redressed in a white dress shirt, no tie, and slacks but no shoes.
In his mind, Jacob replayed her words: “ Force me, make me do it. It would be easy to fear you, Jacob . And that…excites me .” Adrenaline surged, and the aggressiveness he so carefully contained bubbled to the surface. He would have to be cautious, though.
Taking and surrendering power was an opportunity to experiment, and to create erotic intensity. But it was vital that Jacob remain in charge, to keep his internal monitor on duty at all times, so that hard limits were respected. Although Jacob was the primary wielder of power, Vivienne could halt the play at any time. Yet that didn’t absolve Jacob from maintaining control, a feat that could prove difficult during a rough scene.
When Jacob was mentally prepared, he went down the hall and entered the playroom. Vivienne was fingering some implements hanging from the wall, but when he shut the door she turned to look at him. Jacob had the shirtsleeves rolled up, as if ready for a fight, and wore the watch she had asked for on his left wrist.
He walked across the floor, his demeanor intimidating, aggressive. Vivienne took in the sight of him, the rolled-up sleeves, his strong forearms, and her gaze lingered over the watch. She flinched, ever so slightly, and her eyes widened.
“Were you waiting for me like I asked you to?” The baritone of his voice reverberated off the walls, and his stance broached no defiance.
Vivienne nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Jacob stood before her, and Vivienne looked up into his eyes. Without hesitation, he put both hands around her throat, with just enough threat implied, and his thumbs under her chin. “Tonight, I will do what I want with you…understood?” he said. He looked at her sternly.
“Yes, sir.” Vivienne’s soft reply revealed a tinge of anxiety.
With his hands around her throat, Jacob pushed her against the wall, hard. His grip was firm, but not tight enough to constrict her breathing. Breath play hadn’t been her request.
Vivienne looked at him, with fear clouding her expression. She should be afraid, more than she knew. Jacob’s mouth covered hers, taking her, fiercely kissing and bruising her lips. Vivienne whimpered as he sucked in her hot breath.
Jacob kept one hand on her neck to let her know who was boss, and with the other he gripped her top. With one forceful yank, he sent the row of buttons skittering across the floor. Vivienne gasped at the suddenness. Underneath she was braless. Jacob roughly massaged her warm breasts and pinched her nipples hard before releasing her.
“I want you naked,” Jacob said, barking the order as if she’d done something wrong.
With trembling hands, Vivienne shoved down her shorts to reveal her bare sex. Without missing a beat, Jacob said, “On your knees.”
Vivienne dropped to the floor, and Jacob undid his belt. He whipped it out of the waistband and folded it in half, then in half again. He held the leather bunched in his fist, in front of Vivienne’s face, without comment. She leaned toward it, closing her eyes and kissing the leather respectfully. Her lips lingered against the implement of punishment.
“You know I’ll use this if I have to?” Jacob said.
Vivienne trembled slightly. “Yes, sir.”
“See that you remember it.” Jacob grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Undo my pants.”
With shaky fingers, Vivienne undid the button, then the zipper. She waited for his command. In previous play, Jacob had ordered her to accommodate his needs, but he hadn’t allowed his inner aggression to surface. Now it was different, because Vivienne wanted it as much as he did.
“Suck my dick, and suck it hard,” Jacob said. “If you don’t do it right, I think you know the consequences.” He envisioned bending her over the spanking bench, and lashing her bare ass with his belt. It would be satisfying, and Jacob almost hoped that she would give him an excuse to do so.
Vivienne grasped the base of his
In his mind, Jacob replayed her words: “ Force me, make me do it. It would be easy to fear you, Jacob . And that…excites me .” Adrenaline surged, and the aggressiveness he so carefully contained bubbled to the surface. He would have to be cautious, though.
Taking and surrendering power was an opportunity to experiment, and to create erotic intensity. But it was vital that Jacob remain in charge, to keep his internal monitor on duty at all times, so that hard limits were respected. Although Jacob was the primary wielder of power, Vivienne could halt the play at any time. Yet that didn’t absolve Jacob from maintaining control, a feat that could prove difficult during a rough scene.
When Jacob was mentally prepared, he went down the hall and entered the playroom. Vivienne was fingering some implements hanging from the wall, but when he shut the door she turned to look at him. Jacob had the shirtsleeves rolled up, as if ready for a fight, and wore the watch she had asked for on his left wrist.
He walked across the floor, his demeanor intimidating, aggressive. Vivienne took in the sight of him, the rolled-up sleeves, his strong forearms, and her gaze lingered over the watch. She flinched, ever so slightly, and her eyes widened.
“Were you waiting for me like I asked you to?” The baritone of his voice reverberated off the walls, and his stance broached no defiance.
Vivienne nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Jacob stood before her, and Vivienne looked up into his eyes. Without hesitation, he put both hands around her throat, with just enough threat implied, and his thumbs under her chin. “Tonight, I will do what I want with you…understood?” he said. He looked at her sternly.
“Yes, sir.” Vivienne’s soft reply revealed a tinge of anxiety.
With his hands around her throat, Jacob pushed her against the wall, hard. His grip was firm, but not tight enough to constrict her breathing. Breath play hadn’t been her request.
Vivienne looked at him, with fear clouding her expression. She should be afraid, more than she knew. Jacob’s mouth covered hers, taking her, fiercely kissing and bruising her lips. Vivienne whimpered as he sucked in her hot breath.
Jacob kept one hand on her neck to let her know who was boss, and with the other he gripped her top. With one forceful yank, he sent the row of buttons skittering across the floor. Vivienne gasped at the suddenness. Underneath she was braless. Jacob roughly massaged her warm breasts and pinched her nipples hard before releasing her.
“I want you naked,” Jacob said, barking the order as if she’d done something wrong.
With trembling hands, Vivienne shoved down her shorts to reveal her bare sex. Without missing a beat, Jacob said, “On your knees.”
Vivienne dropped to the floor, and Jacob undid his belt. He whipped it out of the waistband and folded it in half, then in half again. He held the leather bunched in his fist, in front of Vivienne’s face, without comment. She leaned toward it, closing her eyes and kissing the leather respectfully. Her lips lingered against the implement of punishment.
“You know I’ll use this if I have to?” Jacob said.
Vivienne trembled slightly. “Yes, sir.”
“See that you remember it.” Jacob grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Undo my pants.”
With shaky fingers, Vivienne undid the button, then the zipper. She waited for his command. In previous play, Jacob had ordered her to accommodate his needs, but he hadn’t allowed his inner aggression to surface. Now it was different, because Vivienne wanted it as much as he did.
“Suck my dick, and suck it hard,” Jacob said. “If you don’t do it right, I think you know the consequences.” He envisioned bending her over the spanking bench, and lashing her bare ass with his belt. It would be satisfying, and Jacob almost hoped that she would give him an excuse to do so.
Vivienne grasped the base of his
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