by Zoey Marcel
Right now she needed to paddle someone’s quirky ass with this spoon to regain her strength as a woman. She knew just whose ass she’d call upon—the hot nerd who usually dressed himself in a suit and called her “baby.”
Chapter Six:
Fighting a Need
Neil Banks was surprised to see Jill standing on his doorstep, but a giddy wave of excitement came over him. She looked pretty damned awesome in that becoming dress and those retro stripper heels.
“God, Jill, you look amazing.”
She smiled weakly at this. “Like a kitchen slut?”
She broke down and started to weep. He pulled her gently inside with him, shutting and locking the door. “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
She brushed away her tears and stuck her chin up with a haughty, stubborn air. “I’m not crying.”
His lips quirked with humor when he saw her holding a wooden spoon. “What’s with the spoon? Did you come all the way over here to beat me with it?”
“Yes.”
Her answer surprised him, but he was game for such an awesome proposal. “Hot mama, let’s get naked.”
She stuck the pseudo-ominous spoon between them as a shield when he stepped forward to grab her. “Pull your pants and underwear down so I can paddle your cute little buns.”
Neil grinned and unfastened his slacks, letting them drop along with the briefs he pushed down his legs. He was glad he’d worn a gray suit today after changing from the tux he’d worn to the wedding earlier. It went well with her pretty dress and complemented the old-fashioned fantasy nicely.
He bent over the kitchen table, wiggling his butt at her with taunting noises. Her amused grin gave him a fulfilling sense of accomplishment that he’d made the damsel in distress smile.
“Be still, little boy.”
She delivered a sudden stinging swat to his butt. It was mildly uncomfortable, but Ben spanked harder, so Neil was able to man up and take the spanking.
“I’m strong and you’re weak. Say it, wimp.”
He winced at the series of nasty little stings she paddled onto his fanny. He was fine bottoming for her if she needed that once in a while, but no way in hell would he accept emasculating titles she threw at him in the name of playing.
Ben was all muscle, strength, and brawn—the epitome of everything hot and male.
Neil was strong, too, but his muscle tone was packed onto a much leaner frame than the sheriff’s hefty body. Call it little man syndrome, but Neil’s general overabundance of confidence was put to the test when standing next to the tattooed idol of a man.
Jill seemed equally attracted to both of them, but how would she swoon over his masculine prowess if she had him declaring himself to be a wimp while she spoon-whacked his ass?
“Spank me if you want, Jill, but I’m not a wimp. I’m your man.” Neil glanced over his shoulder when silence filled the void he would have expected her voice to. She appeared caught off guard by his nonchalant refusal.
“And I’m your goddess.” She flicked her wrist with frustrated determination etched into the unmatched beauty of her face. “Now obey and worship me.”
He blew her a kiss and tossed a flirty wink in her direction. “You want me to worship your lady bits?”
Her face lit up and she lifted the hem of her dress, revealing bare legs and a naked cunt that glistened with a thick layer of moisture.
“No panties.” He offered her a happy moan as he got down on his knees in front of her. “Baby, you’re the best.”
“I am. Now eat me out, you little prick.”
Her vulgar language, while not out of character, was strangely out of place in the context of making love with him. Her irritated words sounded more like dialogue she would use when irked with Ben about something, but never with Neil. He was everybody’s favorite. He prided himself on that.
“Sweet, hot little pussy.” He kissed all over her sweaty labia, groaning when he smelled the scent of Calvin Klein’s Eternity between her legs. Ben’s cologne. He’d obviously been down here earlier this evening. But had he eaten Jill out or fucked her? If so, where?
Neil bathed her smooth, moist labia with warm, loving strokes of his tongue, smiling when she sighed and pushed into his face. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“No talking,” she snapped. Her voice shook slightly, but her attitude fought to stay in control of the situation.
He wouldn’t let her. She would come hard and make a mess all over his eager face. Then he’d kiss her like he meant it and make her swallow the taste of her own musky essence.
