Intimate Kiss (Bend To My Will #3) (9 page)

Jacob ran his fingertips along Vivienne’s jaw, then traced her lower lip with his thumb. When annoyed her cheeks flushed, which made him want her even more than he already did. “Dress sexy,” he said, watching Vivienne’s eyes flare with desire. “I’ll pick you up at six.” Then Jacob left, not wanting to press his luck.

Chapter 9

The next evening, Vivienne went straight home from work to get ready for dinner with Jacob. If sexy was what he wanted, then she would accommodate. The emerald-green dress that she’d bought for the trip to Paris would be perfect, and it would be her first chance to wear it.

The satin brocade was classy, and the cutout in back would entice Jacob. It was also low-cut enough in front to tease him. The dress hugged her hips, the hem hitting mid-thigh, making it a good choice. Her sterling-silver hoop earrings were a nice touch.

The shoes were what really did make the outfit. While shopping in Paris, she had fallen in love with a pair of high heels. Vivienne had to have them, despite the price. Now she was glad she’d made the purchase. They were silver-beaded three-inch heels, and although she saw them as romantic, Jacob would certainly find them sexy.

Vivienne dabbed Joy at all of her pulse points. It was appropriate, since it was her most expensive perfume, the one Jacob had given to her as a gift. She checked her hair, and was satisfied. It was pulled up in glittery combs with a few loose tendrils, which was a sensual look.

There were still a few minutes before Jacob would arrive, so Vivienne slipped on her high heels and practiced walking. The lovely shoes sparkled with each step, making her feel like a fairy princess. But the role of
prince
was one that Jacob resisted.

The last couple of weekends had been tantalizing. Jacob continued to enlighten her on the pleasures of the playroom, and Vivienne was hooked. She couldn’t imagine being without such temptations, now that she’d had a taste. Each new challenge only deepened her addiction.

On the bookshelf was a heavy dictionary. Vivienne flipped it open to the place she had marked. Wedged between the pages was a flower from the bouquet Jacob had given her on that first real date. She carefully lifted it and held it in her palm.

The wildflower was lovely, even crushed and dried. Giving her the bouquet had been a romantic gesture, although Jacob wouldn’t admit it. In some ways, he was a romantic, but he strove to hide that sensitivity. Yet Vivienne saw into his heart, and knew there was more to Jacob Rinaldi than forbidden sexual pleasures.

But it haunted her that Jacob hadn’t kissed her yet. Vivienne was at a loss to make sense of that. He had done nearly everything else but that. His lips had touched every inch of her body, or so it seemed. She longed for him to touch his lips to hers, like he really meant it.

The couple of times Vivienne had brought it up, Jacob just brushed it aside. He reminded her that the playroom was for their mutual sexual pleasure, and not to be mingled with romantic notions. Apparently, one hot kiss from Jacob would steal her heart.

If that were so, then Vivienne couldn’t wait for that kiss. If there was any chance that Jacob
would
kiss her that way, anyway. She couldn’t bear to think about it. The truth was that she wanted more, which seemed greedy, considering how Jacob already treated her.

Vivienne did try to see it his way, and to keep her emotions separate. That wasn’t as simple as he would have her believe. She felt what she felt, and in the playroom, emotions ran high. How she was supposed to feel the physical pleasure only, and not fall for him, was beyond her.

There was no way to express her deeper emotions, because Jacob rejected the confession before she voiced it. Knowing in advance that he would admonish her for confusing sex with love, Vivienne had held back. Yet when she thought of Jacob, her heart swelled with emotion she was unable to put aside.

Gently, Vivienne slipped the wildflower between the pages and closed the heavy book. She sat in a chair by the window and admired her shoes. The glittery high heels made her happy. They seemed magical, and she could use a little of that.

When the bell rang, Vivienne jumped, even though she’d been expecting it. Her heart pounded as she walked toward the door. It didn’t matter how often she saw Jacob, she didn’t take him for granted. He made her heart throb as much now as he had the first time she’d seen him.

The instant Vivienne opened the door, Jacob stepped inside. “Wow, you are stunning,” he said. “Spin around for me.”

