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  Copyright© 2013 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-233-3

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  I have not been writing BDSM for very long and there are so many people I would like to thank, however, I'm simply going to call you all, MP's. You know who you are. Your wonderful insight into this world is what helped me write, His To Control.

  You're all very dear to me.

  Sam

  HIS TO CONTROL

  Cape Falls, 4

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  William Johnson glared at the financial reports in his hand and once again cursed the prudes of Cape Falls. His club was not some perverted hell-hole where people would lose their soul to the fucking devil. Control, which he’d called his club, was an exclusive BDSM club on the outskirts of Cape Falls surrounded by the forest that over looked the large lake. He’d spent a lot of money redesigning the run-down house where he now lived. Cape Falls was an old-fashioned town, and most of the residents still had their old-fashioned values. At first, he’d found their values cute and charming. Now, he found them a fucking inconvenience and wearing on his mind.

  In order to maintain a decent club and house, he needed the essentials of the proper equipment and top quality alcohol and food to be served. Everywhere he went someone in Cape Falls was fucking him over. The prices were high, and sometimes the trucks destined to deliver were either late or never turned up at all.

  A knock on his office door interrupted his pressing thoughts.

  “Come in,” he said.

  Peter Miller popped his head around the door. This guy was in love with Dean Riley’s wife and taking lessons on how to become a qualified Dom at William's club. Over the years William had trained many young men. None of those men had shown the dedication that Peter displayed during his training. The troubled look on the younger man’s face made William aware of some kind of problem about to happen.

  “Are there people outside condemning this place again?”

  Peter shook his head.

  When he had first opened his club, Gabriel Anderson, the local sheriff and long-time friend, had been called onto the scene in order to clear the people away. Once again, William wondered why he thought Cape Falls was a place for him.

  “Daisy is back. She’s hitting the bottle pretty hard, and it looks like she may have been doing other substances as well.”

  Another one of his problems, Daisy McAllister.

  “When will my day go right?” he asked.

  “She’s been through a rough patch. The Steer brothers won’t talk to her. The Steer brothers' marriage is on the rocks, and Daisy moved out of her mother’s house. I thought you liked Cape Falls?” Peter said.

  “I like the idea of Cape Falls. This is a beautiful town, but it has too many backward notions that I don’t like. I’m starting to think city life has cleaner air even with all the pollution.”

  William sat back looking at the reports. He had a lot of money, and the bills didn’t even put a dent in the profit his club had made in the last six months alone. It would seem a lot of people in Cape Falls needed to let loose.

  “Did you go to school with Daisy?” William asked.

  “Not really. I think she was a year behind me. I was in the same year as Laura. Daisy went with Anna.”

  “Ah, the Steer brothers’ wife. They have not spoken to her at all?”

  Peter shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Daisy is here most days when she’s not at the school where she works as a receptionist.”

  “Daisy is a receptionist?”

  “Yep, I don’t know much about her, William. What I do know is she looks like she’s going to crack.”

  William slammed the reports on his desk and stood up. He stretched out his tired muscles and circled around the desk. Peter stood, too, following him out of his office. Several people stood along the corridor chatting and doing what they usually did at his club. Control was not only for the residents of Cape Falls. No, his club provided for all the surrounding areas outside of the town. He prided himself on being able to know what people needed from him. William could spot a submissive in a crowded room. He also had a knack for finding dominant men who liked to control but knew when to stop. BDSM was not about a lack of control; it was more about staying in control. He thought naming his club Control was perfect.

  He rounded the corner to the main room of the bar. There she was, at the bar with a half empty bottle of his most expensive whisky. A small shot of that whisky would have the hardiest of man under the table.

  “You didn’t even bother to take the bottle away from her?” he asked, glaring at Peter.

  “I didn’t think.”

  “That is sloppy work on your part, Peter. This woman is clearly in distress. I thought I taught you better than to leave a woman like this unattended.”

  “I wasn’t in a dominant mode, William. She’s a young woman. I didn’t think.”

  William saw red. He hated hearing excuses at the best of times. Before he reacted, he made sure they were out of sight of witnesses. He opened the door leading to the supply room and yanked Peter in with him. William pushed the younger guy up against the wall. His arm went across his throat. Peter didn’t move. He waited for what was to come.

  “I don’t care if you’re not in dominant mode, Peter. When you’re in my club, and in fact every aspect of your life, you’re in dominant mode. This is not a job description. This is your fucking life and my reputation you’re putting on the line. Either take the role seriously, or find a new fucking job. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Perfectly.”

