His To Control

Get it together.

He approached the bar as Peter moved behind the counter. William took the seat next to her and signalled for Peter to bring him a drink.

“Are you here to ruin my buzz?” Daisy asked. Her voice sounded fine to him. He wondered if she’d been drinking or just pretending to drink.

“You call this a buzz? I think having a breakdown would be a more apt description.” He took a sip of the brandy he’d been given. The burn helped to ease the ache in his cock. Dealing with Daisy with a hard-on was not the best thing to do. She clearly needed some direction in her life. What her mother had done to her had been cruel and unnecessary. To him, it seemed a great deal of people liked to cause useless pain.

“Yeah, well, you’re old. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She took several large gulps out of the bottle. He turned to watch her, giving her his undivided attention.

“Stop staring,” she said.

“No.”

She shrugged her shoulders and drank some more. He got an image in his mind of her sucking his c**k until he orgasmed making her swallow all of his cum. The image went straight to his cock. He quickly drank some of his brandy in an attempt to rid his mind of the image she’d created. Daisy had no idea how gorgeous she was. He found the smattering of freckles along her nose to be the most adorable part of her.

Her body had filled out in the last six months as well. William put that down to the increase in comfort food. When he’d seen her losing control at his club, she’d been a woman but not properly filled out. He loved his women to be big, especially considering how hard he liked to f**k them. There was nothing worse than being in the middle of ramming his c**k inside a woman, touching her h*ps to get deeper and her whimpering in pain because the pressure he’d used had hurt her.

Yes, he was dominant, and he enjoyed spanking a woman, but there were certain pains that he did not like to cause. He liked his sex to be pleasurable. That kind of pain did nothing for him. The pain he gave should be combined with pleasure. It should be what the woman, as well as he, wanted.

“You keep staring at me, and I’m finding it creepy.”

“Deal with it.” He gritted his teeth as her tone began to stir the dominant within him. Up until this point he’d been able to keep his natural possessive and dominant nature at bay. She reminded him a little of Amy. Amy was his best friend’s wife, who had been abused by her husband, and any form of punishment or domination scared her. William kept that part of him locked away in her presence. With Daisy, he’d done the same. Learning about being a sister to the Steer brothers had opened up a wound inside her. She was scared and hurt. He saw that and recognised being in control with her was not right. However, his instincts were taking over for him to force her to show him some respect.

“You know they’re trying to shut this place down?” she said, licking her lips as she turned those dazzling green eyes toward him.

“I’ve heard, and they’ll lose.”

“Why? Because you’ve got a lot of money?”

“No, because Paul and David Steer want this place kept open.” The moment he said their names he saw the flash in her eyes. The pain and hurt shone for only a second but long enough for him to see it. Daisy was hurting a lot more than she let on. Her walls came down, and she smashed the bottle of expensive whisky on the counter.

The liquor went everywhere. She threw the bottle on the floor, stood up, and slapped him on the face. “Don’t ever say that. Don’t ever say their stupid names.” She screamed at the top of her lungs. The noise she made drew other customers’ attention.

“Peter, deal with this while I deal with her.” William caught both of her hands in one of his and led her out of the main bar back through to his office. His temper was high, but his hand wanted on her plump ass. She deserved what was coming to her, and William was more than happy to give it to her.

“Let me go,” she said. The way she pulled and tugged at him was pathetic. He knew she wasn’t even trying hard enough to stop what was about to happen.

He slammed his office door shut, turned the lock, and marched over to his sofa. Tearing off the jacket he wore, he sat down and pointed at his knees. “Get over now.” He ordered her.

She shook her head. “You either get over now or the consequences will be far worse.”

“How worse?” she asked.

“I’ll never allow you in this bar again. I’m sure there is no other place to get the quality whisky you’ve just wasted anywhere else in Cape Falls. Or, I can get Gabriel over here to have you arrested. Over now.”

She hesitated for several seconds and then moved closer. His hand ached, and his dick throbbed. He wanted to touch her ass and show her the consequences of her actions. Daisy McAllister was a submissive woman, and she’d been let loose for far too long. He was about to show her what it meant to test a dominant man.

****

Daisy knew she’d f**ked up. She’d never done anything as crazy as this. There was a time at Anna’s birthday party where she’d made a fool of herself. She’d spent the next couple of weeks feeling embarrassed about what she’d said. Her mother’s cruelty was starting to rub off on her, and she didn’t like it. At twenty-five years old she’d never been with a man because all of her potential partners had despised her mother on sight. One guy had said he’d never take the risk with a woman if she ended up like her mother. That statement had hurt harder than anything else.

When her mother had admitted to having an affair with the Steer brothers’ fathers, Daisy had felt her whole world crumble. They’d done a DNA test at Paul and David’s insistence. She was their half sister. Finding out that piece of news hadn’t helped matters. Paul and David refused to talk to her. They’d rejected her at every turn. All she’d wanted from them was a photo of her fathers. None of them knew which Steer brother had fathered her. They only knew it was one of the three dads of Paul and David Steer.

“Over now,” William said.

She stared at his legs for several moments. William Johnson was a large man. His muscles and size rivalled most of the men at Cape Falls. She’d been attracted to him from the first moment she’d met him. He’d been walking through town at the time. They were never introduced. She’d simply seen, looked, and then moved on. No one ever considered her for a wife or partner. At twenty-five years old she was tired of being a virgin. Tired of never knowing what it was like with a man.