Deep Longing (Bend to My Will #4) (8 page)

That was a bit personal, but possibly Milo intended to purchase a bottle. “It’s Joy,” she said. Vivienne wore it during the week, because it reminded her of Jacob. He had given her a bottle as a gift, and the scent brought back memories of that day.

Milo leaned closer. “That suits you.”

Vivienne stiffened. “We aren’t talking about me, Milo.” She gave him a look, telling him to back off. “Would you like to test some other fragrances? I’m sure we can find one you like.”

Milo grinned. “I’ll buy that first one,” he said. “Since it’s a new one, I’m sure it will be suitable.”

While Vivienne wrapped the bottle in tissue paper and put it in a gift bag, Milo stared at her. It was annoying, but customers had done worse. She needed to conclude the sale, then he’d be on his way. Once she ran his credit card, Vivienne handed him the bag.

As he took it from her, Milo’s hand brushed hers, and his lascivious expression told her that it wasn’t accidental. Vivienne withdrew, and her tone was curt. “Will there be anything else?”

Milo leaned on the counter, with one arm on the glass. “Are you dating that guy that came by the last time I was in?”

“That’s not any of your business. I think it’s time for you to leave.”

Unaffected, Milo pushed away from the glass. “Thank you, Vivie. It’s always a pleasure to see you.”

Vivienne didn’t like his attitude. Customer or not, Milo’s behavior was unacceptable. Fortunately, it was rare that she was in the shop alone. His question about Jacob infringed on her privacy. He had called him
that guy
, which was demeaning. It ticked her off. Milo had better watch it, because Vivienne would only put up with so much, and the man was pushing it.

Chapter 8

It was Friday evening again, which had become one of Jacob’s favorite nights of the week. His deep longing for Vivienne could only be satisfied by her arrival at the penthouse, which he anxiously anticipated.

In each playroom scene, Jacob pushed new boundaries with Vivienne, pleased that she responded so well. And this night would be no different, as he had a new challenge in mind. He should have long ago distinguished between the intensity of the playroom and the frailties of the heart.

But Jacob hadn’t found the right time to broach the subject, or the correct way to phrase his concerns. Against his best judgment, he continued to escalate play and sensation, relishing Vivienne’s open expression of emotion. It excited him, and he was just greedy enough to continue in the same vein.

Usually on Fridays, they began with wine and dinner, and it would be the same tonight. Since he had sent the cook home early, they would have complete privacy, which was his preference. The meal of pork tenderloins and red potatoes was fully prepared, so it just had to be warmed prior to the meal. Jacob had a bottle of full-bodied Beaujolais open and left to chill in the wine cooler.

A noise in the foyer alerted Jacob to Vivienne’s arrival. Since she was expected, Jacob had told her to enter without ringing the bell. He walked toward the door, and opened his arms to her. Used to the casual dinners, she wore a light top with jeans and ballet flats.

Even dressed so comfortably, Vivienne gave a sense of class to the attire. The top draped over her breasts, their beauty evident if subtly disguised. The designer jeans hugged her long legs, making Jacob want to peel them off. The rhinestone headband was an added touch, giving her a more youthful yet sexy look.

When Vivienne fell into his arms, Jacob buried his face in her hair. She smelled of jasmine and rose, a perfume he recognized. The floral notes wafted about him, mingling with Vivienne’s own scent, giving Jacob the urge to forgo dinner and carry her up to the playroom straightaway.

When Vivienne pulled back and looked up, Jacob kissed her soft lips. He’d missed her, more than he could fathom. She was a little breathless when he released her, and her voice was throaty. “It’s so good to see you,” she said.

Jacob kissed her again, still fighting the urge to have her in the playroom without delay. “Let’s go sit in the music room,” he said. “I have some wine open, and we can relax in there for a while.”

Vivienne followed him to the wine chiller, where Jacob retrieved the wine and two glasses. They went to the other room, with her sensual scent pervading his consciousness, making him envision what was to come.

“Are you in a mood for rock?” Jacob said, watching Vivienne gracefully sit on the couch.

“Always.” Vivienne slipped off her ballet flats to dig her toes in the carpet. There was something so sensual about the way she did that.

Punching a button, Jacob started the music, which was a playlist of Foo Fighters, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and a few of his other favorites. He sat with his arm around Vivienne, enjoying the feel of her. Sipping the wine and listening to the music, sensation began to pound through him, although it wasn’t from either.

