Daring Confessions (Bend To My Will #10) (2 page)

Chapter 3

After sleeping late, Vivienne spent the day with Jacob. Although travel, gourmet restaurants, and other luxuries were enjoyable, staying at home together was just as good. It provided the opportunity to indulge in the amenities at the penthouse, as well as to spend time alone.

After a cup of espresso, they went to his fitness room, where Jacob pumped iron while Vivienne jogged on the treadmill. She wore earbuds to listen to rock tunes that got her blood pumping, and watched Jacob as he flexed his toned muscles.

Sweating and breathing hard, Vivienne considered enticing Jacob to fuck her on the chest-press bench. Even for her, that would have been kinky. But something in his eyes told her to wait, that he had something planned for later.

It impressed her how Jacob controlled her with just a look. Often his expression gave away his preference, letting her know if he was pleased or disappointed. Vivienne didn’t need to voice every thought to know that he understood.

Jacob took her to the shower, where they washed each other, taking their time. It was an unhurried day, an opportunity to savor each other. He aroused her, but left her dangling, as was sometimes his way. Pouring liquid soap in his palms, Jacob ran his hands over her body, paying attention to every dip and curve.

It was very sensual and romantic that Jacob took it no further. He could have, as Vivienne offered no resistance. But he was a master at building the tension until she could barely tolerate it, thus making the release all the more delicious. So Vivienne let him guide her, basking in the admiration Jacob showed her as his hands massaged her skin.

He allowed her to do the same for him, and before she was done, Jacob was hard for her. His blue eyes flared with lust, but he stalled, preferring their mutual delayed gratification. Vivienne would have been delighted to relieve him of the discomfort, but she could tell Jacob was into the sweet agony of waiting.

The weather was predicted to be cool and breezy, probably under sixty degrees. Vivienne dressed in corduroy pants and a fitted sweater, with boots handy in case they went out. Jacob was in a casual mood, and wore faded jeans with a thermal shirt. The sight of him in that shirt, his buff form stretching against the soft material, made Vivienne swoon.

“I’ll cook breakfast.” Vivienne opened cupboards until she found a skillet.

“We could go out.”

“I make a pretty mean omelet. Wait until you see.” Vivienne got as much pleasure from Jacob watching her as she did over cooking for him. It was a treat to do so; she’d forgotten how much she liked cooking.

While she whisked the eggs and chopped the vegetables, Jacob sipped on his second cup of coffee, hardly taking his eyes off her. Vivienne was fully clothed, and had an apron on, but she felt undressed. It was an exquisite feeling, as though he devoured her with his gaze.

By the time she slid the omelets onto plates and added the buttered toast, her nipples were stiff and her panties were wet. If things kept up like this, it was going to be a good day. They ate in the breakfast nook, opting for the cozier atmosphere over the formality of the dining room table.

“This is really tasty,” Jacob said through a mouthful of eggs. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I have my limitations, but there are a few things I do well.” Vivienne put jam on her toast. “But if you like, I could expand my repertoire.”

Jacob’s eyes sparkled. “I like the sound of that.”

“Speaking of food, is your cook still away?”

“Yes, for another week or so.” Jacob scooped another forkful of his omelet. “I don’t keep her busy full time, anyway, with being away so much, and eating out often.”

Once they were done eating, Vivienne cleared the table and put the dishes into the washer. Being domestic with Jacob had a comfortable feel. Continuing with the relaxed theme, they went to the music room.

Jacob had a new playlist that he wanted Vivienne to hear. She settled into the sofa cushion and rested her head against the back. The room was set up for the best acoustics, including the custom-paneled walls, giving the music a distinctive resonance.

They listened to a wide range of songs, everything from Death Cab for Cutie and Foo Fighters to Coldplay. With Jacob next to her, Vivienne felt like a teenager rocking out to popular tunes. They had the volume way up, and swayed with the rhythm or tapped their feet. Lost in the deep bass and fast beats, the hours slipped by without notice.

