Illicit Craving (Bend To My Will #5) by Emily Jane Trent

nibble on them. He let his eyes drift to the light top she wore, imagining her braless underneath. Maybe she would do such a thing if he let her know that he liked such things.
    Or no panties; that would be even better.
    Orchestral music played in the background, and the recessed ceiling lights cast soft illumination over the room, enhancing Vivienne’s beauty. Although she needed no enhancement. Makeup or not, asleep or awake, she was gorgeous.
    Admittedly, she was sexier than any woman before. Vivienne took another sip of wine, then raised her brows. “Is something on your mind?”
    “I was thinking of how sexy you are,” Jacob said. It was good to be honest, to set the right tone. “I’ve been with women before, but you have something…different.”
    Even under the low lights, Jacob saw her blush. She was still so innocent. “And what’s different about me ?” Vivienne said.
    “You’re so open, so willing.” Jacob gulped some wine. This wasn’t easy. “You’re expressive, Vivienne. In the playroom, I can tell what you’re feeling. You make no effort to disguise it. I like that.”
    “I wouldn’t know how to pretend to feel something I don’t, or to hide what I do feel.” Vivienne glanced down then back at him. “I wasn’t aware that you saw, or could tell anything about emotions I don’t voice.”
    There was something in her look, something Jacob couldn’t place. “I do see,” he said. “I see that you enjoy what we do…that you want more.”
    “Yes, Jacob, I do.”
    The look in her emerald eyes made Jacob’s cock tight against his briefs. “I want more too, baby. I want to talk about it,” he said. “Communicating about what we do together, about what we like or don’t like, is important. Negotiating guidelines and discussing fantasies creates a greater sense of trust.”
    “We’re negotiating?”
    “We are,” Jacob said. “I want to progress, try something new, but I want to hear what you like…what you want.”
    “I’m not used to saying things like that out loud.”
    “Yes, I understand,” Jacob said. “But I want you to…for me.”
    “What do you want to know?”
    Jacob put his wine glass on the table and leaned forward, breathing in Vivienne’s perfume. Whatever it was she wore, the floral scent was intoxicating. “I want you to tell me what you envision, baby…what you think about when you’re alone.” Seeing her eyes widen, he paused.
    “Like what, exactly?”
    “I know you have…something you imagine…something you’d like,” Jacob said. “I want to hear it…in detail.”
    Vivienne’s expression confirmed what he knew.
    “This is all about self-acceptance,” Jacob said. “Is it difficult for you to accept your sexual orientation?”
    Vivienne nodded. “Sometimes.”
    “I want to know, baby. I want to hear it, moment by moment, how you see it.” Jacob stood and went to the sofa. He sat beside her with this thigh pressed to hers. With his fingers under her chin, he tipped her face up.
    Vivienne began to speak. “I haven’t had a man ask what I want.”
    Jacob kissed her lips. “I’m asking now.”
    Vivienne proceeded to describe a scene that he had no doubt he could execute. She wanted to play rough , and he was more than willing to accommodate. It was his nature, yet a side of him that he’d partially held back. He had his reasons. But hearing what she wanted, Jacob grew aroused, and anxiously anticipated making the scene come to life for her.
    *****
    This time they ate dinner before retiring to the playroom. What Jacob had in mind would be strenuous, and he refused to take Vivienne upstairs without eating. She would need her strength. As soon as the plates were cleared, Jacob turned to her. “Wait for me upstairs, but don’t undress.”
    Vivienne briefly hesitated then stood, and went upstairs. Her words came back to him, a voice in his head. Jacob could hear her asking for exactly what he was about to do. He went to the bedroom and