After one spin, Jacob put his arms around her. “Absolutely. Stunning.” He released her and glanced down. “Sexy shoes.”

“I thought you’d like them.” Vivienne turned one ankle to the side to give Jacob a better view. The special shoes glittered under the lights.

Jacob looked at the shoes, then his gaze traveled up her legs to her hips, and finally her breasts. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Vivienne batted her lashes. “I have
some
idea.”

When they went to the lobby, Jason was still on duty. “Nice dress,” he said, with a little whistle.

“Thank you,” Vivienne said, and Jacob put his hand around her waist to guide her out the door.

“Have a nice evening,” the doorman called as they exited the lobby.

It was certainly starting out that way. Vivienne slid into the back seat, and Jacob followed. The driver didn’t need instructions, and just pulled away, heading for the restaurant. “I’m looking forward to this,” Vivienne said. “I checked online and this chef apprenticed under a sushi master in Tokyo.”

“He is outstanding,” Jacob said. “I read his bio, and food has been a way of life for him. Growing up in Japan, he used to ride his bicycle and deliver fresh sashimi to neighbors.”

Vivienne enjoyed chatting with Jacob. It was one of those relaxed times on a romantic date. She shared a bit about the shop, but avoided discussion of her new online venture, not wanting to ruin the mood. Jacob had tended to get jealous recently, and since this was their time together, she preferred to steer away from sensitive subjects.

At the restaurant, they were seated in the main dining room. “The best experience is probably eating at the sushi bar,” Jacob said. “But I’d rather have more privacy tonight.”

Vivienne commented to the waiter about the décor, and was told, “It is intentionally sparse to act as a blank canvas on which the food will be allotted space to shine.”

They ordered sake with the meal. “I requested that Chef Masa serve us, and he has agreed,” Jacob said.

“He will do that?”

“Yes, it can be requested. Although he isn’t always able to do it.”

With the assistance of the waiter, they chose particular items from the menu. The chef came out, and spoke in a soft tone about each one as he placed it on the table. Each dish was a palate pleaser, beautifully presented. The exquisite food transcended mere eating, and was more like art.

Although simple in appearance, the cuisine was elegant in taste and texture. The staff quietly cleared dishes, walking about the tables with ballet-type movements. The crab was sweet and delicate in texture. The seaweed soup was delicious, and Jacob liked the saba enough to comment: “This smoked saba is brilliant. It’s non-traditional, but the flavors blend well. The smokiness is not overpowering.”

“You are more familiar with Japanese food than I am,” Vivienne said. “But I like the saba too. Have you been to Japan?”

“That’s one place I haven’t been,” Jacob said. “But I enjoy the food, and I’ve been to many fine restaurants. Still, this is one of the best.”

So far the evening had been the stuff of dreams, and Vivienne had the rest of the evening to look forward to. She wondered what Jacob had in mind for later, or if he’d planned ahead at all. The playroom wasn’t a date, so maybe he went along with the urges of the moment. If so, he was certainly good at improvising.

*****

After the meal concluded with white truffle ice cream, they left and went to Jacob’s penthouse. Vivienne was a bit giddy from the aesthetic dining experience, and felt high after only one glass of sake. Something about the anticipation of being alone with Jacob did that to her.

As soon as they were in the penthouse, Jacob kicked off his shoes and shed his jacket. Without looking at Vivienne, he said, “Go to the playroom and get ready for me.” Then he went toward the kitchen, leaving her to comply with his command.

Vivienne’s heels clicked against the floor as she walked to the stairs. Trembling slightly, she went up, unsure of Jacob’s mood. The evening had begun so well, and even as they devoured the succulent ice cream, he had seemed enthralled with her.

Jacob had watched her, with his eyes lingering on her mouth. He’d looked at her lovely dress, but Vivienne felt as though he could see through the material to her naked breasts. It was thrilling, and on the drive back, she expected him to release some of the pent-up desire.

