Eternal Love (Bend to My Will #11) (3 page)

Chapter 3

Vivienne had been out walking for hours, as she had a habit of doing lately. She had wandered the city streets until she was exhausted, but was unable to mute the ache in her heart. It had been weeks with no word, then suddenly there had been a stream of messages from Jacob.

She didn’t know what to think, what to feel. Vivienne hadn’t stopped loving him just because she hadn’t seen him in so many days. The love in her heart was forever, but that didn’t mean she could be with Jacob.

The one-sided romance hadn’t worked as she’d hoped. Although Vivienne had tried to put aside her dream of love, that hadn’t proved possible. She wanted more than just permission to love him; Vivienne wanted to be loved back. She knew that now, and couldn’t accept less.

She had failed to see how returning Jacob’s calls would do any good. Now there he was, as handsome as ever, sitting on her sofa. Vivienne forgot to breathe. “Jacob…” She wasn’t sure where to begin.

Vivienne was relieved to see him, but she couldn’t take any more heartbreak. “I’m surprised that Lana let you in.”

“She nearly didn’t.”

Jacob stood a couple of feet away, tempting her. But Vivienne cautioned herself to be strong. She didn’t know what Jacob could possibly say that he hadn’t already. Nor did she know how their lives could intertwine, considering the guilt he harbored. It all seemed so hopeless, yet looking at him, Vivienne prayed that she was wrong.

When Jacob sagged down onto the sofa, Vivienne sat in the chair across from him. “So, you’re here. What could possibly be so important? And why so many phone calls?”

Vivienne was doubtful, and thought it prudent not to let Jacob off easy. She knew that she wouldn’t survive getting back together, only to find it was a one-sided relationship like before, and hoped that wasn’t what he had in mind. The past weeks had given her time to consider everything. She couldn’t embrace a future without love, even if it meant a life without Jacob, the only man in her heart. It has been dishonest to think that she could.

“I need to talk to you, Vivienne.”

“We already talked.” Vivienne looked into his blue eyes for a clue about his intentions. “I can’t imagine there’s more you have to say.”

Jacob frowned at her chilly response, but he didn’t look away. “I do have something to say.”

“What could you say, Jacob? What could you possibly say that will change anything?” Vivienne’s heart wrenched. She hated that it was this way, but being apart had made her face the reality. “I know about your past, and you must know that I don’t share your view of it. I understand why you thought badly of your actions, yet I don’t see things the same way.”

Jacob let her continue.

“None of that has anything to do with
us
.” Vivienne took a breath. “You’ve closed yourself off to us having a future together.” She clutched the arms of the chair for support. “You have hardened your heart, because you were hurt so badly at such a vulnerable age.”

It felt good to tell Jacob how she felt, and to say what she hadn’t said before. “But there is no way I can fix that.” Vivienne gave a proud look, challenging him to prove otherwise. “So I don’t know what you have to talk to me about. I don’t know what could make a difference.”

The silence that ensued seemed like an eternity. Vivienne’s pulse pounded, although she made an effort to appear calm. She didn’t want to be vulnerable anymore, and she wasn’t going to compromise just to be together.

Jacob looked into her eyes, and despite her determination to be strong, she melted. Then he spoke, his voice laced with emotion. “I love you, Vivienne.”

She couldn’t believe that she’d heard correctly. Jacob had said he loved her. Could that be true?

Jacob reached out, and Vivienne took his hands. She sat on the sofa beside him, unable to respond. But he wasn’t finished. She listened, Jacob’s words sounding like poetry to her.

“Your passion stole my heart.” Jacob squeezed her hands. “And like a fire burning out of control…your love melted it.”

Vivienne had tears in her eyes.

“You had faith in me from the beginning, but I couldn’t reach through the darkness.” Jacob kissed her palm, and Vivienne’s heart raced.

“The purity of your love forged the path, but until today I doubted that I’d make it.” Jacob paused. “But I have.”

