light aroma of flowers in the sunshine wrapped around him, most likely a new perfume she’d acquired while in Paris. The scent mixed with Vivienne’s own, driving him crazy.

“Harder,” Jacob said, and Vivienne wrapped her fist around the base of his cock and squeezed. With her other hand, she made a ring with her fingers and circled it under his thick knob. Then she stroked him with one hand, while twisting with the other.

It occurred to him that Vivienne wasn’t inexperienced with men, just unfamiliar with the ways of the playroom. She had such potential. Jacob groaned. “You do that so well.”

Vivienne spoke in a throaty voice. “You inspire me.”

While she worked magic with her hands, Vivienne looked into Jacob’s eyes. Her stimulation took him near climax, and he saw lust flash in her eyes. The closer he got, the more turned on Vivienne appeared to be.

That sight, combined with her hands on his cock, pushed Jacob to the edge. He had no intention of holding back. Looking into her emerald-green eyes, he said. “Faster. Harder.” And Vivienne complied. Not once did her lips touch him. With her hands only, she stimulated him. “Harder,” he gasped, just before he exploded.

Jacob’s balls tightened, and his muscles went rigid. Pleasure spiked through him, and his cock spurted. His cum shot up, all the way to his chest, and dripped down over his belly. He groaned and panted, while Vivienne continued to milk him.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Jacob dug his hands into Vivienne’s hair and she closed her eyes. Her hands were still on his cock, her touch light and tender. When he opened his eyes, Jacob grabbed a towel from a shelf and wiped off.

Then Jacob walked over to a tall cabinet and opened the doors to reveal full-length mirrors. He held out his hand, and Vivienne came to him. He positioned her against the opposite wall. “Watch in the mirror, baby. I want you to see how sexy you are, when you’re turned on, and how beautiful you are when you climax.”

Jacob leaned Vivienne against the wall. “Spread your legs wide,” he said, then stood back to gaze at her. Anticipation heated the blood in Jacob’s veins, the taste of her not forgotten. He stood a step closer and Vivienne’s expression flooded with desire.

With his palms on the wall beside her head, Jacob looked at her, making her wait, just a little longer. Then he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her jaw. Dropping lower, Jacob raked his tongue over the creamy mounds of her breasts.

Bending over, Jacob licked across her nipples, then sucked at them until they were red and distended. Vivienne panted softly and arched her back. He lightly bit each nipple, making her whimper for more. “Yes, baby. I like you needy.”

Getting on his knees, Jacob ran his palms down her ribs and kissed her belly. “You taste so sweet,” he said. “So sweet, it makes me want to devour you.” Vivienne shuddered.

Jacob reached behind to cup her lush ass. Holding tight, he bit over the creamy skin of her hips and vulva. Nipping lightly, he continued, across her low belly and the tender spot at the tops of her thighs, close to her sex. Vivienne panted louder, whining a little.

“It hurts, doesn’t it, baby? Didn’t I tell you pain was good?” Jacob knew the sharp tinge when he nipped at her skin was nothing compared to the torment because he hadn’t touched her clit. Relishing her agony, he stroked the tip of his tongue, up and down her inner thighs.

Vivienne moaned in a soft voice. “Jacob…”

“Look in the mirror, baby.” And she stared into the mirror behind him. Vivienne was so wet. Jacob didn’t need to touch to know that. Her muscles quivered as she watched him. The mirror was angled so she could see his ministrations.

Jacob spread her outer lips, and his cock hardened at the sight of her red, swollen pussy. “Beg me, baby. Beg me for what you want.”

Vivienne whimpered again. “Please, kiss me there.”

And Jacob did. He kissed over her wet slit, then dipped his tongue inside her, tasting her sweet cream. “You are delicious,” he said. “Do you see in the mirror? Do you see my mouth on you?”

“Yes.”

“And you…do you see how turned on you are, baby?”

There was no reply, but Vivienne panted faster. Jacob pressed his palms to the front of her thighs to hold her against the wall. Then he sucked lightly at her clit, until she started to shake. Jacob pulled back. “More?”

“Oh, God.”

“How do you ask, baby?” Jacob would teach her.

“Please…please.” Vivienne moaned again, and panted louder.

“Please what?”

“Give me…let me…” Vivienne’s legs shook and her belly tightened. She was close. Her toes curled against the wooden floor.

Jacob blew on her nerve-wrought tissues. “Beg me.”

“Please make me…come…Jacob.”

The desperation in her voice made Jacob’s cock lurch. He flicked his tongue over her clit once, then again. “Watch in the mirror, baby.” And he glanced up to see Vivienne riveted to the reflection of Jacob’s mouth on her.

With his thumbs, Jacob rubbed her outer lips and swirled his tongue around her clit, giving her no choice but to come. He kept a steady rhythm, and within seconds, Vivienne cried out. Her body shuddered, and her legs quivered.