Daring Confessions (Bend To My Will #10) (3 page)

Slowly at first, Jacob used the swing to rake her pussy over his cock. Back and forth, then back and forth, until Vivienne was lightheaded with the sensation. With each oscillation, his cock seemed to stretch her a bit more as it swelled inside her.

Gripping the chains, Jacob swung her faster, his cock plunging then pulling back. Vivienne’s muscles tensed, but she held her climax in check. She didn’t have permission to come, and knew better than to cross that line.

Using the swing apparatus to leverage her body, Jacob fucked her hard. With each sweep, he pounded into her. “You’ll take it, Vivienne. You’ll take all I can give.”

Jacob’s harsh tone and ultimate control of her pushed Vivienne into a sense of euphoria. She wanted to submit, craved being taken, and relished any torment he might impose. She wanted to please him, and knew she was.

Yet keeping quiet wasn’t an easy task. Vivienne bit her lip to hold back exclamations of pleasure, and focused on Jacob’s washboard abs as she whipped toward him. The momentum of the leather swing added force to each stroke, making Vivienne feel floaty, as if she wasn’t in her body. Yet every tiny sensation was more intense.

Jacob’s breathing was heavy, his moans deep, and the raw virility of the scene made Vivienne’s arousal spiral out of control. She panted rhythmically, and as quietly as possibly, not wanting to risk his displeasure.

“Look at me, Vivienne.”

When she looked up, Jacob’s deep blue eyes were filled with emotion. She gasped involuntarily as he shoved the swing away, then yanked it toward him. “I’m going to come inside your sweet pussy, Vivienne.” He seemed to grind out each word, his voice coming from deep in his throat.

“You are allowed to come.” Through his heavy panting he added, “And you can make as much noise as you like.”

Ecstasy washed through Vivienne at his generosity; she had permission to climax. She watched his biceps flex as he worked the swing. Jacob tipped his hips forward so that when he plunged into her, the angle stimulated her clit. All Vivienne’s muscles tensed, and her belly flattened.

A light sheen of sweat glistened on Jacob’s forehead, and his smooth skin was taut over his honed muscles. He was a damn sexy sight. Vivienne moaned in a shrill voice, just as his cock pulsed against her inner walls.

Jacob moved the swing with powerful motions as he released into her. The feel of his climax shattered Vivienne, and she came apart. Crying out, she fell into the grip of an all-consuming orgasm. The delicious waves undulated through her body, bringing sweet satisfaction along with them.

When Vivienne relaxed, Jacob stilled the swing. He leaned over with his head on her shoulder. “Goddamn it, baby.” He lifted his head to kiss her. “You’re a sex goddess.”

Pride swept over Vivienne, making her smile.
I love you, Jacob
. But she didn’t say it; she barely had the strength to breathe, much less move or speak. She overflowed with a rush of endorphins, and felt an intimate connection with Jacob.

Vivienne was more in touch with her sexual nature and desires than ever before. The swing had allowed for a new level of submission, causing her to reach deeper inside, and open to urges that had been too long repressed. Vivienne wondered if there was any limit to what she could experience with Jacob, and even more…she looked forward to finding out.

Chapter 4

Jacob’s birthday followed by the weekend with Vivienne was memorable. He couldn’t recall spending time with a woman, doing nothing in particular, and enjoying it so much. Then there had been the playroom scene.

It had been more advanced play, because the sensation of being suspended was intended to give Vivienne an increased sense of vulnerability. Plus it had been a huge turn-on for Jacob. Now that they’d tried it with such success, that swing would get used more often.

During that week at work, Vivienne wasn’t far from Jacob’s mind, and memories of their recent time together made him feel pretty damn good. It was a new feeling, but one he embraced without reservation…at least for now.

Vivienne’s confidence in him, her courage and trust in the playroom allowed Jacob freedom of emotion in a way he hadn’t known was possible. He was unaccustomed to it, but didn’t reject it. His desire for her superseded any misgivings he harbored, which, much to his amazement, had faded into the background.

Jacob stepped into a familiar pattern at Rinaldi of coordinating with Meg, meeting with his managers, and overseeing the company’s operations. The new imports were starting to arrive, and established connections were still coming through with some notable vintages.