The separation between them dissolved.

“I love you, more than I ever thought I could love any woman.” Jacob put his palms on her cheeks, and looked into her eyes. “You have my heart…and my soul.”

Vivienne gazed at Jacob, searching for any sign of doubt. But she saw only sincerity, and knew with certainty that he meant every word. She didn’t know what had pierced the veil of darkness. It seemed like a miracle.

Jacob’s love meant everything to her. Vivienne had what she’d desired for so long. The black cloud that had hung over them lifted. She was utterly in love, and, much to her amazement, so was Jacob.

“I love you…with all my heart.” Jacob leaned close, touching his warm lips to hers.

“I love you too, Jacob.”

Pulling her into his arms, Jacob held her tight, and Vivienne didn’t want him to let her go. The future was ahead, and that included Jacob. All was right with the world. He dug his hands into her hair and kissed her deeply. Vivienne was overcome with longing, wanting only Jacob, and craving his love.

*****

Unwilling to separate, even briefly, Jacob took Vivienne back to the penthouse with him. They had the whole weekend, and he looked forward to being with her. The lure of the playroom was strong, and there was no need to resist.

Yet Jacob hadn’t given thought to the potent combination of sexual domination and being in love. Falling in love with Vivienne could make him less likely to subject her to the intense sensations, even pain that was required. He had to wonder about honoring her gift of submission, and whether he would lack control due to his heightened personal feeling for her.

At the penthouse, Jacob opened a bottle of wine and sat next to Vivienne in front of the fireplace. She slipped off her shoes and draped her legs over his lap. In a relationship such as theirs, communication was vital. Both of them needed to know what to expect.

Jacob put his hand on Vivienne’s thigh and sipped his wine. Her scent enveloped him, and the feel of her aroused him. “I’m in love with you,” he said, “and I want you to know it. It feels so right, and now I’m sure that it’s what I want.”

Vivienne put her hand over his. “You’ve made me so happy.”

“You know, it could be argued that love shouldn’t enter into a dominant/submissive relationship,” Jacob said. “A day ago, I would have argued that point.”

“And now?”

“I didn’t predict that this would happen.” Jacob lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Although I really should have.”

“I had nearly lost hope.”

“Yes, I know that now,” Jacob said. “In any relationship, some form of caring should be involved. But for a dominant, falling in love is often frowned upon.”

Vivienne furrowed her brow. “What does that mean for us?”

“We are in love…but I have no intention of giving up the playroom.”

“I couldn’t imagine,” Vivienne said. “Submitting to you is one of my greatest joys. Love can’t possibly take that away.”

“It will be a new challenge, loving you as much as I do, to take the power you willingly give…to be harsh when I need to be…to edge you toward pain. Your greatest pleasure is my focus, and the love I have in my heart will not preclude my domination…or making you submit as I desire.”

Vivienne reached out and touched his cheek. “Jacob…is the dominance about releasing your anger?”

“No, anger plays no part in sexual domination. It’s about pushing the limits of sexual pleasure; it’s an expression of passion.”

Jacob ran his thumb over her lower lip. “And it’s about love…the ultimate way to express it and to make it safe for you to submit completely, to experience without inhibition, and to fully trust.”

Vivienne’s lustful expression told him that she understood.

“I’m devoted to your pleasure. It’s all for you.” Jacob took their wine glasses and sat them on the table. Vivienne slid her legs off his lap, and he took her hand. “That’s what I want to do now,” he said, and she followed him up to the playroom.

Jacob had missed the intimate room, but had refused to go into it without Vivienne. Now she was with him. His heart soared, and the promise of her submission escalated his arousal. Once the door closed, his demeanor changed.

“Go over to the table, Vivienne.” He watched her walk over to it, then turned on some rock music. The lights were dim and the room was temperature controlled, allowing for a wide range of play. Jacob sat in a chair a couple of feet away.

“Take off your clothes.”

