Intimate Kiss (Bend To My Will #3) by Emily Jane Trent Page A

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