His only cause for concern was rumblings among the distributors, as there was some lingering controversy about going direct to suppliers and cutting out the importers. Jacob knew that would die down, as it wasn’t feasible, unless someone was keeping the subject alive. He hoped to learn more about that soon, as his investigations unit was working to track down the source of the issue.

A surprise distracted Jacob from his importing business. Walsh came to his office with some distressing news. His investigator tossed a letter on his desk with a sigh of frustration.

“Milo Jenkins had this delivered.” Walsh leaned back in his chair. “I took the liberty of looking into it while you were in your meeting this morning.”

Jacob frowned. Vivienne’s
ex-customer
had resurfaced. Sending a threat was a foolish move. “He really thinks he can extort money from me?”

Knowing Jacob didn’t expect an answer, Walsh waited.

“I anticipated something like this,” Jacob said, shaking his head. “So if the man thinks he’s catching me unaware, he’s wrong.”

Walsh nodded. “True.”

“There are good people and bad people, Walsh. And you have to know who is who.” Jacob knew Milo’s personality type, the self-destructive egotist, so he had predicted that his earlier warning wouldn’t be sufficient to deter Milo from his unsavory path.

“It looks like he drafted this letter himself. It’s fairly amateurish.” Jacob stared at the short correspondence, then read the final line: “‘I won’t pursue action against you, in exchange for a reasonable settlement amount.’”

Walsh rolled his shoulder. “It’s not a valid legal action.”

“No, it’s supposed to intimidate me.” Jacob huffed. “I’ll take care of this.”

“As you say, Jacob. Let me know if you need anything else on my end.” Walsh stood and turned to leave.

“I’ll get back to you on the resolution,” Jacob said, then picked up his phone. There was no sense in delaying. Milo would continue with his antics until he was forced to stop, which wouldn’t be long if Jacob had his way.

*****

Jacob arranged a meeting with Milo, but it wasn’t for the purpose the guy thought. Rinaldi Imports had worked with the same law firm for many years, and they offered their conference room to Jacob without hesitation. He’d informed them that he might call his attorney in, but it probably wouldn’t be necessary.

When the receptionist brought Milo back to the conference room, Jacob didn’t bother to stand up. “Sit down, Milo.”

The man was dressed in a suit and tie, ready for negotiation, but he looked a bit rough around the edges. And Jacob knew why. Milo was a man used to having money, but he was a gambler and desperate to pay debts he’d incurred.

Milo Jenkins was sliding down a slippery slope, and now he’d made the boneheaded move of choosing Jacob for an enemy. But knowing better than to trust an immoral man, Jacob had hedged his bets.

“Are you going to offer me coffee?” Milo said, with an arrogant look.

“No, I won’t offer you anything, Milo. You’ve pushed your luck and you’re about to see just how far.” Jacob glared at him, annoyed that the man was usurping his valuable time.

“I think you will,” Milo said, tipping his chair back.

This was going to be fun. “And why would I do that?”

“Just like I said in the letter,” Milo said. “You waited for me outside my office and physically shoved me against the wall. That’s assault, Jacob. And you threatened me. Shall I go on?”

“No, you’re boring me.” Jacob sipped his coffee, as if to make his point.

“I’m not asking for anything unreasonable.” Milo looked a bit worried now.

“Just enough to pay your most recent gambling debt, I imagine.”

Milo actually looked insulted. “What I use it for is none of your business. But if you don’t cooperate, I will go to the press, which will be bad for your reputation. I’m considering taking legal action, and I’ll involve Vivienne. After all, I was a customer of hers when all of this started. And our first confrontation was outside her shop.”

Jacob’s blood boiled. As far as he knew, Milo hadn’t been back to the shop or approached Vivienne since he’d warned him not to. But the suggestion that the man would drag Vivienne through any sort of conflict elicited rage. If this creep kept it up, he might suffer the consequences of angering Jacob.

Jacob clenched his jaw. “But you won’t do that, Milo.”

The look in Jacob’s eyes must have been a warning, because Milo uttered his next statement with some trepidation. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ll tell you why, Milo.” Shoving his chair back, Jacob stood up. He leaned against the window, towering above the other man. “It isn’t the first debt you’ve scrambled to cover, is it?”

“I’m not telling you anything. My private life is not your business.”

Jacob laughed. “Oh, yes, it is. I made it my business, Jenkins. And do you know what I found out?”

Milo was smart enough to keep quiet.

“You have a continuous stream of debts, and you bleed money from your company to cover them. Only you were running out of money, weren’t you?”

