Hers to Choose (Cannon Cousins) (12 page)

“But it looks like I’ll
have to wait on chasing after my trophy,” he continued.
“Business
crisis at the home office.
I agree with Dan that I’d be the better one
to go.” He glanced up at her and sipped his drink. “Dan will stay, maybe do
some fishing. I should be back in three days, still plenty of time to track
down that big buck.”

“It’ll help to let the
woods cool off for a few days anyway,” Dan observed.

She tried not to
overreact to the news. Dinner ended with cherry pie and both men eased back
from the table with satisfied expressions. Intentionally avoiding Alex’s eyes,
she held the door as they headed to the cabin. Let him leave, abandon her to
Dan and his issues, whatever the hell they were. Whether she liked it or not,
she needed this kind of behavior from Alex to help her get over her crazy
infatuation. Whatever Dan dished out, she could handle it.

Faintly disappointed that
no new round of discipline resulted from her open defiance in wardrobe, she
acknowledged the relief she felt in being able to maintain control over her
evening. The dishwasher whirred its way through the cycles as she turned off
the lights and carried the heels to the bedroom.

It was first light when she watched
Dan exit the truck carrying his bag. The Ram headed up the driveway to the main
road. Dan’s boots thumped across the porch, and he brought in a wave of icy
air. The sky had cleared overnight, rising clear and brilliant blue overhead
with the first rays of sun. Coffee in hand, he glanced through the newspaper as
she prepared his breakfast. She stayed away from him while he ate, refilling
his coffee cup but otherwise finding things to do in the kitchen. Nothing had
changed in how he irritated and challenged her. The sound of his plate sliding
back on the table brought her to the doorway.

“Miss McClure.”

 
“Yes,
sir.”

“During Alex’s absence, I
plan to focus on your discipline. So,” he said, fixing her with an implacable
stare, “we should discuss the obvious fact that you don’t seem to be very
compliant. Did you think that this discipline was meant to serve you?”

Heat rushed up her neck
and burned spots on her cheeks.  He was fucking with her mind. She managed
to shake her head, not trusting herself to open her mouth.

“No, sir, I’m here to
serve you,” she replied finally. She tried to remember how subs were supposed
to behave. She’d never really studied the finer points. It had been enough to
get her ass swatted until the glow spread over her body.

“I consider this a
failing on my part,” he continued. “You wear what you please in spite of
specific orders. It seems you think this is all about your sexual needs. I may not
know much about how all this works, but I was under the distinct impression
that you were supposed to do what you’re told.” He leaned back, watching her
closely.

“You know,” she blurted
out, “I want to serve you to the best of my ability, but it’s too damn cold to
run around in nothing but straps.”

His pale-eyed stare made
her nervous, distant and calculating in ways Alex never was. What happened to
that friendly person she had chatted with last night?

“And besides, I didn’t
start the sex stuff. You wanted me to undress. You wanted me to…service you.
Right?
What am I supposed to feel when I’ve got your cock in
my mouth?
Non-sexual?
Is that your sadistic intent?”

His eyes had narrowed to
iron slits. Now she really felt nervous. She had probably gone too far.

“Are you quite finished,
Miss McClure?” He stood up and slowly slid the chair back under the table, then
rested his big hands on the chair back before looking into her eyes.

Maybe this was a game
they
  had
agreed to. But more than ever his stare
scared her, to the point that she looked down. He walked around the table
toward her and stood so close she could hear him breathing.

“Your comments only
confirm my earlier assessment. Yes, I made it sexual, if you look at it that
way. I was under the impression that subs usually went without clothes. You
said you wanted to please me.” He chuckled. “Let’s see where this goes.”

His hands lifted her out
of the chair then slid down her arms and over her waist before coming to her
breasts. His fingertips massaged her nipples until they hardened into peaks,
obvious through her bra and faded green polo shirt.  His eyes watched her
in a calculating way, distant and menacing. She wanted to have no reaction to
his assault, but her clit had stiffened the minute he touched her and now her
pussy clenched.

His mouth against her
lips surprised her, his lips firm and sensual as they brushed over hers. Her
nostrils flared in her struggle not to respond. Then his mouth crushed harder
against her mouth, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth as his hand found
its way to her crotch.

Whatever he had in mind,
it was working on her like a steamroller. Much as she didn’t want him, she did
want what he did to her with his domineering attitude and power over her. A few
more minutes and she would be begging him no matter what she thought she
wanted. Her tongue met his, challenging a reply.

The hand cupping her
crotch stroked through the jeans. He clearly knew what he was doing to her. He
stepped back from her slightly, using both hands to unfasten them and shove
them down to her knees. She could feel his insulting stare and couldn’t bring
her eyes to meet him. Then he crouched in front of her, playing with her
throbbing clit and stroking his long fingers through the dense hair along her
pussy lips, until she grabbed his tense shoulders and gasped.

His
finger rammed inside her then, almost lifting her from the floor as he shoved
in and out.
Juice
exuded from her heated center. She was so ready.
If he wanted
to fuck her...

What was she thinking? Of
course he didn’t want to fuck
her,
this was part of
his game. She opened her eyes and looked down into his face.
Exactly
what she expected, a sardonic grin and his survey telling her that she could
hide nothing from him, nor resist him in any real way.
What she had
thought, about him being a natural
dom
—
this proved it. He stood up, yanking her jeans up tight
into her crotch.

“As for my ‘sadistic’
intent, tell me that you didn’t just enjoy what I did to you.”