When Jacob finally turned off the music, the quiet of the room was dramatic. “I think I’m deaf,” Vivienne said. “But that was fan-tas-tic.”

Jacob reached for her hand. “Let’s go out for a walk and get some air.”

“Sounds good to me.” Vivienne leaned against his shoulder. “The brisk air will wake me up. Otherwise, you’ll have to put me down for a nap.”

Jacob laughed. “I don’t think you’d get much sleep.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” She batted her eyelashes, hoping to tempt him, but Jacob just kissed her cheek.

Vivienne grabbed a jacket and they took the elevator to street level. The freshness of the day inspired her. “I feel like I could walk the whole length of Manhattan.”

“But could you walk back?”

“Absolutely not.” Vivienne laughed, and Jacob joined in. She was a good walker, but not that good.

They didn’t make the thirty-two-mile trek around the island, but they did make it to Times Square. Adorned with billboards and advertisements, it wasn’t exactly a nature walk, but Vivienne found the buzz of Midtown exciting.

The area was also the hub of the theater district, a major center of the world’s entertainment industry. There was no way to be there without feeling the thrill. Jacob stopped at a food stand and bought empanadas, which they ate as they walked. The tasty treat was reminiscent of their trip to Argentina.

They walked until they tired of it, then returned to the penthouse. Jacob rummaged in his wine cellar to choose a bottle for the evening. “I’m looking for a special vintage.”

Vivienne followed as he walked through the room filled with racks of wine. They all looked special to her, but he seemed to be looking for one in particular.

“Ah, here it is.” Jacob pulled out an elegant bottle of wine. “This is a 2008 Bordeaux from the Médoc region.” He held it up so she could see. “This vintage wasn’t of the ultra-ripe, fruity persuasion, but more medium-bodied…great acidity, as I recall. I think you’ll like it.”

From the way he was lovingly cradling it, Vivienne was sure she would like it. She only drank expensive bottles with Jacob, but had grown accustomed to it. It was yet another way that he had spoiled her. If she went out with friends, she was forced to order a cocktail, knowing that whatever wine would measure up to her
new
standards would be out of her price range.

Before leaving the wine cellar, Jacob opened the bottle, and Vivienne selected two crystal glasses from the shelf. “Let’s drink out on the terrace.” She followed him out, and they sat in the light of the late afternoon sun to enjoy the red wine.

Vivienne took her shoes off and put her feet on Jacob’s thigh, feeling his lean muscle under his jeans. She sipped her wine. “This is delicious. You were right.”

“Yes, it’s held up well. It’s one we imported, and I put away a couple of bottles.”

The view of Manhattan was breathtaking. Vivienne didn’t seem to tire of it, and it was spectacular from so high up. She enjoyed her wine and the solitude with Jacob. Yet the atmosphere wasn’t tranquil at all.

There was too much sexual tension for that. Throughout the day, Vivienne’s desire for Jacob had escalated. Each innocuous activity, not usually prone to stir arousal, did so. Whether she was cooking his breakfast, rocking out to loud music, or strolling through the streets of the city, Vivienne was acutely aware of Jacob’s sexuality.

His presence made her blood heat and her skin tingle, even if they were doing nothing more than discussing the weather. It was how he spoke, the deep tone of his voice, the scent of his cologne, and so much more. Everything about Jacob turned her on, and it was increasingly difficult to subdue her urges.

It was no secret that Jacob felt the same. His blue eyes darkened, and his voice grew huskier as he was propelled further into the web of attraction. Vivienne was very much in tune with him, nearly able to read his mind when it came to what he wanted.

Yet Jacob was in no rush. He had a talent for making her wait, dangling her in a state of sexual excitement until she was ready to burst. But he did it so well, controlling her, guiding her. He even took time to order dinner from a fine restaurant that delivered.

The aroma of the herbs and spices enticed her, adding one more element to the sensuality that surrounded her, bringing her under Jacob’s spell. She watched him eat, wishing his lips were on her skin, and touched his thigh, hoping to encourage him to take her.