Milo’s eyes widened, but he didn’t argue.

“So your strategy was to sell off parts of your hotel business, and steal those funds to cover your mistakes,” Jacob said. “And it might have worked, except for one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I kept an eye on you, and when the pattern became clear, I stepped in. You sold off chunks of stock to several different companies. But you were so desperate to get the funds that you didn’t do your due diligence. And that was an error in judgment.”

Milo’s expression revealed that he was beginning to understand, and feared what Jacob would say next.

“The companies you sold to were really business entities that I had my attorney set up for that purpose,” Jacob said. “I’ll cut to the chase. Over and over, you sold stock to entities that I own, and now, Milo…I own
you
.”

The man looked at him in disbelief. “It can’t be.”

“Oh, but it’s true. I am a majority stockholder in the company you inherited from your father, and now I call the shots. Let me tell you how it’s going to play out.”

Any haughtiness the man had exhibited had vanished, replaced with a look of pure horror.

“I don’t want your money, Milo, nor do I need it.” Jacob paced in front of the window. “And I would have left you alone, provided you didn’t bother Vivienne any further. And if you hadn’t posed such a ridiculous threat in your letter to me.”

Milo swallowed hard.

“But since you didn’t heed my earlier warning, I’ve taken action.” Jacob would particularly enjoy telling Milo this next part. “I’ll skip the sordid details about the women you’ve mistreated since we last spoke, although I know about your transgressions in great detail. Your behavior was despicable, and I think you need to make amends.”

“How am I going to do that?”

It was interesting that the guy didn’t defend himself against the accusations, as much as admitting they were true. He couldn’t have denied them anyway, as Jacob had evidence Walsh had provided to him over the months.

“I have pulled a sizable sum of cash out of your company’s assets, and I’ve donated the money on your behalf, knowing you might not get around to it. I have a legal fund called Women Fighting Back—a very apropos name, I must say.”

Jacob paused to make sure Milo was paying attention. “The fund assists women to take legal action against their abusers. It would be ironic if one of the women you hurt sued you using funds from your own company.”

Milo appeared riveted, and was listening to every word.

“But I digress,” Jacob said. “Your company is on shaky ground, which was to be expected with the way you drained it. I don’t care that the stock I hold isn’t worth much now, because whatever was left went to a good cause.”

“You can’t take my company.”

“I could, Milo. But I don’t want it,” Jacob said. “I’ll tell you what I do want. I want you to back off…permanently.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

Jacob crossed his arms. “I suggest that you work for a change. You can get an entry-level job at your company, proving that you’ve earned any advancement as you go. I’ve taken measures to ensure that you have no management power, so you won’t be able to walk back in and take over.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“Reform is usually a hard pill to swallow,” Jacob said. “And for all I care, you can continue the way you have been, gambling away every penny that falls into your lap. But I hold the upper hand now, Milo. You won’t have the means to attack me, or to bother Vivienne.” He paused. “And I don’t tolerate abusing women. I’d keep that in mind, if I were you.”

Milo didn’t reply.

“Now. Get out.” Jacob pointed to the door, and watched Milo slowly rise then walk toward the exit. He glanced back once, and opened his mouth as if to speak, but he didn’t. Instead he left without a word.

Jacob turned to look out the window. Milo was a weasel, a weak example of a man, and a coward who got his jollies out of mistreating women. He was lucky that money was all that Jacob took from him.

For some reason, Daniel Kenyon, the other thorn in Jacob’s side, came to mind. Handling Milo was child’s play compared to what an attack on Jacob or his company from another major importer would be like. Oddly enough, it was Kenyon’s parting comment at the association meeting that had prompted Jacob to step up investigation of both his enemies.

Milo wouldn’t be back for more. He wasn’t likely to rebound. But Kenyon was still out there. If only handling Daniel Kenyon was that direct. His last words to Jacob had been an accusation: “
You are guilty of much worse than I am
.” It had been too quiet lately, with no indication of what Kenyon was planning.

Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good, which was why Jacob had increased his investigation team’s resources. He had pulled out all the stops on uncovering Kenyon’s strategy to bring down Jacob, along with his company. The asshole had assumed Jacob was more gullible than he was, but he wasn’t about to sit and wait for the attack to come. Jacob was on the offensive, just like he’d been with Milo, and he trusted that it would pay off.