His tongue swiveled down into her fleshy folds, tasting the dewy wetness of her saturated slit. She’d already come tonight—a crap ton of times if the pool of moisture was anything to go by.
Her clit, too, was huge and rouged with the evidence of countless orgasms. Even the slightest brush of his tongue made her wobble and cry out like she was being tortured. The more he swiped his tongue over it, the more fascinated he became. Her bud pulsated like a drum in a rock song and it swelled further and became even more engorged as it filled with blood under his tonguing.
“You taste so good and wet.” He spoke softly against her privates, covering the chubby thickness of her labia in kisses. She was nice and meaty down there and tight and trim everywhere else, except for her breasts of course. Those gargantuan babies were massive orbs of titty flesh any man would enjoy partying with.
“I said no talking,” she said breathlessly.
“Having trouble staying in control, aren’t you, baby?”
“You’re not listening to me. I need you to obey me.” Her voice came out pleading and demanding at once. “You’re Ben’s bitch and I need you to be mine. Now shut up and eat my pussy, cunt.”
And he was done. Neil stopped licking her and stood, letting her dress fall back down over her thighs and sex. He took a light hold of her chin with his fingers. “You can call me insulting little names when you’re topping me if you want to, but don’t ever call me cunt again.”
Her beautiful gray eyes widened and she looked discouraged. “Cunt.”
He could see the testing, insecure brat in her eyes. She was pushing him, testing for weakness to see if he’d back down for her…unlike her husband.
Neil’s grip on her chin tightened and he made his eyes narrow, trying to look all uber-man angry, though he loved the woman too much to ever truly be mad at her. “Stop it, Jill.”
Her eyes misted and she slapped his face in a moderate strike and stomped toward the door. He wouldn’t let her leave until he knew what this was all about, but he had a pretty good idea Ben had something to do with it.
“Jill, what’s gotten into you? Why are you acting like a bitch?”
Her face twisted with pent-up depression. “I have to be a bitch, Neil. Otherwise he’ll walk all over me.”
“Ben?”
She nodded and started to weep again.
Neil stepped closer and wrapped her in his arms, not minding that she soaked his swanky, gray vest with her salty tears. “Did you guys have a fight?”
“I wish. He doesn’t want to fight anymore. He wants me to be his fried chicken whore.” She wailed and clung to him in misery.
He nearly died laughing at her reference, but he toned it down to a mere snicker to be respectful. “Is that your cute way of saying he wants you to be his full-time housewife?”
“Yes,” she squeaked and sniffled. “He made me put on this dress and suck his cock.”
Neil licked his lips at the steamy memories of Ben’s fat, delicious cock. “I thought you liked sucking his man-meat.”
“I do. I like it too much. This time was different, though.” She struggled to calm herself so she could talk. “I wasn’t sucking his cock. I was worshiping him as my Master.”
His dick perked at this exhilarating bit of news. “That’s hot, Jill.”
“I know.” She bawled into his clothing. “He made we want to serve him with my body and my submission. He li
cked my ass.”
Neil got harder. “Did you like it?”
“So much.” She wailed like a coffee table fountain. “I’m a dirty freak.”
“Mmm, yeah, you are, my hot little minx.”
“I came so hard from seeing that nasty video of his.”
He grinned. “Oh, that video.”
She pulled back and glared at him. “What do you mean ‘that video’? You knew about this?”
“About his 1950s household fetish, yeah, he told me about it. I’m the one who told him about the custom porn place.”
Her jaw dropped in outrage and she looked like she might hit him any second. “You bastard, you should have warned me what a lunatic he was when I came here to get my divorce a few weeks ago.”
He shrugged carelessly, failing to see what the big deal was. “You wanted me to tell you to run like hell just because Ben likes an innocent era with feminine women, good home-cooking, and a little wife spanking before sex?”
