Intimate Kiss (Bend To My Will #3) by Emily Jane Trent Read Free Book Online

well.”
    Vivienne tensed, unsure exactly what Jacob had in mind.
    “Until I say otherwise, you are not to make any sound. You may not whimper, moan, or speak. This is not an easy task, Vivienne. But I have confidence in you,” Jacob said. “And you will not move. Although I guarantee you will become very aroused, painfully so, you will stay very still.” He paused. “I do want you breathing, so panting is allowed, although without further sound effects.”
    Vivienne’s heart pounded.
    Jacob stroked the soft feathers down her arms and legs, so she relaxed a little. “Let the pleasure fill you, baby,” he said. “Close your eyes.”
    Without being able to see, Vivienne couldn’t predict where or how Jacob would touch her. Her senses were on high alert: the music was more pronounced, the feel of the leather underneath her more tactile, and each touch of the feathers more dramatic.
    Jacob worked the implement with an expertise she hadn’t known was possible. The feathers grazed her skin with such a light touch that her skin tingled. Then he used a flatter side, and the soft surface caressed her, almost as if hands were teasing her.
    The ambient air wafted over Vivienne’s wet pussy, adding to the stimulation. Her clit was as hard as a tiny pebble, and her distended nipples ached. The temptation to whimper, or to writhe on the bench, was strong.
    The longer Jacob stroked, the more intense the sensations became. Without being able to move or make a sound, Vivienne had to absorb the pleasure, which soon edged toward pain. She wished Jacob would finger her, or cup her sex.
    Vivienne longed to come, and needed pressure in just the right places. She wished she could groan in agony, but held back. Jacob changed the rhythm, stroking faster or slower, so Vivienne couldn’t get into a pattern. Thus, the stimulation was unpredictable; each sensation more intense than the last.
    Just as Jacob intended, Vivienne was painfully aroused. She wanted to cry out, to beg Jacob to release her. In an effort to control herself, she clenched her hands around the ribbon restraining her wrists. The feathers wafted along her inner thighs, then teased over her slit.
    “Vivienne.” The soft tone of his voice was soothing to her overwrought nerves. “I want to know if you are okay,” Jacob said. “You may answer.”
    “Y…yes, sir.”
    “Very good, baby. You are doing so well.”
    Jacob’s praise made her swell with pride.
    “I’m going to touch you with my fingers,” Jacob said. “It will feel cold.”
    The next thing Vivienne felt was a cold substance over her clit. She prayed Jacob would press his fingertips to her most needy spot, but he did not. Instead the cold lathered over her clit, creating a slow burn. Her clit tingled from the warmth, as once the wetness soaked in, it made her throb. Without touching her, Jacob tormented her.
    With her legs spread, unable to move, Vivienne endured the sensual burn. It was as though her clit was vibrating, the sensation teasing her but without giving satisfaction. She tensed her muscles, fighting to keep still.
    “You can speak now, Vivienne. I want you to tell me how it feels,” Jacob said.
    Her words spilled out: “Oh, my God…sir. It’s driving me crazy. It’s as if I could come at any second. Only I can’t. I am balanced at a precarious point, the pleasure more like pain.”
    Jacob put his palm on her belly. “Your pleasure is mine, baby. And your pain.” He rubbed over her vulva, using light pressure. “You understand that now, don’t you?”
    “Yes, sir,” she gasped.
    “You are going to come now, baby…because I allow it,” Jacob said. “I warn you it will be more intense than you’ve experienced before. You have my permission to come as hard as you like, and to scream out if you need to.”
    The burning sensation on her clit had made it hard as a rock. Vivienne wondered if that alone would make her come. The burn increased steadily, and her sex throbbed. Her body