Clint Eastwood

Chapter 8

Jessie's POV:

2 weeks later...

It's been two weeks since I got fired. Two weeks since Brantley changed my entire life. I found a house outside Atlanta to lease, put my place in Los Angeles on the market, packed up all my things and shipped them to my new house. My flight landed at the airport in Atlanta around 11pm, and by the time i made it through baggage claim, it was close to midnight. I sighed and prayed that I'd be able to find a taxi. There wasn't anyone at the rental car desk. If I couldn't find a cab, I'd be screwed. I walked out the front doors and stopped in my tracks. A giant smile split my face as I raced to the big black truck rumbling at the curb. I threw open the passenger door and there he was, my hero. Brantley was sitting in the driver's seat grinning at me, baby Sylo curled up in his lap. "My boys!" I exclaimed, dropping my bags on the ground and scrambling up to cover them both in kisses. Brantley laughed and hung up his phone. He handed Sy to me and got out to load my bags for me. When he got back in, he turned to me. "Hey there pretty girl. How was your flight?" I melted. This man was just too much. "Horrible. But my day is improving by the minute." I smiled. He put the truck in gear, maneuvering us back onto the highway. "That was the label owner on the phone, he wanted to make sure you landed on." Brantley explained. "Really?" I add in shock. "Baby this ain't Los Angeles, you're back in the south now darlin." He chuckled. I shook my head and grinned. "Thank you so much for picking me up, I was expecting to have to take a cab." I said seriously, kissing Sylo's head. "Darlin, Anyone who would let his woman take a cab in the middle of the night, to a new place that she's never been to before.. all alone no less...  can't call himself a man." He said honestly. I blushed hotly. Trying to keep my cool. I ducked my head so I wouldn't say anything stupid. I wasn't even sure he resized he had called me 'his woman'. I really liked the sound of that. Probably more than I should.

By the time we pulled up to my house, I was exhausted. Sy was sleeping in my lap, and I was nodding off. Brantley looked bone tired as well. "Why don't you and Sy stay the night? It's 1:30 in the morning, and I'll worry if you're on the road this late.... Early... Whatever." I huffed and frowned, unlocking the front door. I had never been here before, only saw the pictures from the realtor. I lucked up though, because the house was furnished. "I think I'll take you up on that homey." Brantley rumbled tiredly. He closed and locked the door behind him, kicking off his big boots. I stepped out of my pumps and frowned. The added height really made a difference. Flat footed, I barely reached Brantley's chest. I huffed and he chuckled. He shrugged out of his jacket and we walked into the living room. "I'll take the cou-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw the couch. It was tiny. I cracked up. "Come on big guy, there's no way you can fit on that. There's a queen size bed in the bedroom, plenty room for both of us." I was feeling brave. I grabbed his hand and tugged him along behind me as I searched for the bedroom. We walked in, Sylo on our heels. I stripped out of my top, leaving me in my cami. I shucked my jeans and maneuvered my bra off without flashing anyone. I was too tired to be bashful. I grabbed all my clothes and bent over to set them all in the core r on the floor. Brantley growled. I quickly stood and spun around. His eyes were dark, full of fire. He crooked his finger at me. "Come here beautiful." He rumbled. I gasped and felt my nipples harden. Moving slowly, I moved until I stood about a foot in front of him. He reached out and folded me into his arms, leaning down and kissing me hotly. I moaned and locked my fingers in his beard, keeping him in place. Brantley moved his hands down my back to my behind and cupped both cheeks in his big hands. The heat of his hands and the coolness from his rings made for a tantalizing contrast that had me wiggling my behind more fully into his grasp. Before I realized it, one of those big hands left my cheek and came down in a solid swat. I squeaked at the unexpected jolt it sent between my legs. Brantley growled again. "Do you have any idea how much I love black lace?" He rumbled, nuzzling my neck. I whimpered and pressed closer to him. "That sweet little ass of yours is making my palms itch. I'd love to turn you over my knee until my handprint is branded onto your skin." He purred in my ear, squeezing my butt. The rough treatment to my tender skin had me panting. I wanted more. "Have you ever been spanked Jessie?" He asked me. I shook my head. "No." He swatted me again and I jumped from the pleasant sting. "No, what?" He growled. "N-no sir!" I replied instinctively, just saying what felt right. He soothed the sting and massaged the area. "Good girl, would you like to be?" He asked me. My eyes widened. Did I want to? Heck yeah! But I was also nervous. "W-will it hurt?" I whispered. "No. I'll never inflict any unpleasant pain on you. I'll push your limits, but trust that I know what you can and can't take." His voice was deeper. He seemed bigger. He reminded me of one of my book boyfriends from one of the smutty stories that I love so much. Big, and dominant, only Brantley was real. Not a made up character. "I'd like to try it please." I whispered shyly. Brantley kissed me hotly and moved back, sitting on the edge of my bed. He planted his feet and patted his knee. "Come lie across daddy's knee." He rumbled. I trembled again and did as he said, his big palm landed with a smack. I moaned deeply, arching back for another spank. He continued, alternating spanks with massaging strokes. When I was panting and sobbing and delirious, he tugged my ruined panties aside and plunged a thick finger inside of me at the same time that he shoved the thumb of his free hand in my mouth. I sucked at him greedily, wishing it was another part of his anatomy. His thumb slid through my slickness and stroked that sensitive little nub, and I shot off like a rocket. Screeching as my teeth clamped down on his thumb and my legs locked together around his hand.