“Well, when you put it that way…” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not as charming as it sounds. He wants to enslave me and make me his devoted, robotic hausfrau. God, he’s such a freak. He’s like a weird strain of Borg, trying to assimilate his ball-busting woman into some freaky Stepford wife.”
Neil grinned and raised his palm in midair. “All right, Jill, high five for the clever sci-fi reference.”
She grinned and smacked palms with him before becoming solemn again. “Neil, what am I going to do?”
“Well, what do you want to do? And don’t say divorce him. Ben finally agreed to let me into your guys’ marriage, and I’m not letting you walk away from us and forcing me to choose between both my soul mates.”
She gave him an adoring smile. “That’s sweet. Thank you. And don’t worry. I’m not leaving. I just need to find a way to break Ben and manipulate him. Will you help me?”
He chuckled. “Sorry, Jill. Nothing will ever break that stubborn sheriff, and I won’t help you manipulate him. You guys just need to sit down and talk. I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding.”
“His intentions were clear. He wants me to wear Grace Kelly dresses and skyscraper heels, and slave away in the kitchen all day, raising his brats, and then lie down and moan for him when he flips up my skirt.”
Neil smirked and folded his arms. “Really, Ben said that?”
She blushed with a guilty half smile. “Well, no. Not exactly, but it was looming there in his shifty eyes.”
He laughed and patted her arm. “Easy there, drama queen. You were really wet when you came here, so the idea of 24/7 submission can’t totally put you off.”
She was quiet for a minute before answering. “Having Ben punish me for disobedience and then take control in bed was so exhilarating. I’ve never come that hard with him in my life.”
Neil flashed her a crooked grin. “Well, there you go, baby. Go grovel at his feet and we’ll bang you.”
She smiled before her lips straightened. “I shouldn’t want what he promised to do to me. It’s fucked up.”
He shrugged. “What’s wrong with letting your man wear the pants for once?”
“It’s not normal. Where I come from the women are in charge and the men know it. They spoil their wives and joke about being bossed around by them, but the men are too big of workaholics and too enamored with their hot wives to know to try and change that. Why can’t Ben be like that?”
“He was raised in a male-dominant household. It stands to reason that he would want to be the head of his own household.”
“Well, I was raised that men were the boss, too, and I don’t abide by that.”
“With your strict parents I don’t blame you.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She hugged him, heaving a sigh of relief. “I guess I should go talk to him. Poor guy is probably wondering where I ran off to.”
Neil pulled back to look at her with a faux, condemning arch of his brow. “You mean you sneaked off and didn’t tell him where you were going?”
She nodded, looking guilty and mischievous. “He said we’d talk about everything after his shower.”
“Jill.” He picked up the wooden spoon on the table and flicked it at her backside. “Come on. I’ll walk you home before he starts to worry. Behavior like that is just going to earn you a spanking.”
She seemed turned on by the possibility as he grabbed his keys and headed out with her. “But see Ben can’t spank me now because I’m scared and vulnerable.”
He threw a knowing look over at her. “Yeah, I think you know more than you let on.”
Jill batted her eyes innocently and placed her hand directly over her breast in a manner she knew darned well was provocative as hell. “Me?”
Neil grinned as he locked the door to his apartment. “I can see Ben’s going to have his hands full taming you. Good thing he has me to help him.”
* * * *
Ben Easton showered quickly, battling the urge to masturbate to the racy memory he’d just made with his hot little wife. God, she was amazing. He’d come so hard from seeing her on her knees submissively as she sucked his cock and then sat there letting him ejaculate all over her lush breasts.
Then the way she’d screamed when he tongue-fucked her ass and brought her to orgasm was erotic as hell. He knew submission in the bedroom made her hot and bothered. From watching her and reading her diaries and those books, it seemed like the idea of total power exchange intrigued her, but for some reason she didn’t want him to know this. Why?
