Free Seductive Affair (Bend To My Will #2) by Emily Jane Trent

compared to the torment because he hadn’t touched her clit. Relishing her agony, he stroked the tip of his tongue, up and down her inner thighs.
    Vivienne moaned in a soft voice. “Jacob…”
    “Look in the mirror, baby.” And she stared into the mirror behind him. Vivienne was so wet. Jacob didn’t need to touch to know that. Her muscles quivered as she watched him. The mirror was angled so she could see his ministrations.
    Jacob spread her outer lips, and his cock hardened at the sight of her red, swollen pussy. “Beg me, baby. Beg me for what you want.”
    Vivienne whimpered again. “Please, kiss me there.”
    And Jacob did. He kissed over her wet slit, then dipped his tongue inside her, tasting her sweet cream. “You are delicious,” he said. “Do you see in the mirror? Do you see my mouth on you?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you…do you see how turned on you are, baby?”
    There was no reply, but Vivienne panted faster. Jacob pressed his palms to the front of her thighs to hold her against the wall. Then he sucked lightly at her clit, until she started to shake. Jacob pulled back. “More?”
    “Oh, God.”
    “How do you ask, baby?” Jacob would teach her.
    “Please…please.” Vivienne moaned again, and panted louder.
    “Please what?”
    “Give me…let me…” Vivienne’s legs shook and her belly tightened. She was close. Her toes curled against the wooden floor.
    Jacob blew on her nerve-wrought tissues. “Beg me.”
    “Please make me…come…Jacob.”
    The desperation in her voice made Jacob’s cock lurch. He flicked his tongue over her clit once, then again. “Watch in the mirror, baby.” And he glanced up to see Vivienne riveted to the reflection of Jacob’s mouth on her.
    With his thumbs, Jacob rubbed her outer lips and swirled his tongue around her clit, giving her no choice but to come. He kept a steady rhythm, and within seconds, Vivienne cried out. Her body shuddered, and her legs quivered.
    Vivienne dug her hands in his hair, and he pressed his hands to her hips. She came hard, and long, then collapsed over him. Jacob stood up, and lifted her in his arms. He carried her to the bed, and, with his head on a pillow, rested Vivienne on his chest. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder, and closed one hand over his bicep.
    Vivienne was his . Maybe she hadn’t said so yet. But she would. There was no other option. The way Vivienne responded to him, the passion that bubbled to the surface, how she let him take charge—all of it ignited a fire inside him.
    Jacob wanted her to agree to his demand, to be his submissive. What they’d done so far was a mere taste of what was possible. And he was certain Vivienne would experience as much pleasure as he did. Jacob stroked her hair, and her heart rate gradually calmed.
    It felt good to have Vivienne pressed against him. It was right. She was unlike any other woman Jacob had been with. Her sweetness and her sexuality drew him. But that wasn’t all. There was something about the gorgeous woman he held in his arms, something he couldn’t define. But he knew he had to have her. Jacob was more determined than ever to take Vivienne as his .
     

 
    Chapter 9
    Jacob wrapped his arms around her, and Vivienne nestled against him, leaning into his strength. He had power over her that she willingly gave. The touch of his hands, the sensation of his mouth on her skin, and the feel of his cock were intoxicating.
    The intense orgasm Jacob gave her made her purr with pleasure, but far from sated her desire. He was hard again, ready for her, stirring Vivienne’s arousal. Though her body had calmed, her need for Jacob had not abated.
    Vivienne lifted her head to look into his blue eyes. His expression was sensual, welcoming. With a fingertip, she traced around his perfect mouth, and Jacob grabbed her arm, licking the inside of her wrist.
    Jacob’s voice was subdued. “I want you to be my submissive, Vivienne,” he said. “But, as much as I would regret you