Bend To His Will

by Sam Crescent

  Within moments she had sausages sizzling away in the frying pan. She had a small amount of butter melting for the scrambled eggs. You had to have butter for scrambled eggs. Any kind of substitute would be a crime. After she slathered some butter on her toast, she stood at his stove eating, turning the sausages with her fork when they were ready. She whisked the eggs after cracking them into a bowl.

  “Something smells good,” Neal said. His hands circled her waist, his chin rested on her shoulder.

  “I hope you’re hungry.”

  “Some minx worked up my appetite last night. I’m starved.” He kissed her neck. “Really smells so good.”

  “I’m famished. A dominant cowboy rancher kept me up most of the night, smacking my ass,” she teased.

  “How is your ass?” Neal didn’t wait for a response. He lifted her gown. She closed her eyes and stifled a moan as his hand touched her. Whenever he touched her it felt like an electric current went right through her body. She couldn’t control her reaction. “I like this look on you.”

  “Neal.” She moaned as his hand moved from her buttock to cup her mound.

  “I love that you keep this bare. I love touching and tasting you.” His fingers slid between her lips through her slit. She gripped the edge of the counter away from the stove. His torment made her forget about food and think about the pool of need curling inside her. “You’re so wet and responsive.”

  “Neal.”

  “But I’m going to have to wait. I’m hungry and those sausages smell great.” As quickly as he touched her, he pulled away.

  “What?”

  “Feed me, woman,” he said, tapping her ass before walking away to the counter.

  Sandy glared at him, her body on fire. She knew he’d stirred her up on purpose. He wasn’t playing fair.

  Tipping the beaten eggs into the pan, she cooked them and dropped more bread in the toaster. Eggs cooked, sausages cooked. She had time to plate up before the toast popped up.

  She hadn’t turned around to see what Neal was doing and when she did, she stumbled. He sat at the counter, his pants around his ankles as he fisted his cock.

  “You know when you move, your robe lifts up and I can see your gorgeous ass.”

  “I hope you put a towel on that seat,” she said.

  “Put the plates near me and come here.”

  Not bothering to argue, she stood in front of him, setting the plates next to his thigh. He untied the sash keeping her gown closed and pushed it to the floor.

  “Face forward,” he said.

  She turned, then gasped as he sat her on his lap, her juices easing the way for his cock to slide inside her.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to enjoy my breakfast.” He settled her down and pulled their plates toward them. Sandy didn’t know how she would be able to eat with his cock inside her. Never had she imagined something so naughty. There really wasn’t a limit to his dirty side. She loved that about him.

  Every once in a while he would move his hips which knocked his cock deep inside her. In between moans of pleasure and frustration she would attempt to take a bite, but her appetite disappeared as she thought about what could happen after. In no time at all, their food was gone. Neal lifted her up by the hips to slam her back down again. She held onto the countertop as her tits bounced with every hard thrust.

  “Finger your clit. I want to feel you come.”

  Sandy touched herself as he fucked her, each movement harder than the last. She closed her eyes, as he found a rhythm and stuck with the pace.

  “I like waking up with you,” he said seconds before their moans of release echoed off the walls of the kitchen. When they finished, they lay panting in each other’s arms.

  “That was fantastic.”

  * * * *

  As the day wore on she spent the entire Sunday with Neal. They made love and had rough sex. They spent time doing whatever they wanted. He phoned his family and told them he wouldn’t be around for dinner. Sandy struggled to contain her giggles as he promised he felt fine and there was nothing wrong.

  In return for her silence, she got to spend more time with the man she loved. They talked and laughed together. The whole day felt perfect. Toward the night, Neal came back with a tub of ice cream along with spoons.

  “So what got you into the lifestyle?” Sandy opened her mouth to accept another scoop of chocolate ice cream.

  “What do you mean?” Neal licked the spoon before he went back for more.

  “How did you find the BDSM thing? Did you just learn about it or have you known about this stuff for years?”

  “Ah. I see what you mean.”

  She opened her lips to accept more ice cream, but ended up laughing as a melted drizzle landed on her breast.

  “Let me get that for you,” he said, leaning down to lick the tip of her nipple and around the areola. “Umm. Best flavor ever.”

  “Nipple and chocolate flavored ice cream?”

  “To men that would be a mega hit.”

  Sandy burst out laughing. “You say the strangest things. Now stop being a pain in the butt. Tell me how you became a dominant.”

  “You’re working your way toward a spanking.”

  “Neal, you know I like it when you slap my ass.”

  “Minx. I’m going to have to find something else to punish you with. Open up.” He fed her another spoonful. “About ten years ago, when I was your age, me and Rory went out partying, going into the city to clubs or bars. We met up with this guy named Damien and he offered to get us exclusive tickets into this club. Told us we’d have a really great time.”

  He stopped for more feeding.