Vivienne began to undress while he watched. “And do not look at me or speak, unless I ask you a question.”

With her eyes cast down, Vivienne slipped off her sweater, then her slacks. She wore pink panties and bra, which Jacob found erotic. “I like the lace,” he said. “Nice touch.”

Without responding, Vivienne continued. She shoved her lacy panties down to her ankles then stepped out. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Naked, she stood before Jacob waiting for his next command.

“On your knees,” he commanded.

Vivienne dropped to her knees and got into position with her hands on her thighs. She stared at the polished floor. “Now, what shall I do with you, Vivienne?” His tone was rough, but he got no reaction from her.

“If you think I will go easy on you, you’re wrong. I will do with you as I wish.” Jacob’s pants were tight so he stripped them off, along with his shirt. His swollen cock ached for attention, just what Vivienne was going to give him.

Jacob went to the rack and retrieved a paddle. He dangled it in front of her eyes. “In case you have any idea of disobeying, let me remind you that I can and will punish you if necessary.”

Vivienne’s gaze took in the rectangular paddle.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

Jacob put the paddle aside, where he would have easy access to it. “Climb up on the table, Vivienne.”

Without looking up, she climbed onto the padded surface and Jacob went to get the rope. “Put your arms behind your back.” When Vivienne did so, he wrapped the rope above her elbows to bind her arms together.

Jacob stood back to look. Vivienne’s lush breasts were bared for his enjoyment, and her nipples were exposed. He reached out and pinched each of them until they were bright pink. That Vivienne offered no protest was satisfying.

“I want you to kneel, Vivienne.” She complied, and Jacob used another length of rope to tie her ankles together. She looked down at her lap, not daring to meet his gaze. “I like you bound for my pleasure, Vivienne. You aren’t going
anywhere
, are you?”

“No, sir.”

Vivienne’s voice was deep and sensual, turning him on even more. Pre-cum dripped over his knob, and he smeared it with his palm, then fisted his cock. The sight of Vivienne at his mercy was like a shot of adrenaline in his veins.

Jacob moved to the edge of the table. “Lean over and suck on me, Vivienne.” Her hair fell forward as she obeyed his command. The feel of her hot mouth made his blood burn like lava.

Vivienne sucked and licked over his shaft, pleasuring him as she knew how to do. Jacob moaned and arched his back, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. “I’m hard and achy, Vivienne. And it’s your fault. Do something about it, or I’ll have to punish you.”

With tiny flicks of her tongue, Vivienne teased him. The feathery touches drove Jacob crazy, but he didn’t admonish her. She held the wide crest in her mouth, pressing her lips under the rim. He groaned, which spurred her on.

Vivienne lowered over his cock, using more pressure, then pumped up and down, sucking hard. “Yes, Vivienne,” he said. “Harder.”

On command, Vivienne sucked with ferocity, and Jacob exploded, shooting his cum into her mouth. She sucked until Jacob moved back, and his cock popped out of her mouth. She looked so sexy with her lips swollen from satisfying him.

“Lean back a little.” Jacob put his hands on her shoulders so she would sit upright. “It’s my turn.”

Jacob leaned down to suck on Vivienne’s nipples. She tasted so sweet. He held her breasts in his palms and raked his tongue across her nipples, making her whimper. Then he bit them, making them swell and plump under his ministrations.

He raked his tongue over the swell of her breasts, then resumed sucking her nipples. Vivienne arched her back, pushing toward him. “You’re wet, aren’t you, Vivienne?”

“Yes…sir.” Her words came out in a gasp.

Jacob reached between her legs and stroked her wet slit. “I know how wet you are, and you’ll be even wetter before I’m finished.”

Vivienne whined softly when he plunged two fingers inside her. Jacob made a come-hither motion, rubbing his fingertips over her G-spot. Witnessing her distress turned him on, and he was ready for her again. “You’ve made me hard, Vivienne. What do you think we should do about that?”