With Vivienne so near, the feel of her skin under his fingertips, Jacob’s arousal surged. It had been too many days since they had been together, too long since he had tasted her sweetness, and seen the flush of her skin. He shifted in his seat, struggling to endure the delay.

When Vivienne finished her second glass of wine, she slid up onto his lap, further stimulating him as her weight pressed against him. Vivienne dug her hands into his hair, her eyes glistening with a need he also felt.

“I may not be able to wait,” Jacob said.

“I’m not really very hungry…for dinner.” Vivienne’s meaning was clear, and the message well received.

“Dinner will keep,” Jacob said. “But I’m starved for you, baby.” He put his palm on her cheek. “Go and wait for me.”

Vivienne lingered a moment, looking into his eyes. Then she stood up and padded over the carpet to the door. Jacob watched her go, imagining her naked, as soon she would be. He listened to the music until the song finished, giving her time to prepare, then followed her upstairs.

The playroom’s diffused lighting added to the sensual atmosphere. The sight of Vivienne kneeling on the rug sent heat flooding through Jacob’s veins. Her posture indicated her submission to him; her nude form was his to take. Her willingness to concede power to Jacob intensified the thrill.

Vivienne had turned on some music, and the deep bass of the symphony filled the room. She didn’t look up when he entered, but remained still. Jacob undressed and tossed his clothes over a nearby chair. He was already hard for her, but part of the challenge was self-restraint.

Standing over her, Jacob reached out his hands. “You may stand,” he said, then assisted her to do so. “And you may look up.”

Vivienne’s green eyes glistened with desire, making Jacob even harder. “We haven’t used St. Andrew’s Cross before, but we will now.” Jacob watched her expression, but saw no trepidation there. “Go and stand with your back against it.”

Jacob drank in the sight of Vivienne’s fine ass as she stepped across the polished floor to the opposite wall. The cross was bolted to the wall for stability, and had a platform for each foot. Vivienne backed against it, placing her feet in position.

“You will give yourself to me, Vivienne,” he said. “You will give me your pain and your pleasure. Won’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Jacob locked the leather cuffs around her ankles, then secured the narrow belt around her waist. “Raise your arms,” he said. When Vivienne did so, he secured her wrists. She was spread-eagled over the cross, and secured to the pads that lined the metal structure.

When Jacob stood back, Vivienne’s gaze lingered on his thick cock. It was no easy task to forgo release, and he was tempted to take her right then. But that would defeat the purpose of binding her. Plus, he intended to see how she tolerated the play.

Reaching up to a rack on the wall, Jacob chose a crop. It had a long handle with a short rubber flap at the end about two inches wide. The implement was effective, if small. He placed the flat part of the flap under Vivienne’s chin, just so she could feel it.

“This crop will sting—its slaps border on pain,” Jacob said. “I will watch closely to ensure I don’t go too far.” He leaned close enough to feel Vivienne’s breath on his cheek. “But you must tell me if it’s too much. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Jacob stood back, dragging the crop along his thigh, letting Vivienne anticipate. She was so damn gorgeous bound to the cross, her creamy skin erotic against the brutal cross and leather cuffs. He could do with her as he wished, and she would allow it.

“You can make noise if you wish. In fact, I’m sure you’ll want to.” Jacob tapped the side of her thigh with the rubber flat. Then he did it again. From experience, he knew the sensation would gradually escalate, making Vivienne’s skin tingle all over, until she felt like she was floating.

Jacob watched her as he wielded the crop, aware of any changes, and ministering to her appropriately. At first, he slapped her thighs until she seemed to adjust to the feel. The tiny pink spots left by the crop were sexy, but they would disappear quickly.

With practiced flicks of his wrist, Jacob worked her over with the crop. As she acclimated to his rhythm, he altered the pace. Thus a tiny edge of fear crept into the process, since Vivienne didn’t know where or how hard he would slap.

The crop whipped against her arms and over her belly. Vivienne moaned and tossed her head from side to side. Her ragged breathing was a turn-on, but Jacob maintained control, not letting his arousal take over. Every part of her body was bared to him, unprotected from the sting of the tiny flap.

At one point, Jacob noted that Vivienne’s eyes glazed over. She was entering a new phase. He dragged the crop over the swell of her breasts, then gently slapped them. Vivienne panted harder. With precise motions, Jacob flicked the crop over her nipples, turning them bright red. The crop had worked its magic and Vivienne’s body had to be humming.

