Deep Longing (Bend to My Will #4) (6 page)

Sophia looked interested. “Of course, my dear.”

“It’s just that I was wondering if there is a particular reason that Jacob supports this charity.” There. She’d said it.

A melancholy expression cast a shadow over Sophia’s face. “You mean, why is child abuse a special cause for him?”

“Yes, I’d like to know.”

“You’ll have to ask him, Vivie. It’s good of you to notice that this cause is close to his heart,” Sophia said. “When he’s ready, I’m sure he will tell you about it.”

Vivienne knew that was all she was going to learn from Sophia. She was Jacob’s mother, and it made sense that she wouldn’t reveal a story that he hadn’t shared yet. So the mystery remained. But Vivienne was grateful for the evening. Jacob had let her into his life, just a little bit more, and she was touched by his trust. And moved by the cause he supported.

Chapter 6

After saying goodbye to his parents, Jacob took Vivienne to the Rose Club for an after-dinner drink. He was glad his mother had urged him to attend the charity event. He had donated to the cause, just as Vico had. And his parents adored Vivienne, just as he had predicted.

The club was on the second floor, overlooking the lobby, and embodied the grandeur of the Plaza but with a bit of contemporary styling. The maroon velvet couches and chairs against the dark wood paneling looked elegant under the subdued lighting. Music played in the background, adding to the tranquil atmosphere.

They sat at one of the round tables in padded, high-backed chairs, and looked over the extensive list of signature cocktails. The waiter gave them a couple of minutes, then came by to take their order. “What may I get you?” he said to Vivienne.

“I’ll have the Apple Envy. The apple and cinnamon sounds like dessert,” Vivienne said.

Jacob looked up at the waiter. “And I’ll have the Whiskey Mac.”

“Thank you. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

When the waiter left, Jacob looked across at Vivienne. “I told you my parents would like you.”

“Yes, you did,” Vivienne said. “I had a chance to talk with Sophia quite a bit. She’s a wonderful woman. I hope to get together with them more often. Is there anything new with your father?”

“We just talked business.”

The drinks arrived quickly, and they each took a couple of sips. “How does that taste?” Jacob said.

“Absolutely decadent.”

In the low lights, Vivienne had an angelic look. Her blond hair was swept up on one side, and the sparkles on her dress glimmered. Jacob crossed one ankle over the opposite knee and adjusted his watch on his wrist.

Vivienne gave him a lustful look. “Nice watch.”

Jacob lifted his wrist to look. “Glad you like it.”

After a moment, Vivienne looked at him as if she wanted to say something. Jacob raised one brow.

“Can I ask you something?”

“About my parents?”

“No,” Vivienne said. “I’m wondering why the child abuse cause is important to you,
personally
?” She paused. “I asked Sophia.”

“What did my mother say?”

“Sophia said to ask you. She didn’t share anything,” Vivienne said.

Jacob hesitated. Since he had brought her to the event, it was a fair question. “Child abuse is a special cause to me,” he said. “Let’s just leave it at that.” Unwelcome memories threatened to surface, but he pushed them back down into the recesses of his mind where they belonged.

“I wish you’d tell me more.”

“I’ve told you…I’m damaged from within,” Jacob said. “The less you know, the better.”

“What are you protecting me from, Jacob?”

“The
darkness
,” Jacob said, not wanting to go into detail, and hoping that satisfied her curiosity. When he looked into Vivienne’s beautiful green eyes, he saw only innocence. “I won’t allow any harm to come to you,” he said. “Not if I can help it. And some things you’re better off not being a part of.”

Vivienne sighed, then took another sip of her drink.

“But I have a surprise for you,” Jacob said.

“You’re changing the subject?”

“Yes, I’m changing the subject.” Jacob reached across the table and took her hand. “We’re staying at the Plaza tonight.”

“You’re kidding. But…”

“Have you stayed here before?”

Vivienne shook her head. “No, I haven’t.”

“I think you should. It will be like an overnight vacation, just the two of us,” Jacob said.

Vivienne smiled. “You know I’m not going to say no to that.” She wrinkled her brow. “I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“I had the room stocked with everything I thought you’d need: robe, toothbrush, makeup. I even had the personal shopper get something for you to wear in the morning.”

“You are good at guessing my size.” Vivienne referred to the dress he’d given to her for one of their first dinners.

