The Ultimate Struggle for Power

CASSANDRE DAYNE

We love powerful men, don’t we?

The struggle for power isn’t anything new. Men and women have exuded the need to be the top dog in not only their professional but their personal lives as well. Gone are the traditional families where the husband is always in charge. Well, it continues to happen in HOH situations (Head of Household) where the culture is based in Christian religion and the male is not only in charge but provides discipline for the entire family, including his wife, in the form of corporal punishment.

Nowadays with families consisting of m/f, m/m, f/f and combinations in between, generally couples share responsibilities all the way around. While sharing disburses the work load (we hope anyway) there’s usually a push/pull situation in which still one and then the other vies for control during a portion of their relationship. Sometimes this adds spark and passion to a relationship while other times it drags long arguments out where no one wins and feelings are hurt. Entering into a D/s (Domination and submission) relationship is one way to solve this problem and some couples engage in this lifestyle. It’s a negotiation where both determine who will play which role ““ generally people who crave this culture know if they are more dominant or submissive so they find partners that share in their needs. The negotiation process is more about how far the relationship will go. Is this mostly a control mechanism where one makes the rules or is it something more physical and the use of BDSM either in the bedroom or the playroom.

What if you have two very powerful men used to getting their way? What if they refuse to give up control not only during their day to day activities but in the bedroom? In penning Power Struggle ““ I took two VERY strong macho type guys and while they’ve had and enjoyed what some would consider traditional relationships with women, they both hunger and finally realize they truly want a m/m relationship. However, both refuse to take the backseat role. Hmmm”¦ well, as you can imagine their relationship gets very physical. Let’s see how my two handle one of their first scenes.

POWER STRUGGLE

BLURB

Cole Stevens was an angry man. Being fired from the job he loved, he was only able to find work bartending at the Flamingo Rustler. And the experience left him hungry and in need of taking down a man, sexually that is. When Ryker Marks saved a sassy waitress from a badass group of bikers, Cole was intrigued. The sexy six foot seven man had a rough-hewn demeanor and a body that killed. In the dimness of Lucifer’s Lair, the man cave nestled inside the bar, Cole knew he had to have a taste of Cole and a sinful plan was born.

Ryker was in town as a respite for his ailing soul. After his fiancé pushed him aside for a stranger, he left his company in the hands of his employees and took a long drive on his Harley. After meeting Cole and realizing he was tired of hiding behind lies, he took a chance with the stunning slice of chocolate and a power struggle for complete domination ensued.

But in a series of betrayals, both men had to face their demons or one of them would be destroyed. As both Ryker and Cole travelled long and treacherous paths, neither knew the truth about the other. Could their relationship survive the deceit or would an unknown accomplice take them both down?

 PG EXCERPT

Cole growled and thrust his way through the dense crowd, pushing the men aside, heading for the large group of rowdy bikers. “What the hell is going on here?” While he was not normally Billy Bad Ass, tonight Cole dressed the part with steel-toed boots and a tight, black tee shirt. He looked dark and dangerous with his long dreads and chocolate skin and at the moment he was damn glad God had given him more than a fair share of masculinity.

“You gonna stop us?” A snarling voice came from the middle of the crowd.

“Yeah, I am.” Cole eyed the slender bartender that hugged the back wall. What in the hell was Mick doing having a kid man the bar? “Candy? You okay?” he hissed and jerked two strong bikers out of his way.

“I’m fine,” Candy snarled.

“The lady’s with us.” The heavily tattooed man drifted in front of him, pressing a single finger into Cole’s chest.

Cole stopped and stared down slowly as he sensed two more men flanking the aging blond. “Remove your finger or lose it.”

“Oh, a threat. Hmmm”¦let me think.”

As the biker took a swing, Cole pushed him hard, forcing him against the side of a pool table. This wasn’t going well. “You’re out of here!” He pointed back and forth between the men, keeping his eyes pinned on their actions. They were drunk and along with their sex drives, their sheer mass could prove to do some damage.

The friends crept closer, snarling as they shook their heads. “Think you’re messing with the wrong boys,” the taller one said, his whisper laced with anger.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cole saw Candy shift through the crowd. While she didn’t look any worse for wear, she was one pissed off little gal.

“Out now and when you cool off, you can come back to the bar,” Cole warned, realizing the other two were about to take him down. He stepped back, ready for a fight.

“You gonna make me?” the first man hissed in Cole’s face.

“Yeah, I am,” Cole said quietly, his eyes dancing back and forth across the three bullies. He bristled and ducked as the first swing came, the force and clear inebriation of the straggly man throwing the attacker’s body forward off balance.

Snarling, the man landed with his hands on the edge of the pool table and instantly swung around, fists raised. “Fuck you!”

Go! Go! Go!

As the second man gathered Cole’s shirt in his hands and shoved him hard, preparing to pepper him with harsh blows, Cole snarled and jerked free, sending the stunned man pitching into the crowd. At that moment he knew he was in deep shit. Second day on the job and he’d started a riot. “Fuck!”

The next several seconds played out in slow motion as the majority of the customers formed a circle around them, grinning, raising their fists and chanting like wild dogs.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Candy pushed her way toward Cole and held out her hands. “Stop it, boys! This is nuts.”

“You takin’ up for him sugar?” The blond man grinned, yanking her into the heat of his body and flicking her nipple through her tight tee shirt. “He can’t have a taste until I’m done snackin’ on you!”

Jerking out of his slippery hold, she placed her hands on her hips and stood to her full height, glaring at him. “You couldn’t handle me so don’t waste my time and trust me, if you touch me again, I will rip it off.”

“Ooohhhh, a ball buster I see,” he snarled. “Well we know how to deal with those kinds a bitches.”

“Bring it,” Candy hissed.

“Candy, back down.” Cole cringed, realizing the boys were no longer playing games. “Go get Lurch, now!” he demanded, forcing her toward the back door. At least the hulking bouncer could help throw them out.

“I can handle them,” Candy growled.

“Out!” he yelled as fists were raised and the three men stumbled forward, surrounding him.

It was the booming voice that everyone heard first. It was the shattering of glass that they heard second.

“Enough!” The deep rumble thrashed through the crowd, bouncing off the dark paneling.

Cole tipped his head as the large golden-haired God like man swept through the crowd, pushing the men aside like they were toy solders. The rumbling of his humongous frame as he pounded the tile floor resonated throughout the room like a jagged bolt of white-hot heat. “Shit!” You go big man.

“You heard the nice folk here. Leave the woman alone or you’ll have to deal with more than the hired help, boys.”  The man snarled and grabbed the aging blond, lifting him like a rag doll.

Cole smiled as the captive man’s eyes grew wide. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Candy grinning wickedly before backing out of the Lair. He hissed at the remaining two, relishing the way they slunk into the shadows.

“If you want a show boys, take it outside without the lady. You got it or do I need to give you a little reminder?” The hulking hero cocked his head, his eyes shimmering as he licked his lips and leaned into he shaking man, breathing a single puff of air into his face.

Tick Tock. Cole thought for sure the asshole was going to try and take on the carved hunk.

“We were just leavin’.” Huffing, the tattooed man snarled yet he refused to look the hero in the eye.

I hope you enjoyed and I love this piece ““ my third m/m and these two are about as hot as can be. Happy Reading.

 Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

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