Wicked Obsession (Bend to My Will #6) (5 page)

Chapter 7

Jacob took her hand to lead her away, even though Vivienne was still fuming. She hadn’t been listening to a word he said, so a different approach was called for. He spotted Trace and strode over to him. “Vivienne and I are leaving,” he said, without preamble.

Trace didn’t react adversely, as it wasn’t the first time that Jacob had left a party early. Lana looked at Jacob, surprised. But she didn’t comment.

“You and Lana take the limo home,” Jacob said. “We’ll catch a cab.” Then he stalked off with Vivienne in tow.

“We’re leaving?” Vivienne said. “But it’s your party.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

In the elevator, Jacob was silent, not wanting to argue in public. Vivienne stood stiffly next to him, but didn’t withdraw her hand. The fact that she wouldn’t look at him spoke volumes. At the front of the hotel, a cabbie flagged them over, and ushered them into the back seat.

The ride home wasn’t nearly as pleasant as the ride earlier in the evening. There was no champagne or joviality, and Trace wasn’t there to lighten the mood. It was just Jacob and Vivienne at a standoff. She showed no signs of relenting.

Once they arrived and went up to the penthouse, Vivienne spun to face him. She had her mask pushed back, so it was over the back of her hair with the elastic around her neck. Jacob had already taken his mask off, so just tossed it aside. Then he removed his jacket, ready to do verbal battle.

“I guess you like them blond and with green eyes.” Vivienne was terse, her demeanor challenging. “Although I’m probably deficient in the cleavage department.”

Jacob was pissed that she assumed he was that shallow. “You have better legs,” he said, moving toward her.

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“No, it’s not. What should make you feel better is that I’m with you now.”

Vivienne lifted her chin. “Don’t do me any favors.”

“That’s what you think…that I go through green-eyed blondes, one after the other, like the flavor of the week?” Jacob’s voice was stern. He needed to reel this in, as Vivienne was way off base with this.

“I don’t know what to think.” Vivienne looked up at him. “So why did you and
Anna
break up?”

“I told you…I don’t do long-term relationships.” Jacob thought that was obvious.

Vivienne glared at him. “But what happened between you?”

“I ended it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know…I just did.” Jacob held his position, unflinching.

“I take it that Anna wasn’t happy about it?”

“No, she wasn’t.” Jacob glowered down at her. “But that has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me,” Vivienne said. “I heard her say that she
expected
you to be there tonight. That can only mean one thing:
she wants you
.”

“That’s her problem.” Jacob took a deep breath. “I’ll repeat what I just said: it has nothing to do with you.”

Vivienne seemed to calm, but only slightly.

“Annaliese must have been someone’s date tonight. I didn’t know she’d be there, and wouldn’t have cared, anyway.” Jacob forced his body to calm before he got out of control. The way Anna had approached Vivienne ticked him off. But he needed to focus on the matter at hand.

“Do you know what she said to me, Jacob?”

“No, why don’t you tell me?”

Vivienne took a deep breath, and her eyes grew moist. Jacob didn’t know if it was from sadness or anger. “She said I don’t look like the
submissive
type.”

“Whatever that means…”

“And that she knew I wouldn’t be able to satisfy you.” Vivienne’s green eyes turned the color of a turbulent sea. “How would she know that?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “I’ll tell you how: she used to be the one submitting to you, trying to please you.”

“At one time, yes.”

“But she couldn’t, so you kicked her out.”

“Not like you’re implying, but I did end the relationship.” Jacob paced in front of her. “I don’t know what you think, Vivienne. You knew I’d had submissives before you. I understand that meeting one of them is distressing, but it doesn’t change anything between us.”

Vivienne seemed to ponder that. “How long were you with her?”

“About six months, as I recall.”

Vivienne frowned. “That’s longer than we’ve been together.”

“And your point is?”

“That even a woman that
didn’t satisfy you
lasted longer than I have.”

