seeing her need and feeling her emotion. The orgasms she’d had so far would pale in comparison to what he would give her now. Having come twice, the third in succession would be the most intense.
Holding the sides of the bench, Jacob plunged all the way in, and Vivienne’s hot pussy stretched over him like a velvet glove. He looked into her eyes while he rocked into her repeatedly. Bound as she was, Vivienne was unable to match his rhythm, but she clenched around him, gripping tighter.
Without losing momentum, Jacob stroked harder. The sight of Vivienne bound to the bench with colorful rope, while he was buried inside her, made him crazed. He fucked vigorously, rocking her body every time he pounded into her. His cock throbbed, his balls tight underneath.
Lost in a world of his own, Jacob’s sole focus was the erotic sensations flooding his body and nourishing his soul. The minutes ticked by, signifying nothing. There was only now. There was only Vivienne. Then Jacob’s abdomen flattened, and his muscles turned to steel. Vivienne pulsed over him once, then again, screaming with pleasure as her climax hit a high crescendo. She shattered against her bindings, while Jacob fucked with wild abandon then exploded inside her.
Vivienne’s shrill scream echoed in the small room, then was drowned out by Jacob’s loud moan. He continued to stroke into her long after his peak, and Vivienne gripped tight, as if not wanting him to leave her. Momentary exhaustion mixed with deep satisfaction flowed through his veins.
When he could move, Jacob untied the ropes and lifted Vivienne into his arms. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, then her mouth. And she tenderly kissed back.
“Vivienne…Vivienne.” Each time he said it, her name sounded like poetry, which seemed so fitting for the beauty he held in his arms.
Taking her to the master bath, Jacob lowered Vivienne into the vanity chair while he ran warm water in the claw foot tub then added a few drops of scented oil. When the bath was ready, he took her hand and guided her into the water. Jacob got in with her and leaned back, holding her against his chest.
Jacob put his hands on her thighs and kissed the top of her head. “Are you okay, baby?” he said.
“Wonderful.” Vivienne pressed the back of her head against his chest, and Jacob wrapped his arms around her, letting the warm water relax him. It was good to hold her, feel her close. And they had the whole night together. Staying at the hotel had been a good idea. Jacob had Vivienne, all to himself. She was his , and that was just how he liked it.
Chapter 7
The night at the Plaza had been memorable. While walking to the shop the next morning, Vivienne smiled, sure that if anyone noticed they’d wonder what she was grinning about. But it was her secret. Jacob had once again pushed her to new limits, knowing her better than she knew herself.
Secured to the bench with bright green rope, expertly tied in diamond shapes, Vivienne had felt the thrill of submission. The rope tie had been aesthetic, making the experience beautiful. Yet it served a purpose too. She had been unable to move.
Bound for Jacob’s pleasure, as well as hers, Vivienne had relinquished control. And in doing so, she had climaxed three times, something she hadn’t known that she was capable of. But Jacob had stimulated her, taken her arousal higher, and guided her. The effect was magnificent.
The first orgasm had been delicious. The artistic rope tie had turned her on, and being unable to move intensified the experience. With hardly a moment to catch her breath, Jacob edged her into a second orgasm, and her body had responded.
Then Vivienne’s desire for Jacob had spiraled out of control. The sight of his gorgeous cock, and the look of animal lust in his eyes, had propelled her toward the precipice. And it hadn’t taken much to push her over the edge.
With Jacob fucking her hard, Vivienne had no choice but to submit, and she simply
Holding the sides of the bench, Jacob plunged all the way in, and Vivienne’s hot pussy stretched over him like a velvet glove. He looked into her eyes while he rocked into her repeatedly. Bound as she was, Vivienne was unable to match his rhythm, but she clenched around him, gripping tighter.
Without losing momentum, Jacob stroked harder. The sight of Vivienne bound to the bench with colorful rope, while he was buried inside her, made him crazed. He fucked vigorously, rocking her body every time he pounded into her. His cock throbbed, his balls tight underneath.
Lost in a world of his own, Jacob’s sole focus was the erotic sensations flooding his body and nourishing his soul. The minutes ticked by, signifying nothing. There was only now. There was only Vivienne. Then Jacob’s abdomen flattened, and his muscles turned to steel. Vivienne pulsed over him once, then again, screaming with pleasure as her climax hit a high crescendo. She shattered against her bindings, while Jacob fucked with wild abandon then exploded inside her.
Vivienne’s shrill scream echoed in the small room, then was drowned out by Jacob’s loud moan. He continued to stroke into her long after his peak, and Vivienne gripped tight, as if not wanting him to leave her. Momentary exhaustion mixed with deep satisfaction flowed through his veins.
When he could move, Jacob untied the ropes and lifted Vivienne into his arms. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, then her mouth. And she tenderly kissed back.
“Vivienne…Vivienne.” Each time he said it, her name sounded like poetry, which seemed so fitting for the beauty he held in his arms.
Taking her to the master bath, Jacob lowered Vivienne into the vanity chair while he ran warm water in the claw foot tub then added a few drops of scented oil. When the bath was ready, he took her hand and guided her into the water. Jacob got in with her and leaned back, holding her against his chest.
Jacob put his hands on her thighs and kissed the top of her head. “Are you okay, baby?” he said.
“Wonderful.” Vivienne pressed the back of her head against his chest, and Jacob wrapped his arms around her, letting the warm water relax him. It was good to hold her, feel her close. And they had the whole night together. Staying at the hotel had been a good idea. Jacob had Vivienne, all to himself. She was his , and that was just how he liked it.
Chapter 7
The night at the Plaza had been memorable. While walking to the shop the next morning, Vivienne smiled, sure that if anyone noticed they’d wonder what she was grinning about. But it was her secret. Jacob had once again pushed her to new limits, knowing her better than she knew herself.
Secured to the bench with bright green rope, expertly tied in diamond shapes, Vivienne had felt the thrill of submission. The rope tie had been aesthetic, making the experience beautiful. Yet it served a purpose too. She had been unable to move.
Bound for Jacob’s pleasure, as well as hers, Vivienne had relinquished control. And in doing so, she had climaxed three times, something she hadn’t known that she was capable of. But Jacob had stimulated her, taken her arousal higher, and guided her. The effect was magnificent.
The first orgasm had been delicious. The artistic rope tie had turned her on, and being unable to move intensified the experience. With hardly a moment to catch her breath, Jacob edged her into a second orgasm, and her body had responded.
Then Vivienne’s desire for Jacob had spiraled out of control. The sight of his gorgeous cock, and the look of animal lust in his eyes, had propelled her toward the precipice. And it hadn’t taken much to push her over the edge.
With Jacob fucking her hard, Vivienne had no choice but to submit, and she simply
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