  “Good.” William pulled away and straightened his jacket. “I like you, Peter. You’ve got the potential of being a permanent Dom in my club. You’ll have your own submissive to train and discipline. I suggest if you don’t want this lifestyle then you think about your place in my club. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I’m going to go and deal with an emotional woman. See that everything else is taken care of.”

  William left the other man to get himself together, and he made his way to the bar. Daisy had gotten rid of the glass and was drinking straight from the bottle. She was a young woman, twenty-five if his memory was right, the same age as Anna Steer. He stared at her for several moments instead of approaching. Her red hair was tied at the back in a messy bun. She wore a revealing dress. The strap on the left side had rolled down her arm, exposing a great deal of flesh. His cock pulsed at the sight of such pale perfection.

  Keep in control, William. She’s not yours to take.

  For the last six months since she’d been frequenting his bar, his reaction to her had grown. She no longer looked like a girl, but she’d blossomed into a full-figured, curvaceous woman. He knew he could easily spend hours simply gazing at her naked beauty. This is where he felt like a fucking freak. At forty-five years old he should be lusting after women his own age, not wasting his time on younger women.

  Get it together.

  He approached the bar as Peter moved behind the counter. William took the s
eat 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 cock 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 fuck them. There was nothing worse than being in the middle of ramming his cock inside a woman, touching her hips 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 fucked 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.

  Staring at his legs she knew he was going to punish her. Her pussy warmed under his intense gaze. She wanted to give up her control. Daisy knew she needed to feel comfort in something. She moved to him and lay over his knees.

  One of his hands went across her back to keep her secure. Daisy was aware of her rounder stomach. All the chocolate chip ice cream she’d been eating lately had begun to take its toll on her body. Her ass was probably the size of an elephant's. She cringed, wondering what William thought of her.

  “This dress is far too revealing. Next time, I want you to wear something that covers your body.”

  “Why?”

  Whack.

  She cried out from the pain, but then she felt the warmth spread over her ass. The sensation went straight to her clit. A moan escaped her lips, and the pleasure shocked her to her core.

  “You’re so responsive,” he said. His hand caressed her butt. She felt embarrassed at how she was displayed. What would people think if they saw her like this? “I’m going to spank this ass another eleven times. I don’t like dealing with odd numbers, Daisy. I think you deserve twelve for the liquor you’ve wasted and for your cocky attitude. Agreed?”

  Did she agree? How would she feel if he pushed her off his lap and told her to get lost? Another rejection. She didn’t know how many more rejections she could take.

  “Yes, please, William, please.” She begged him at every turn. She had no idea what she was begging for. Daisy knew whatever she was begging for, only William could give her. He was the only person who had cared about her these last few months. He came out to the bar to sit with her. Sometimes they talked, and at other times, they didn’t. Daisy enjoyed talking to him
. She liked his presence. In some way, he comforted her.

  “So eager,” he said.

  She no longer cared. His arms were around her, and she felt comforted in ways she’d never felt before. One of his arms were around her waist while the other caressed her butt. Her heart pounded inside her chest, and she didn’t care. William had her. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

  “Are you ready, pet?” he asked.

  “Yes.” She’d never been ready for anything else. Daisy closed her eyes and waited for his hand on her ass. When the whack of his hand landed over her ass, the pain stung, but the pleasure pulsed throughout her body. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. The pain helped her see clearly. Her mind was foggy from the strong alcohol she’d been taking. For the first time since finding out about her fathers, she suddenly felt warm inside. Her doubts and fears began to fizzle out.

  Her butt was not exposed. He was landing the blows over her dress. She loved it and would have happily stayed in that position for the rest of her life. Tears streamed down her face as the final blow came.

  William ran his hand over her ass and talked to her, his sweet voice making her heart melt and her entire world spin out of control.

  “I’ve got you,” he said. He lifted her up in his arms, pressed her head against his chest, and comforted her.

  Never had her mother given her this kind of comfort. Tears poured from her eyes as she tucked her hands against his shirt. Daisy glanced at her fist resting against his shirt. There was nothing to hold her in place. The world was sucking her down once more. She felt the fear and pain begin to take hold. The panic inside her scared her.

  “I can’t do this,” she said. Daisy tried to move away. William stopped her from moving. “I can’t do this.”