Instead, Jacob had been silent, and hadn’t even touched her. He’d looked straight ahead, not acknowledging her. Vivienne had been more turned on as the evening progressed, and seated next to him in the dark back seat, her tense nipples had rubbed against her bra and her panties got wetter.

Yet Jacob seemed distant, unapproachable. And his command to go to the playroom was harsh. But Vivienne complied, wanting him and willing to submit. More than anything she wished to please him, finding that was her greatest satisfaction.

When she opened the door to the playroom, Vivienne heard music playing low. Jacob was able to control the sound system from downstairs, as well as in the room, and he’d chosen a sexy, somber tune. It was Prince singing “Darling Nikki.”

The recessed lights provided enough illumination. Vivienne crossed the room and stood in front of a mirror. The green dress clung to her figure, but it would be inadequate to protect her from Jacob’s ministrations. Clothing wasn’t allowed anyway. She slipped it off and hung it on a padded hanger in the closet.

Looking in the mirror, Vivienne studied herself for a moment. She wore a beige satin lace bra and panties, and the silver-beaded heels shimmered on her feet. Reaching up, she undid the sparkly clips from her hair, letting it fall onto her shoulders. Shaking her head to loosen her curls, she thought of Jacob.

Vivienne needed to get on with it, because if he entered and she wasn’t in position, there would be consequences. Yet she pondered his demeanor. He could be stern, even cold, under the right circumstances. But he had not hurt her, not really.

The bite of pain was part of sex play, and Vivienne found she liked it. But she had convinced herself that Jacob truly cared, and his intent was her satisfaction as much as his own. But his lack of warmth in the car, even once they entered his home, worried her.

Jacob was in some state of mind that she didn’t recognize. Yet she was supposed to give herself to him, submit to his will. Could she do that…no matter what he had in mind? Once again, Vivienne reassured herself that he wouldn’t harm her, not permanently.

What about temporary harm? Was that allowed? Vivienne brushed such thoughts aside and removed her bra, tossing it onto the top of a bureau, where she also placed her earrings. Reluctantly, she stepped out of the silver high heels, and carefully placed them out of the way.

The wood floor was cool under her feet. All that remained was the tiny strip of panties she wore. Looking at her face in the mirror, Vivienne was gripped by her reflection, noticing the color of her skin. It was not trepidation that caused the flush, but anticipation.

Grasping the elastic of her panties, Vivienne shoved them down and stepped out of them. Naked, she walked over to the rug and knelt as was required. Her nipples tingled in the ambient air, and her pussy dripped for the one man she craved.

It was a while before Jacob entered, and Vivienne’s longing for him made it seem even longer. When the door closed behind him, the lock automatically clicking into place, she breathed a sigh of relief. His presence was a comfort to her, though she remained on edge.

The music had grown louder, with one tune after another from a collection of deeply erotic selections. The songs had their effect, further escalating Vivienne’s arousal. She was a little nervous, doubting she would have the control Jacob demanded of her. When he stood over her, Vivienne’s pulse raced.

“Stand up, Vivienne.” The sharpness in his voice turned her on, for no reason she could think of.

When she stood, Jacob put his fingertips under her chin. “You may look at me,” he said. “And you may speak. We are going to do something new, but I feel you are up to it.”

Vivienne looked into his deep blue eyes, finding solace in the power she saw there. She couldn’t imagine what Jacob referred to, but prayed she was up to the task.

“You dressed very sexy tonight,” Jacob said. “That dress…and those shoes. You did as I asked, and I’m pleased.”

Pride filled her, but Vivienne didn’t say anything yet. She hadn’t pegged Jacob’s mood, and was a little unnerved. But when his eyes softened, she relaxed some. Although that didn’t last more than a couple of seconds.

In a stern voice, Jacob said, “Go over to the wall.”

Vivienne did so, then turned to watch him get undressed. His muscled chest made her want to run her fingers over the peaks and valleys of his chiseled form. When he pulled off his pants and briefs, her eyes went to his gorgeous cock, and her mouth felt dry.

Jacob came over to her and put his palm on her cheek. “I know I remind you each time, but use your safe word if you need to. I will guide you, but tell me if we need to slow it down.”