Jacob’s voice softened. He went to Vivienne and put his palms on her cheeks. “But we’re not over,” he said.

When Jacob touched her, lust filled Vivienne’s eyes, releasing all the pent-up emotion inside him. He dug his hands in her hair, wrapped his fingers around the mask, and lifted it off. Holding it in front of her eyes, in a low voice Jacob said, “You don’t need this. I know who you are, baby. And I know what you want.”

The mask slipped from Jacob’s grasp as he covered Vivienne’s mouth with his. The lip-bruising kiss made his cock press uncomfortably against his briefs, and fire filled his veins. Grabbing Vivienne’s hair in both fists, he held her tight, deepening the kiss.

The urge to have her blinded Jacob to all else. He turned Vivienne around to face the nearest wall, pressed her against it, and grabbed her wrists, pushing her hands up overhead. Wildly, he licked her jaw, and bit at her neck, making her whimper.

With a hand, Jacob undid his pants and shoved them down. Then he lifted Vivienne’s skirt and gripped her panties. The tiny garment came off with one hard yank, baring her ass to him. “You want to satisfy me, Vivienne?” His voice was deep, like a growl. “You can start right now.”

Vivienne panted and writhed against the wall. “Keep your hands over your head.” She complied with his order.

Jacob swatted her butt; it was too delicious to ignore. The sound of the slap made his cock lurch. He fisted his shaft once, hard, then put his foot on the inside of her ankle, shoving her feet apart. The high heels she still wore made her legs look a mile long, and the sight of her firm ass sexier.

With a hand on Vivienne’s waist, Jacob slid into her wet pussy with one shove. She accepted him, and clenched over his steel shaft, with her cheek pressed to the wall, her hands still above her head. Jacob held her by the waist and fucked her hard.

It wasn’t hard enough. He needed more. Jacob thirsted for her, craved her beyond endurance, and the deeper he plunged the more he wanted her. He stroked into her, groaning loudly, lacking anything that resembled control.

Vivienne pushed back against him, taking all he would give, and begging for more. “Fuck…fuck…fuck.” Jacob’s cock pulsed hard and all restraint evaporated. He pounded into her from behind, her ass pressing into his abdomen. Then Vivienne cried out, her pussy clenching around him like a vise.

In that instant, Jacob exploded, vaguely aware of her sexy cries echoing in the room. He was lost, consumed by her heat, and ripped apart by the power of his climax. Even when his muscles relaxed and Vivienne crumpled against the wall, Jacob continued to stroke into her.

When Jacob spoke, his voice was commanding. “Go up to the playroom. Now. You’ve only begun submitting to me."

Jacob pulled out of her and began stripping off his clothes. Vivienne grasped the hem of her dress, her skin flushed from orgasm. “And don’t pull your skirt down,” he said. “I want to see your bare ass all the way up the stairs. I’ll be right behind you.”

One step behind, Jacob watched Vivienne negotiate the marble steps. She took them carefully, still in her high heels. And her naked ass moved seductively with each movement. His cum dripped down her thigh, a satisfying sight.

At the playroom door, Vivienne pushed it open and Jacob followed. “Go to the spanking bench.”

Without hesitation, Vivienne walked to the bench, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. “Bend over,” he said, stripping off the last of his clothes.

Her ass was inviting, her pussy swollen. Jacob approached her, grabbing a strap on the way by. It was a narrow leather implement that would bite her ass sharply. He looked at her in the submissive pose, bent over the padded sawhorse. She held the grips on the other side, her heels still reaching the floor.

Vivienne’s ass was pushed high, just how he wanted it. “I believe you had some misconceptions earlier tonight, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I trust you will find punishment satisfying.” Jacob drank in the sight of her. “I know I will find it so.”

Jacob stood over her, noting how turned on she looked. He lifted the strap, and with a flick of his wrist stung her bare ass. She made a noise but didn’t otherwise object. The strap wasn’t thick. It would sting, as a reminder of her sexually subordinate position, but it wouldn’t leave lasting marks.