They finished their drinks, then Jacob took Vivienne’s hand and headed toward the elevators. He had reserved a two-level suite on the twentieth floor, overlooking a private courtyard and 58
th
Street. There was a terrace off the upstairs bedroom that they could enjoy in the morning.

For the rest of the evening, Jacob had plans, and not having access to the playroom wouldn’t hamper them at all. He wanted Vivienne to himself, and was glad the luxury suite was only a few floors up. They entered the suite, and Vivienne looked around. “Lovely,” she said.

Jacob pulled her into his arms, then kissed her deeply. She tasted of apples and cinnamon. “Vivienne.” His voice came in a whisper, breaking the silence. He kissed her again, longer this time, raking his tongue along hers, and drinking her in.

When he pulled back, Jacob took her hand to lead her upstairs. The room was decorated in grays and blues, softly illuminated by recessed lighting from above. The sheets on the bed were turned back, and the pillows fluffed. At the foot of the bed was a long padded bench.

Vivienne kicked off her high heels and buried her toes in the thick carpet. Jacob followed her lead, and removed his shoes, socks, jacket, and tie. For the moment, he left the watch on, knowing she liked it. “Take off your clothes, Vivienne.”

The command seemed to turn her on, as her eyes glistened and her lips parted. Jacob stepped over to unzip the sparkly dress and slip it off her shoulders. Vivienne let it drift down her body and stepped out of it.

Gently, she removed her necklace and the clip from her hair. Jacob took off his dress shirt while he watched her, then put his watch on the nightstand. He enjoyed seeing Vivienne undress. She did it almost shyly, despite the intimacy they shared. It made his cock hard to see her gently unclasp her bra and slip it off.

Jacob took off his pants. His erection strained against his briefs, so he pulled them off too. His eyes followed Vivienne’s movements as she grasped the elastic of her panties and lowered them to her ankles before stepping out.

“You’re beautiful,” Jacob said. “So beautiful.”

In the light, Vivienne’s blond hair shimmered and her flawless skin begged for his touch. Her lush breasts and stiff nipples made his mouth water. “I’m going to tie you up, Vivienne.” The look in her eyes made his balls ache.

Jacob went to the drawer to retrieve the emerald-green rope. It was made of soft cotton, as the main purpose was artistic. He stepped in front of Vivienne and stroked her cheek with the bundle of rope.

“It’s called rope bondage,” Jacob said. “The rope is tied in a pattern over your body, creating an erotic image. It’s the look that’s sexy, as well as the fact that you’ll be bound for my pleasure.”

Vivienne quivered, turning him on more. “Lie on the bench,” Jacob said, “on your back.” He pulled the bench away from the bed so there was plenty of room.

When Vivienne got into position, Jacob took a moment to look at her, memorizing how she looked. He guided her to slide down the bench until the backs of her knees were at the end and her feet on the floor. Her head was fully supported.

“You’re wet, aren’t you, baby?” Jacob stroked his fingers along her wet slit, then slipped them in his mouth to suck off her sweet cream. She tasted as sweet as she looked. “Spread your knees,” he said, and Vivienne did so. With her arms at her sides and her feet apart, Jacob began tying her to the bench.

“I’ve had some practice at this. I chose this rope because it matches the green of your eyes,” Jacob said.

Vivienne licked her lips and watched him secure the rope. But she did not object.

“It won’t be tight, and this is cotton rope, so it won’t chafe,” Jacob said. “The point is the beauty of the result.”

Methodically, Jacob tied the rope over Vivienne’s body, creating diamond-shaped patterns. Her feet were secured to the base of the long bench, and the rope wound over the top of her thighs, keeping her apart for him.

At her breasts, Jacob draped the rope back and forth so it looked like a bra without cups. The taut rope accented her breasts, so they were more prominent. Vivienne’s arms were bound to her sides. The end of the rope lightly crossed her shoulders before Jacob secured it underneath. He stood up to admire the effect.

Vivienne’s blond hair cascaded over the velvet bench, and her green eyes glistened, appearing greener against the bright green rope. Her skin looked delicate in contrast to her rough binding. The sight of her bound, and at his mercy, was erotic.

“I like you that way,” Jacob said. “You’re so gorgeous, restrained for my pleasure.” He straddled the bench, standing over her. Vivienne’s gaze fell on his hard cock. “You like that?”

