Seductive Affair (Bend To My Will #2) by Emily Jane Trent Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Emily Jane Trent
and Vivienne could feel him filling her.
But Jacob didn’t come yet. His body stiffened, and his jaw tensed. “Your hot pussy feels so good.”
Vivienne wanted only his pleasure, and she clenched her inner muscles, massaging him. Jacob kissed her earlobe, then her jaw, before a loud moan escaped his lips. Then he gave in to his release, and she felt his cock throb inside her.
It was sexy to experience the sensation with him, while her body hummed from her own explosive release. Jacob stroked into her hard as the last bit of tension drained from his body. Vivienne felt him relax over her, then he dropped to the bed next to her.
After disposing of the condom, Jacob nestled her in his arm. He didn’t say anything, nor did he need to. There was no separation between them. It was as if they were one, and that was as it should be. Vivienne was certain of that, even though she hadn’t experienced it before.
Jacob stroked her hair, and Vivienne closed her eyes. She lay there content, until Jacob shifted and sat up. He faced away from her, reaching for his pants. Vivienne stared. All across his back were welts, scars that had not disappeared.
Vivienne reached out and touched his back. But Jacob flinched. He stood up from the bed, and turned to face her. His blue eyes were cold, making her recoil. “What happened to you, Jacob?”
“That’s something we won’t talk about,” Jacob said. “It’s from long ago. You don’t need to know.”
Yet Vivienne did need to know. She cared about this man, and the scars must have resulted from whipping, or some sort of torture. The way they crisscrossed his skin, there was no other explanation. It gave her a glimpse into the darkness she sensed in Jacob. But the way he cut her off was a clear warning not to pursue the subject.
Jacob’s blue eyes softened. “I don’t want you to be concerned about it.” He reached for her hand and pulled her into his arms. “Let’s shower and go down to dinner,” Jacob said, as if Vivienne hadn’t just touched on a dark secret. “I’m sure Clara has something delicious prepared for us.”
Chapter 7
It was odd that Jacob didn’t stay with her. Instead, he showed her to the bedroom where she’d spend the night. He said there were nine bedrooms, in case she preferred a different one. She couldn’t complain about the accommodations. The room was nearly as large as her entire apartment back home. And the bathroom had two sinks, a freestanding tub, and marble shelves filled with small items of artwork.
Vivienne showered and dressed for dinner. Thoughts of the playroom haunted her. It was both intimate and intimidating. She craved sharing it with Jacob, yet her trepidation lingered. The promise that they would talk hadn’t come to fruition. Jacob was irresistible, and when she was alone with him, talking was postponed. She chose an attractive outfit to wear for dinner, yet a comfortable one, since they were staying in.
On the way to the dining room, Vivienne walked through the kitchen. As she’d guessed, it was as luxurious as the rest of the villa. The burnt-orange marble countertops matched the terra cotta tile floors. It had gourmet features, including a stove that was big enough to cook for a large party. She smiled at Clara, who was busy with some finishing touches on the meal, and would have liked to talk with her more, except the cook spoke French. The little English she understood had to do with meals, wine, and other subjects that Jacob needed to communicate about.
Jacob greeted her, and stood to pull her chair out. It was yet another thing that confused her. For a man who was an avowed non-romantic, he could be quite a gentleman. Yet not so much in the playroom. Her cheeks warmed at the thought.
Jacob appeared moody, but otherwise he behaved normally. That wasn’t saying much, since Vivienne couldn’t predict his temperament from one minute to the next. When seated at the formal dining room table, she sipped the wine
But Jacob didn’t come yet. His body stiffened, and his jaw tensed. “Your hot pussy feels so good.”
Vivienne wanted only his pleasure, and she clenched her inner muscles, massaging him. Jacob kissed her earlobe, then her jaw, before a loud moan escaped his lips. Then he gave in to his release, and she felt his cock throb inside her.
It was sexy to experience the sensation with him, while her body hummed from her own explosive release. Jacob stroked into her hard as the last bit of tension drained from his body. Vivienne felt him relax over her, then he dropped to the bed next to her.
After disposing of the condom, Jacob nestled her in his arm. He didn’t say anything, nor did he need to. There was no separation between them. It was as if they were one, and that was as it should be. Vivienne was certain of that, even though she hadn’t experienced it before.
Jacob stroked her hair, and Vivienne closed her eyes. She lay there content, until Jacob shifted and sat up. He faced away from her, reaching for his pants. Vivienne stared. All across his back were welts, scars that had not disappeared.
Vivienne reached out and touched his back. But Jacob flinched. He stood up from the bed, and turned to face her. His blue eyes were cold, making her recoil. “What happened to you, Jacob?”
“That’s something we won’t talk about,” Jacob said. “It’s from long ago. You don’t need to know.”
Yet Vivienne did need to know. She cared about this man, and the scars must have resulted from whipping, or some sort of torture. The way they crisscrossed his skin, there was no other explanation. It gave her a glimpse into the darkness she sensed in Jacob. But the way he cut her off was a clear warning not to pursue the subject.
Jacob’s blue eyes softened. “I don’t want you to be concerned about it.” He reached for her hand and pulled her into his arms. “Let’s shower and go down to dinner,” Jacob said, as if Vivienne hadn’t just touched on a dark secret. “I’m sure Clara has something delicious prepared for us.”
Chapter 7
It was odd that Jacob didn’t stay with her. Instead, he showed her to the bedroom where she’d spend the night. He said there were nine bedrooms, in case she preferred a different one. She couldn’t complain about the accommodations. The room was nearly as large as her entire apartment back home. And the bathroom had two sinks, a freestanding tub, and marble shelves filled with small items of artwork.
Vivienne showered and dressed for dinner. Thoughts of the playroom haunted her. It was both intimate and intimidating. She craved sharing it with Jacob, yet her trepidation lingered. The promise that they would talk hadn’t come to fruition. Jacob was irresistible, and when she was alone with him, talking was postponed. She chose an attractive outfit to wear for dinner, yet a comfortable one, since they were staying in.
On the way to the dining room, Vivienne walked through the kitchen. As she’d guessed, it was as luxurious as the rest of the villa. The burnt-orange marble countertops matched the terra cotta tile floors. It had gourmet features, including a stove that was big enough to cook for a large party. She smiled at Clara, who was busy with some finishing touches on the meal, and would have liked to talk with her more, except the cook spoke French. The little English she understood had to do with meals, wine, and other subjects that Jacob needed to communicate about.
Jacob greeted her, and stood to pull her chair out. It was yet another thing that confused her. For a man who was an avowed non-romantic, he could be quite a gentleman. Yet not so much in the playroom. Her cheeks warmed at the thought.
Jacob appeared moody, but otherwise he behaved normally. That wasn’t saying much, since Vivienne couldn’t predict his temperament from one minute to the next. When seated at the formal dining room table, she sipped the wine