Bend To His Will(16)
“Come on folks. This is to raise money for the children’s hospice. This piece was donated by Mr. Neal Haney.”
He spit the contents of his bottle on the floor. Sandy had placed the bracelet for auction. Growling in further frustration, he started to think of his next move.
* * * *
As the week progressed each gift he sent was returned in some form or another. The mega box of chocolates he’d ordered her with flowers had come back with an artfully displayed message in the box spelling, fuck you.
Everything he sent meant nothing to her.
By the end of the week when his last gift showed up at the ranch, he’d had enough. Before his shift was finished, he climbed in his truck and drove into town. At two in the afternoon the town would be thriving with activity. He didn’t give a shit anymore. Sandy wanted him to prove how much he wanted her, yet all of his attempts had been thrown in his face.
Neal parked his truck as near to the salon as possible. Walking down the street, he ignored the people who spoke to him.
He slammed open the beauty salon door. The moment he saw her, Neal went straight to her. Women were everywhere and he didn’t care. Sandy was the first woman he’d put any effort into dating.
Sandy stood when she noticed him, her hands folded under her breasts. “What do you want?”
Attitude poured off her. All he wanted to do was grab her, put her over his knee and smack her ass until she begged him to stop. She needed discipline. He would be more than happy to oblige her.
“Why are you returning all of my gifts?” he growled. His voice clear for all to hear.
Marks for Sandy, she didn’t look around afraid of who might hear.
“You mean those bribes disguised as gifts? I don’t take little trinkets for sex, Neal. You want to pay, then go find someone else.”
“Why should I pay when you’ve been offering it up for free?” The instant the words left his mouth he knew he was in trouble. He expected to see the hurt or anger to cross her face. Instead, she shot him a smile.
“I’ve never offered anything up for free. I’ve always come with a price. The only problem with you is you’ve never been too bright to figure out what it is.”
Neal glared at her.
* * * *
He’d come. Neal Haney wanted to know why she didn’t want his gifts. This was a huge improvement. Trying not to show him she’d won the battle, Sandy turned back to the women she’d been talking to.
Neal took her hand and marched her through the salon to her office. He locked the door and spun around to face her.#p#分页标题#e#
Sandy gasped in anticipation. Her pussy was wet from his show of dominance. She wondered if he would take her over the desk, show her who’s the boss.
The gifts had been beautiful. Really thoughtful presents. She didn’t want them. What she wanted was for Neal to get over his issues and see it didn’t matter what he thought she wanted. She just wanted him.
He ran his fingers through his hair, composing himself.
The next time he spoke his voice was gentle. “What do you want from me? I’ve done everything I can think of to prove to you I want more.”
“Why does your proof have to come in the form of a gift?” she asked.
“It’s the only way I know how to do things,” he admitted.
“I don’t want presents or jewels. They were beautiful.”
“Then what do you want?”
She smiled. “I want you to want me.”
“I do want you. I’m here trying to prove to you I do want you.”
“What changed, Neal? One second you wanted in my pants, then you were telling me I’m easy. I don’t get you. What brought about this need to be with me?”
“I can’t believe the shit I said. You’re not easy.” He licked his lips and glanced around the office. “I’m not like other guys. The love dovey crap you women are fed isn’t the way I see things.”
“So?”
“When you come home with me Sandy, you won’t be coming home to hugs and kisses.”
“What will I be coming home to?”
“To your master.”
She should be terrified, at the very least the shaking in her heels. Only the shaking was more due to need. Neal being the one in control would mean she wouldn’t have to be. He would offer her the protection and the security she craved. Her family had thrown her to the wolves when she refused to be anything more than a beautician. What would life feel like to be wanted and loved for the woman she was rather than someone trying to change her into something she wasn’t?
“You’re a dominant. I know this.”
“No. Don’t sugarcoat this with books you’ve read or the tame shit you see on television. What I want is real. I want you warm and welcoming when I get home. What I say goes. Do you understand me?”