  “Anyway, one night we decided what the hell. We’d go. If we had a good time, then great. If not, then nothing was really lost. At the door we had to sign a legal document saying we wouldn’t mention the name of the people we saw. Not seeing much of a problem with protecting the privacy of the club, we signed the form, then walked in.”

  Neal stopped. She wanted to hear more.

  “Tell me.”

  “We walked in to the sight of a woman serving three men at the same time. I got hard. I’d never seen anything like it in my whole life. I stood in a room with men and women who were fucking before my very eyes. Damien came to escort us around the club. Spanking rooms, performances and scenes, everything you can imagine…and some you may not want to. I watched a woman get whipped to the point of blood being spilt. Some of the scenes were pretty hard core.”

  “That bad.”

  “Rory and I left. We got home and there was something different about us. The women I dated, I couldn’t picture them letting go the way I’d seen the women in the club submit.”

  “What happened next?” she asked.

  “We agreed to go back after a month. So we could understand what went on. Damien let us in for a fee. For the next six months we were free to come and go as we pleased.”

  “Is that all? You became a member of a club and that brought you into the lifestyle?”

  “No. That was only the beginning. I asked to watch Damien with his sub. He had a wife who subbed for him inside the club. I started to notice the way the women looked at their men. The hunger in their eyes. The thirst of knowing their men were in control. Trust, love, lust, passion, you name it during my time there I saw everything. I envied the men. These women would be tied up, smacked, whipped and fucked but at the end of the night, they would curl up to their man. For them, everything would be okay.”

  He spoke with such love for the way the women behaved, Sandy felt sad. Could she give him that and show him in more ways than one the love and trust she felt for him?

  “Every time I was with a woman after joining the club, I found myself comparing the look in the women’s eyes with what I’d seen. I didn’t know if I could hit a woman. Then during sex—do you want me to continue?”

  She nodded her head. “You’re not having sex with anyone but me. Talk away.”

 
“I was having sex at the club and the woman I was with told me to hit her. Not punch or anything like that. I smacked her on the ass and watched the way her flesh went red from my handprint. That moment became one of the most erotic moments of my life. I would wank to the vision of a red handprint.”

  She glanced down and saw his cock swelling.

  “The next time, I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled. Small things. We talked about our experiences, Rory and I, then we went back to Damien. After some extreme sessions and talks, I discovered I’m not a true Dom in the sense that I don’t prefer whips, chains or the really intense stuff. But I did learn I wanted to be in control in the bedroom.”

  “You don’t like giving away that control?”

  “Never.”

  “What about with a woman on top?”

  “What?”

  Smiling, she took the spoon and ice cream from his hands and placed them by the bed. She straddled him with a thigh on either side of his legs.

  “Don’t you like it when a woman isn’t afraid to take you on?” She cupped his cock, stroking his length. He was hard from the visual he’d painted of the handprint.

  Neal moaned, thrusting his hips up. “I’d still be in control.”

  “Would you? You speak as if you can’t imagine any other type of relationship where you’re in control. What about sharing the control?”

  “No. I told you, Sandy, I lead.”

  Pouting, she leaned down and circled the head of his cock with her lips. She tasted their combined releases on his shaft with a moan—the salty, sweet taste of a man and woman together. She pulled back his foreskin to circle the head with her tongue.

  “That feels good,” he said. His hands went to her hair. He stroked the length off her shoulder and down her back.

  Encouraged by his response, she licked and sucked him in her mouth.

  “Take me deeper,” he said. He cupped the back of her head, working his cock inside her mouth. She moaned, opening up for him.

  Sandy wanted to give him pleasure. She wanted to show him that she could have him begging for more.

  “Shit, I’m not going to last.”

  Inside, she felt herself purring with satisfaction. He pulled her up at the last minute, sitting her astride his shaft. “I don’t want to blow down your throat.”

  Sandy wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he threw them both over the edge of oblivion.

  Afterward, he held her.

  Chapter Eleven

  The following week Neal got through his work quickly with a smile on his face. His family commented on his change of attitude, constantly teasing him. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of fighting back. Being with Sandy was like a dream come true. She spent most of her time around his house. Before he started work, he dropped her off at the salon. The passion they shared was more than he could have ever imagined.

  Luke even stopped by to get the dirt on them, but Neal refused to talk. What happened between him and Sandy would stay between them.

  He loved making her ass red at night. The mere thought of the time when he got home late to find Sandy bent over the couch, ass bare, pussy wet and ready for him to do whatever, made him moan.

  “Penny for you thoughts, son?” His dad’s presence pulled him out of his erotic memory.

  “No,” he said, flushing a guilty red.

  “I guess with that look it was too dirty for your old man.”

  Neal finished doing his job before he removed his gloves. “What’s the matter, Dad?”

  “Nothing. Just wanted to come see you.”

  He frowned at his dad, wondering what he wanted to say. “You’ve always found telling me your worries easy. Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”

  “You and Sandy…”

  “Don’t go there,” Neal told him instantly.

  “Neal, I don’t like…”

  “Look, what’s happening between me and Sandy is our business. I don’t need you to tell me about our relationship.”