Jacob knew precisely what he was doing. His gaze drifted to her lips when she sipped her wine, and he watched her chew, making it an erotic act. The bulge in his jeans gave away that he was as affected as she was by the electricity between them.

Before Vivienne was halfway through her meal, Jacob dabbed his lips with a napkin and leaned back in his chair. His look was stern, his blue eyes piercing into her. “It’s been long enough. Go upstairs to the playroom, Vivienne, and get ready for me.”

Vivienne’s pulsed raced, and anticipation rose within her. She stood without needing to be asked again, and went directly to the playroom to prepare. As she stripped off her clothes, she wondered what Jacob had in mind, yet had no doubt that it would be challenging.

She knelt on the rug, naked for him and in position. Jacob didn’t keep her waiting for long. The door opened, the lights dimmed, and music began to play, a somber piece with heavy bass. The vibration radiated into Vivienne, the melancholy, sexual music enveloping her in eroticism.

She sensed right away that this was not a day to break the rules. Jacob didn’t speak to her, but stood over her, elevating the suspense. Vivienne swallowed but didn’t move. She awaited his command, feeling more submissive by the second.

“We are going to do suspension play,” Jacob said. “I’ve prepared a sex swing for you.”

Vivienne’s pulse rate sped up. She knew of suspension play, but also knew it could be dangerous. Jacob had told her that he had hard limits when it came to some types of it. But it seemed that he had found a way to safely engage.

“Stand up, Vivienne. But do not look at me or speak. You are here for
my
pleasure
.”

Vivienne stood up, but kept her eyes cast down.

“If I ask you a question you will answer,” Jacob said. “But otherwise, I expect silence…unless you need to say your safe word.”

Vivienne’s skin tingled and her clit tensed, but she didn’t make a sound.

“Do you understand, Vivienne?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Walk over to the swing and I’ll fit you into it.”

Jacob led the way. Near the back wall was a black leather swing, held up with heavy chains. It was attached to a strong metal lattice on the ceiling above. Vivienne took care not to look at Jacob, and maintained her silence.

He lifted her into the leather swing, which supported her underneath and all the way up her back to her head. The sight of the chains made Vivienne shudder, but she placed her trust in Jacob. He assisted her to put her feet in the two leather supports connected to the swing. Once in place, her legs were out straight, and could be spread apart at will.

When she bent her elbows, Jacob secured her wrists in leather cuffs, which were attached to the back support. There was no way to move or resist; she was completely at Jacob’s mercy. The mournful music filled the room, creating a provocative mood, while Jacob stood in front of her, his gorgeous cock catching her eye.

Jacob moved the swing back and forth, giving her the idea of what to expect. With such mobility, he had much leeway in his approach to her. Placing one palm on her inner thigh, Jacob traced a path up to her sex. Vivienne quivered but didn’t otherwise react.

“You are mine, Vivienne. And I’ve waited all day to fuck you. Now I will have you.”

Vivienne made a point not to look into Jacob’s eyes, despite the temptation. He wrapped his hands around the chains supporting the swing, pulling her close, and Vivienne forgot to breathe.

Jacob leaned forward and bit her nipples, but Vivienne didn’t cry out. The sharp pain felt good, and she hoped for more. He flicked his tongue around each nipple then sucked. It was as though a string was linked directly to her clit, as with each suck it tightened.

When Jacob let the swing fall back, the momentum gave Vivienne a thrill. The sight of his swollen cock made her sex clench, and she was acutely aware of her bound hands. Were it not for that, she might have reached for him, despite the consequences.

When the swing glided toward Jacob, he grabbed the chains to stop it. Then he angled his cock to her pussy and dipped inside. “Jesus, you’re so wet.”

When Jacob pulled on the swing, plunging deeper, Vivienne clenched her jaw to avoid whimpering. His cock filled her, and his heat made her a bit crazy. She tightened over him, holding on. But that didn’t work, because as soon as he pushed on the swing, she slipped back.