Jacob could tell by the color in her cheeks, the faraway look in her eyes, and the way she leaned into the crop instead of away from it. Then he pressed the flat part of the rubber against her vulva and held it there. Vivienne looked into his eyes, but didn’t question.

Drawing back, Jacob slapped her sex. Using swift, light strokes, he stung across her vulva and inner thighs. Vivienne made deep, sexy sounds in her throat and arched her back, pulling at the restraint around her waist. With the right pressure, Jacob slapped over the delicate skin covering her clit. It didn’t take much for the blow to vibrate through her.

Vivienne cried out, her pussy swollen and red. Jacob didn’t stop. Keeping a steady pace, he stung over her sex, in just the right spot. The sound of the flap as it clipped her tender skin was erotic, and the sight of Vivienne at his mercy pushed him to the edge.

Jacob stung her nipples twice more, then slapped the crop over her sex. Her muscles stiffened, her belly flattened, and her nipples distended. Vivienne whined in a high, shrill voice, then fell apart, letting the power of her climax take her. Jacob tapped her clit as the powerful waves crashed through her.

As Vivienne peaked, Jacob dropped the crop and knelt before her. Pressing his mouth to her sex, he felt the last orgasmic pulses against his lips. Dipping his tongue inside her, Jacob felt her heat, then he sucked at her sweet cream. When Vivienne slumped against the cross, he quickly undid the bindings and lifted her in his arms.

Vivienne’s eyes were closed, her breathing rapid. Jacob sat in an overstuffed chair and cradled her in his lap. He stroked her hair, holding her close. It was a while before Vivienne stirred. Jacob had no doubt that the strength of the experience would elicit equal emotion.

When Vivienne opened her eyes and looked up at him, she seemed far away. In a whisper, Jacob said, “I’m here, baby. Are you okay?”

There was no response, making Jacob fear that he’d pushed too far. Then Vivienne gave him a tiny smile and mouthed, “Yes, sir.” His heart swelled with pride. She’d done so well.

Jacob’s balls ached, his cock swollen and needy. Yet aftercare was his priority. When he guided Vivienne into intense sex play, it was his duty to care for her. It was an honor to accept the power Vivienne so willingly gave him, and Jacob valued such trust.

When Vivienne came back to herself and began to move, Jacob stood with her in his arms. He placed her on the bed against the pillows and went to get a tube of cream. Gently, he massaged some over her skin, noting that the redness had already dissipated. Still, the cream would soothe any irritation that remained.

While Jacob tended to her, Vivienne watched him, letting him apply the cream without comment. When he was done, he dropped beside her and reached out for her. Vivienne leaned into him, welcoming his embrace. Her breathing had steadied, and she seemed calm.

“Talk to me, baby,” Jacob said.

Vivienne looked up. “It was like I was in a cloud,” she said. “Just like you said, it was almost painful…but not quite.” She glanced away.

“What is it, baby?”

Vivienne looked back at him. She swallowed. “I liked it,” she said, “very much. Maybe too much.”

Jacob touched her cheek, and Vivienne rose on her knees. Seeming to come back to life all at once, she straddled him and fisted his cock. “Jacob,” she said. “I need you inside me.”

Bending low, Vivienne licked over his painful erection. Pre-cum dripped down the side and Jacob’s balls ached unbearably. She ran the tip of her tongue under the rim of his knob, then fisted him again while cupping his balls.

Rising up, Vivienne dipped the tip of his cock into her wetness. “Jesus, Vivienne.” Jacob grabbed her waist and lowered her over him. Her pussy tightened over him as he slid deep. “God damn it, you feel good.”

Encouraged, Vivienne pumped over him as Jacob rocked up into her. All the pain and delay welled up inside him, and he groaned loudly. Then he pounded up into Vivienne as she slid over his cock. The sound of her pussy slapping against him was Jacob’s undoing.

He’d had enough of delay, and the pleasure within his grasp overpowered him. Jacob gave in to its strength, and with Vivienne clenched tightly around him, he exploded inside her. Panting loudly, and groaning deep in his throat, all the sensation he’d held off swamped him.

Jacob came hard and long, stroking up into Vivienne long after his peak. When he sagged against the bed, Vivienne put her head on his chest. With her draped over him, satisfaction washed through his body, and Jacob closed his eyes.

In a whisper, he said, “You’re amazing, baby.” Jacob held her close, holding on to the moment. He cherished Vivienne’s submission and her passion. He was swept up by both, and denying their power was impossible. Where it would lead, Jacob couldn’t say. But he couldn’t conceive of abstaining, despite the emotional risk.