  “I get that. But you don’t know how easy it is to lose the woman you love.”

  “I don’t love Sandy.” As soon as he said the words he couldn’t guarantee he meant them.

  His dad shook his head. “Open your eyes son before it’s too late.”

  Before Neal could stop him, his old man walked back to the house. Good thing his brothers were around to see him storm off. Neal reached into his pocket to get his cell. He needed to hear Sandy’s voice, not the tiresome opinions of his family.

  The annual cowboy dance was happening on Friday. He wanted to ask her to go with him. Shit. The sign showing a call had been made was lit. The stupid phone already called her. He must have forgotten to put the lock on.

  “Hello?”

  When no response came, he placed the damn thing back in his pocket after resetting the lock. She probably hadn’t heard her phone. He smiled, thinking about the woman who occupied his every waking thought.

  * * * *

  Sandy stared at the phone, her heart hammering. Clearly Neal had made a phone call by mistake. What was wrong with her? She knew he didn’t love her but hearing him say the words cut deep. Why didn’t anyone want to love her?

  Tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Deny, deny, deny seemed like the best solution for now. She put her phone back in her bag and got back to work. Listening to other women’s troubles helped. The time away from her own thoughts meant she could keep her soul together and stop her heart from shattering to pieces. Overhearing that phone call, she knew some important choices would need to be decided the sooner the better.

  Spending so much time hunting Neal, she hadn’t planned for the prospect of him not loving her. Stupid really. She planned everything. However, Neal wasn’t some chart she could put into plan or use to decide the best decision.

  The girls went their own separate way as Sandy walked in the direction of her house. She needed time to think.

  Neal’s truck pulled up alongside her. She knew he would expect her to get in. She couldn’t go with him.

  “Sandy, baby, you getting in?” he asked.

  In her heart she screamed out yes. Her mind said differently. Biting her lip, she turned to him.

  “Hi, Neal.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing is wrong. Should there be?”

  Mention the phone call. Tell me you were lying to your dad. Please, tell me you love me.

  “Are you getting in?” He leaned over and pushed the door open for her.

  She had two choices. Choice one, she could get in and be happy being his fuck buddy, only hoping to mean something more to him. Or, choice two, don’t get in and wait to see what happened.

  She held onto the handle before slowly closing the door. “I’m tired. I’m going to go home and get some rest.”

  “Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked once again, only slower this time.

  “I’m fine.”

  He nodded his head.

  Sandy pulled away and started walking up the street.

  “Sandy, wait.”

  She turned to see him getting out of the truck.

  “I wanted to ask you something.”

  “Ask away.”

  “This Friday. The cowboy dance.”

  She’d forgotten about the dance. “What about it?” Would he take someone else?

  “I was wondering if you would be my date?”

  Sandy wanted to blurt out no, yes and every thought in between. Instead she settled for a nod of the head.

  “Great. I’ll pick you up from your house?”

  “No. I’ll meet you at the dance.” He leaned down with the intention of kissing her, but she pulled back. If he touched her now she wouldn’t be able to stay strong and keep him at arm’s length.

  He didn’t say anything else as he jumped in his truck. Sandy took a deep breath and continued to head home.

  Chapter Twelve

  Friday night rolled around leaving Sand
y without seeing Neal for the remaining few days of the week. One could consider their time together her worst relationship yet if it started and ended within seven days. She stood at the bar as people boogied on the dance floor. Couples and families crowded the hall wanting to enjoy the fun of the weekend. The summer always brought the cowboy dance followed by a fair, which would be setup on Saturday. Free beauty contests took place Sunday offering prizes from the salon.

  She noticed the Haney crew, including Cheyenne, walk in. The one time the poor girl actually gets to go out for a little fun, only to be surrounded by her brothers.

  Luke made his way over to her after she waved.

  “Hello, stranger. How are your doing?” he asked.

  Sandy gave him a cuddle and glanced over at the rest of the family.

  “He’s running a little late. Is everything okay with you two?”

  “I don’t think there will ever be anything between me and Neal.”

  “What are you talking about? I’ve seen how happy he’s been this last week. He loves you, Sandy.”

  “No he doesn’t. I heard him on the phone. Don’t know who he was talking to,” she mumbled.

  Luke took her face between his hands. “I hear that sound to your voice. Sandy, trust me on this. Neal loves you. Don’t do anything stupid.”

  “Why would you think I’d do something stupid?” she asked.

  “Because I know you. Speak of the devil. Here he is now.”

  Luke moved out of the way in time for her to see Neal ambling toward them. No other man mattered when he entered the room.

  “Give him a chance,” Luke whispered, leaving them alone.

  She saw Neal glare at his brother, then turn to her.

  “What did he want?”

  “To make sure I’m okay. He’s one of my friends.”

  “I’m your friend.”

  “Are you?”

  He didn’t answer the question. Instead he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her flush against his body.

  “I’ve missed you.”