Clint Eastwood

Chapter 14

Jessie's POV:

"Teach me. Teach me everything." I told Brantley, and he did. We sat and talked. We discussed thing sin great detail. We talked about it so much that I was losing my mind. Then we did. He taught. I learned. For 2 months, he taught me things I never heard of, he showed me that it was ok to be submissive, and still be a strong woman. Over these two months, I realized why I had never been happy with a man, something was always missing. This. This is what was missing. I was more content being Brantley's submissive than I have ever been before. At first I was scared. Not physically. But I worried that by submitting to him, I was losing myself. But then I understood. One thing he said in particular has always stood out to me. I was on my knees, my hands bound behind my back, and I was stark naked. Brantley stood in front of me and I had just given him a blow job, which has rapidly become one of my favorite things to do. He sat on the edge of the bed and took my face in his hands. When I met his eyes, he smiled softly. "Even though you're kneeling before me, you will never, EVER, be beneath me." He rumbled. It was then that I understood. Truly understood. I had just as much power as he did, by choosing to submit to Brantley, I wasn't belittling myself as a woman, I was trusting my Dom, my man, to know what I needed. I've never been happier.

I had a show tonight, and I was excited to debut a new song I'd been working on. I dressed and did my hair and makeup, Brantley came in and kissed my forehead like always. "Hey pretty girl." He grinned and moved passed me to get dressed. Our relationship didn't change outside of the bedroom, Brantley was still Brantley. Since we'd met, he'd practically been my Dom without me even realizing it. "Hurry, we're gonna be late!!!" I whined. He chuckled and changed his tshirt. "Done." He chuckled. We climbed into the truck and headed to Atlanta.

I hit the stage and did a few songs, and got the crowd going. Then it was time for my new song. The band started and I launched right in.

You got a Southern sun tan
Them big Ol calloused hands
Boy, you're as cool as the blue on a cold can
Little bit of wild child
Coming through that rebel smile
With your wearing-whatever-the-hell-you-want kinda style
The kinda naughty habit I could get used to

You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
And I'm as gone as I've ever been
And it ain't wine or whiskey, baby
You put your hands on me
I'll put my hands on you
We'll get outta hand, yeah
I'll deal you whatever hand you want me to
I can't quit
Can't kick this kind of craving
Boy, you drive me
50 shades of crazy

Hint of a lime twist
Cinnamon lipstick
I'm dropping hips give a glimpse of my secret
Starts with just a kiss
Then we take innocent
Put it in the rearview
And haul ass straight for sin

Boy, I lose my mind
A little more every time
I feel you reaching 'cross the line
Then I feel my body unwind

50 Shades of crazy

You put your hands on me
I'll put my hands on you
We'll get outta hand, yeah
I'll deal you whatever hand you want me to
I can't quit
Can't kick this kind of craving
Boy, you drive me
50 shades of crazy

After the song the crowd went absolutely wild. Brantley was grinning when I looked over to where he was standing. I dropped the mic and took off for him. He opened his arms and caught me, just like he always did. When I finally let go of him I kissed him. "What did you think?" I asked him shyly. "It's perfect baby." He smiled proudly. I grinned happily and ran back onstage to say goodbye to the crowd.