“I...I didn’t, not
exactly, well, yes, it was...exciting. The idea of being forced...” Damn it,
yes, she wanted it. She had never realized how much, even in the strongest
fantasized scene. “I thought you didn’t want me to feel sexual.”

His smile widened.
“That’s great—an honest reply.
Here’s
mine: I want you
to want what you can’t have.” He stepped back, crossing his arms. “The schedule
will be that each morning after breakfast I will provide sexual stimulation
like what just occurred. This should make you more receptive to my demands. And
it teaches you to accept what I give you. Then we will both carry on with our
day.

“At four p.m., there will
be discipline to ensure continuing compliance. At five p.m., you’ll serve
cocktails and then dinner at six, after which I’ll leave you to your own
devices.” He smiled, more of that calculating expression. “I’ll make the couch
area my living quarters during these next few days. It would be a waste to heat
the cabin and have you deliver food down there for only one person.”

Bryn tried to think her
way through all he had said, but she couldn’t get past the idea of him camped
out on the sofa all night.
Walking through her bedroom when
he needed to use the bathroom.
Watching her every
move.
Worse, now her body needed him, humiliated as
that made her feel.
The humiliation itself excited her, that he could
control her so easily.

In an odd way, it was a
relief that he would be in charge. No more worrying about what to do next, what
would happen. For now, she would give up control to Dan. All she had to do was
whatever he said.

“Yes sir,” she mumbled,
keeping her gaze on the floor.

***

All day she caught herself thinking
about Dan, about his brief and intimidating sexual possession of her body. She
thawed salmon fillets and chopped onion for the risotto, hardly aware of what
she was doing. Her body had a mind of its own, remembering every encounter she
had experienced with Dan since his arrival nearly a week earlier. Wayward and
obstinate, her crotch wanting spanking and nipple clips and submission to whatever
he might demand. Dimly, she realized that her fury with Alex for abandoning her
only added to her desire for Dan’s absolute control.

By four p.m. she could
hardly breathe, so great was her excitement. Chocolate pie cooled in the
fridge, the salmon brushed with butter and wreathed with thyme and dill waited
for baking. Her clit pulsed as she stepped through the kitchen door.

Dan came through the door
and stood watching her. “You’ll tell me if I’m going too far, right?”

“Yes,
sir, safe word ‘river.’”
She swallowed. She wanted him to push her to the edge, make her mind
stop. How could she say that without making it a demand? “I…want to please
you.”

He smiled and held a
black corset toward her. “Good answer. Hose, the heels, this, the nipple clips.
The rest of it once you’re dressed,” he said.

The
rest of it.
His words repeated in her head as she struggled to fasten the tight corset over
her middle. At its top edge, elastic straps crossed around each breast and then
fastened over her shoulders to the back, causing her breasts to
jut
forward. Her nipples throbbed even before she attached
the clips. The bottom edge of the corset stopped at her hips, with long garters
down to the top of the hose.

She presented herself at
her bedroom door. He studied her silently for a few moments. What did he have
in mind? Then, as he stood up and walked across the living room, she realized
he held a switch and something else.

He slammed the switch
onto the table, making a loud snap. She winced and swallowed.

“Come grab the chair
seat,” he commanded. “Give me your complete attention.”

Suddenly eager, she
gripped the chair and bent over, waiting for the violence of the lash. Instead,
slick lubricant slid into her crack. His hands stroked over her buttocks and
then pushed her flesh apart and pressed the lubricant against her puckered
asshole, teasing and nudging the opening. Her pussy juices pulsed in spite of
her growing horror about what he intended.

His hand stole between
her legs, spreading them as he grasped her clit, sliding the fleshy hood back
and forth and demanding response until her body quivered and jumped and fluids
oozed out to soak her hair. A thick penis-shaped device pushed into her slick
pussy, instantly setting her ablaze with orgasmic trembling.

“Oh, sir,” she whispered.

“What?” His hands
massaged her buttocks, warming and stretching her. “Are you using your safe
word?”

His hands felt so good.
“No.”

Then what she had
guessed, something probing against her asshole, forcing entry. Oh, god, she
wanted it, her body craved it. Anal penetration of any kind was new, but now it
seemed like what she had been waiting for. A sharp pain seared around her
asshole as he forced past the tight muscle ring, sliding the object in a short
distance, then back out almost all the way before sliding in a bit deeper.

“That’s a good girl, just
relax,” he muttered.

Like the thing in her
vagina, it felt like a penis only with some kind of flare around its base that
snugged against her stretched anus when it pushed all the way in. In spite of
the discomfort, she realized she had never felt this full. Her hips instantly
took up the pumping rhythm, leaning in as the device moved in and out. Her
attention raced from the burn of her sphincter, the thick rubbery device deep
in her vagina, and his stroking over her engorged clit.

“Feel good?” he asked,
returning to tease her clit.

“Yes, sir,” she gasped.

As her body reacted, she
groaned, shuddering and churning, her orgasm building to explode any second.
She shoved her pussy into his hand where he had been circling her strutted
clit, but then suddenly he stopped. A strap wrapped up through her crotch,
constricting her clit and connecting to the corset, pulling the devices deeper
into her and holding them there. Something clicked and then she felt the
devices start to flex back and forth.

Dear God! Her body
exploded. Cream pulsed from her pussy. Her body arched as she swayed her hips.

Slash!
The hickory limb burned across her
buttocks.

“Oh,
sir!”
In an
involuntary reflex, her hand went back.

“Hands
down now.
Your
full attention,” he demanded. He striped her ass again. “You want to please
me?”