He’d learn the truth from her eventually, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to drag it from her until she was ready to tell him. Was it fear holding her back from complete surrender? And if so, fear of what? Losing her identity or losing him?
He dried off and dressed after his shower, feeling the humming aftershock of pleasure vibrating through his sated body. The organ in his chest swelled with enthusiasm and renewed tenderness for his sweet wife. He wondered if she still wore that dress or if she’d be naked.
Jill wasn’t in the guest room when he went back in there to get her. He checked all over the house, but she was gone. Discouragement and irritation struck a match inside him. He’d told her they would have a serious, heartfelt conversation after their showers, and it went without saying that he expected her to wait for him.
Had she listened to him? No. Of course not. Apparently even the mildest forms of submission were repugnant to her, despite the obvious fire in her eyes and all he’d learned about her. God, what he wouldn’t give to have her respect and cooperation.
He had done plenty of reading and he’d seen more than a few examples in The Gothic Angel of submissives and slaves respecting and obeying their Dominants and Masters. The bond between them as well as the mutual respect and trust they shared was beautiful to witness on an almost sacred level. He’d give anything to have that with Jill.
Oh, he knew she loved him, but she didn’t respect him and clearly didn’t trust him.
He wanted to trust her again as he had before she’d cheated on him years ago with the Shaughnessy bastard, but Ben still struggled with doubts and fear whenever she went out alone. He knew she was deeply sorry for her past mistake and would never repeat the act, but she wouldn’t invest herself completely in their marriage like he’d hoped. And that made him wonder.
Was she simply afraid to get too close to him again for fear of fighting and eventually separating like they had over seven years ago? Or did she still want to take the wheel of their relationship and drive like a meathead? He loved that woman, loved her with all his heart, but he couldn’t go through that again. An equal authority relationship was ideal for most, but it didn’t work for the two of them. They were too pigheaded and power-hungry.
Ben wanted to call the shots. He always had. Jill might fight for control in their relationship, but she’d shown little sexual interest in him when he let her walk all over him, and she’d rarely been home. Of course he’d been wo
rking a lot back then, too, and had been too tired for sex and too self-conscious about his weight back then.
All of that was in the past. Now he was healthy and in great muscular shape. He still had the same job, but the hours were better now. He wouldn’t neglect his precious little woman ever again or deny her in the bedroom, either.
But it went both ways. He was a changed man, but he needed her to be a changed woman. She had to be in order for their marriage to work this time around.
He didn’t know how to be the pushover husband and he’d certainly never been happy in that role. Despite Jill’s struggle with submission he knew she was deeply attracted to strong, dominant men. He wanted to be that strong, dominant man for her. He wanted to embody her every fantasy, not simply provide for her financially.
In the few weeks since she’d come back to Wyoming they’d grown closer together and fallen deeper in love with one another. Their marriage was that much stronger because of it. But he wanted more, probably always had.
His father would probably smack his head into a wall if he knew the things Ben let Jill get away with. Ben didn’t like letting her run around like a crazy woman, probably making a shitload more money than he did. He wanted her to stay home with the kids, or at least work part-time in Temptation and let him make the money and pay the bills. It was how he grew up and it was how he wanted their daughters to be raised, knowing that men protected and provided for the one they loved.
He had always been captivated while in the club whenever he saw Claire Lynravn interact with her three Masters, Joaquin Sullivan, Dakarai Hawthorne, and Nex Harper. The former two men were Doms who owned The Gothic Angel, and the latter gentleman was the bouncer there, but he had an equally dominant personality. The way they commanded and adored their slave, and the way Claire obeyed and worshiped them was truly awe-inspiring.
Ben wanted that with his wife. He’d been utterly amazed when Jill’s sister, Chanel, who’d once been nicknamed the town bitch, had been wooed and tamed by the three Taylor brothers. Not only had they made her a nicer person, who might even qualify as sweet now, she had also willingly become their love slave.