Vivienne’s voice was deep and sexy. “Very much.”

Leaning down, Jacob covered her mouth with his, and kissed her with fervor. Vivienne kissed back roughly, and tugged at his lower lip with her teeth. He plunged his tongue into her hot mouth, raking it over hers, devouring her.

Pre-cum seeped out the top of his swollen knob, and Jacob fisted his cock, smearing the wetness over the head. Then he bent slightly, touching the tip to Vivienne’s perfect lips. She kissed then licked his heat, before parting her lips invitingly.

Jacob dipped the purple knob into Vivienne’s mouth so she could suck on it, which she did so well. But her action quickly brought Jacob too close, and he pulled away.

“You’re so good,” he said. “But you’ll have to wait.”

Moving down, Jacob hovered over Vivienne’s thighs, and she began to softly pant. He reached up and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, loving how the rope tie made her breasts stick out for him. Then while flicking her nipples with his fingers, Jacob reached between her legs and massaged her clit.

Jacob knew it wouldn’t take much. That was the idea. Vivienne’s eyes glazed over and she began to whimper. “You have no choice, baby,” he said. “I’m giving you no choice.”

With his thumb and forefinger, Jacob pinched her clit, while continuing to massage her breasts. Vivienne whined in a shrill voice, then came apart. Watching her climax while tightly bound pushed Jacob to the precipice. Yet he held back, knowing the delay would make it even better for him.

Vivienne’s breathing was ragged, her skin flushed. “I didn’t think you could be more beautiful,” Jacob said. “But you are.”

Vivienne’s body relaxed against her restraints, and Jacob knelt beside her to kiss the tender spot under her jaw. Then he licked over the creamy mounds of her breasts, avoiding her sensitive nipples. “I’m not done with you,” he said.

Kissing over Vivienne’s exposed skin, Jacob let his mouth drift down to her belly and then across her bare vulva. His hot kisses worked their magic, and he sensed that Vivienne was becoming aroused again.

“You don’t know what you’re capable of,” Jacob said, then moved to the end of the bench.

When Jacob placed his hands on her inner thighs, Vivienne’s eyes widened. “You cannot resist me, baby…tied up as you are.” To make his point, he ran his palm over the green rope wrapped over her thigh. “And that puts me in control.”

Jacob stroked the back of his hand between her legs. “Your lovely pussy,” he said. “It’s pink and swollen…so sexy.” He spread her outer lips with his fingers and leaned in to lap at her cream. Vivienne’s scent spiraled Jacob’s arousal, as he ravenously sucked her pussy.

“You taste so good…so sweet.” Jacob felt her tremble against his lips. “And you’re going to come again, even if you don’t think you can.” He dipped two fingers inside and sucked gently at her clit. Jacob had no intention of showing mercy, but wanted Vivienne to climax intensely, almost violently.

Vivienne’s body shuddered and she cried out. With his lips over her clit, Jacob felt the pulses of her orgasm, and pressed his mouth to her until after her peak. God, she was hot. Panting loudly, Vivienne gradually regained composure. “Jacob…” She said it as a plea, with a tone of gratitude.

Momentarily drained, Vivienne calmed. But not for long. Jacob needed her more by the second, and he didn’t intend to wait. He knelt between her legs, his cock positioned at the right height. Grasping the base of his cock, Jacob fisted it hard then touched the tip to her wet tissues.

Vivienne gasped. “Oh, God.”

Jacob dipped an inch deeper, feeling her strong inner muscles clench over him. “You’re so tight. I want you wrapped around me, baby.” He pushed his hips forward and slipped in deeper.

“I need you so badly,” Vivienne said.

For a second, Jacob looked into her green eyes, seeing her need and feeling her emotion. The orgasms she’d had so far would pale in comparison to what he would give her now. Having come twice, the third in succession would be the most intense.

Holding the sides of the bench, Jacob plunged all the way in, and Vivienne’s hot pussy stretched over him like a velvet glove. He looked into her eyes while he rocked into her repeatedly. Bound as she was, Vivienne was unable to match his rhythm, but she clenched around him, gripping tighter.

Without losing momentum, Jacob stroked harder. The sight of Vivienne bound to the bench with colorful rope, while he was buried inside her, made him crazed. He fucked vigorously, rocking her body every time he pounded into her. His cock throbbed, his balls tight underneath.