Jacob snapped the leather against her bare skin, sharply. “It’s not for you to question whether you satisfy me,” he said. “That’s for me to decide.”

Vivienne’s hair flowed around her face, dragging on the floor. Her dress sparkled under the low lights. “Do you understand me?” Jacob said.

“Yes, sir.”

“Because
you do
satisfy me.” Jacob lashed her butt several more times, watching the skin turn pink. “You may not question that,” he said. “You need to learn obedience, and that includes not opposing me on this.”

With her butt red, and her legs spread, Vivienne looked erotic as hell. After two more well-placed swats, Jacob dropped the leather strap, before helping her up from the bench. Then he undressed her, except for the high heels.

“Go stand against the wall,” he said, and Vivienne did so.

Jacob could have watched her for hours, walking across the floor, naked but for the dressy shoes. She backed against the wall, and he got down on his knees in front of her. Vivienne smelled like sex and flowers. Her posture was submissive, as well it should be after the spanking, and she looked radiant.

With his palm on her thigh, Jacob spread her legs. He kissed her inner thighs, then her vulva. Vivienne dug her hands in his hair. He sucked at her pussy, drinking her in. “You are beautiful,” he said. “And you are the sexist woman I know. The only reason you haven’t satisfied me is because I can’t get enough of you.”

Jacob licked over her wet slit and dipped his tongue into her juices. Vivienne trembled and fingered his hair. He swirled his tongue around her clit, then flicked over it. Her pleasure was all he wanted, his sole focus.

“You aren’t allowed to question my desire for you,” Jacob said, nipping over her clit. “I hope I’ve made that clear.”

Vivienne gasped as he sucked gently over just the right spot. “Yes…sir.”

Jacob closed his eyes, breathing her in and tasting her sweetness. He sucked and licked, feeling her shudder as the orgasm unfurled inside her. With his palms on her thighs, he pressed his lips to her sex. With just the right pressure, he teased her clit, tight as a pebble.

Then Vivienne made the sexiest sound in the back of her throat, just before her body began to shake from waves of pleasure. Jacob sucked at her clit until the tremors subsided, then he stood up and scooped her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her to the bed.

There he placed her against the pillows and got in next to her. Vivienne draped one arm across his chest, her skin warm. She was calm and quiet. Jacob was filled with emotion, a combination of satisfaction and something else he couldn’t define.

What he felt for Vivienne was beyond words. Yet he sensed that she knew. He hoped he had shown her what she meant to him. And that she should have no doubt that she was the only woman he wanted. Jacob couldn’t deny that, nor could he push aside the power of his urge to possess her. He’d lost control that he was unable to take back. Not even
he
could do that.

*****

Vivienne closed her eyes, listening to Jacob’s heartbeat against her cheek. Her body hummed with pleasure, and her heart filled with love. Jacob had taken her, and the feeling of submission to him was like no other. Her ass burned, reminding her of how he’d taken charge.

She guessed that being jealous worked both ways. Being taunted by Jacob’s former submissive had been the spark. Vivienne had been unable to tolerate imagining Jacob with another woman. It had made her insane with jealousy, and she’d reacted.

But the woman was not a threat to her. Vivienne understood that now. Jacob had reassured her, in a way only
he
could. He’d commanded her and possessed her. Jacob’s desire had unleashed, and he’d taken her without restraint. It was everything she wanted, all that she craved, deep in her soul.

Annaliese Haller had lost. But Vivienne had not, nor did she plan to. Jacob’s lust, the heat of his touch, and indulgence of his greed for her were reassuring. It was a language she understood, and the intimacy she thrived on.

Jacob stroked her arm as his breathing calmed. Vivienne felt secure, desired, and cared for. He was the man for her, the man she loved. The one place in the world she wanted to be was in his arms, as she was. If there was anything that threatened their peace, it didn’t exist then.