Hers to Choose (Cannon Cousins) (14 page)

She took another gulp of
her hot tea and slammed the bacon wrapper open, peeling off extra slices to
cook for herself. If nothing else, maybe crisp salted fat would console her.

Dan wasted no time in
providing the morning’s promised ‘stimulation’ once he had finished breakfast.
He called for a coffee refill and only took a sip before coming around the
table to where she stood. She had hoped his appearance would suddenly disgust
her, but instead his strong body strained against his tight jeans and faded
blue t-shirt, his biceps pulled against the short sleeves and his presence
exuded overpowering male energy. She wanted to remember her anger and slight
fear as he did whatever he decided to do this morning. Surely that would avoid
or at least delay her body’s helpless response. When his mouth swept toward
her, her resolve stiffened and she managed to keep her lips unresponsive to his
demands.

He chuckled.

Damn him. His hands
grazed over her breasts, teasing her nipples which had no resistance. Their
peaks rose up against the front of the brown sweater, giving away her failed
indifference. Then his hands roamed over her sore buttocks, reminding her body
of his punishment with the switch and paddle. Pain, pleasure—surely an
incestuous combination that her ass seemed born to crave. He pulled her hips
forward, cramming his hard groin against her and revealing his own desire.
Little relief did that give her—she wanted that cock shoved up her pussy in an
endless orgy of fucking. 

Actually, the cock she
imagined driving inside her was Alex’s, but she instantly shut out that
thought.

Dan took her by the hand
and led her to her bedroom, where she stood stock still while he tore off all
her clothes and lowered her crosswise onto the bed. She held her breath, hoping
for the impossible.

And just how impossible
became abundantly clear when he pulled a handful of ties from his back pocket
and began fastening her ankles to the railings, her legs spread wide apart.

The exposure of her open
pussy brought a moan to her throat. Whatever he meant to do, she had no doubt
it would leave her as tormented as the day before. Afraid to talk, she watched
with a glare as he fastened her wrists above her head.

Smiling down at her with
slitted
pale eyes, he crouched fully dressed between her
legs, sliding his big hands along her thighs, his fingers lightly brushing her
tender pussy lips and sensitized clit. He lowered his mouth to her sore nipples,
teasing them and leaving them wet and erect. His hands returned to her gaping
crotch, dragging ever so softly along the craven opening, sliding her hardened
clit back and forth. Forced into pleasure, her juices began to flow profusely,
her clit pulsing with each circling nudge.

“You like this, don’t
you?
Being helpless, my control over you absolute?”
He
leaned back on his heels with his eyes narrowed, crouching like a tiger at the
side of the bed as his hands continued to stimulate her quivering pussy. “Tell
me, let me hear it.”

“Yes, yes, I like it,”
she whispered.

“What do you like?”

His eyes demanded her
response.

“I like having you in
control,” she groaned from deep in her throat. “I like knowing you’ll torment
me,” she said bitterly as her vagina pulsed.

He alternated between her
breasts and her crotch until her body hummed and she thrashed from side to side
in
a frenzy
, and still he didn’t allow her to come.
Her eyes locked on his blonde hair and pale stare as he lowered his mouth to
her mouth, plunging his tongue inside repeatedly while he finger-fucked her.

Playing with her seemed
to delight him, pulling her brutalized pussy lips apart to further stimulate
her starving clit. With his finger bathed in lubricant, he shoved it up her ass
and began slow deep strokes past the raw opening. Her whole body stiffened as
the long delayed orgasm began rippling through her. Groans rolled out of her
beyond her control.

“Please, oh please,” she
whispered through another groan. “Please.”

“No,” he breathed, “this
isn’t for you.”

Again he left her without
any release. The orgasm shuddered off into nothing. Tears leaked from the
corners of her eyes as he untied her.
Tears of rage, of
devastating need.

“Whatever you want,” she
begged, holding her breasts and shivering in delirious desire.
“Whatever you want.”

“I’ll consider that,” he
said, standing in the doorway while she tried to get dressed.

***

By the time four o’clock had rolled
around, her need had only increased. Everything about him preoccupied her thought—his
mouth with its curling smile, his ice blue eyes looking down on her. His sinewy
hands and forearms had become objects of her sexual need. The thought of his
penis, straining, erect, surging with come, kept looming in her mind’s eye as a
being in its own right with the power to please her like nothing else on earth.
She poured a double shot of tequila and choked it down before venturing to the
living room.

He had been out most of
the day with his stated intention to fish, and whether or not he had any luck,
she didn’t know.

“Miss McClure,” his voice
carried across the kitchen. “
Your
uniform,” he
continued, holding the garments near him in his demand that she approach him.
“Knees.”

She knelt, insanely
pleased to be asked. It felt right.

He brought her up to help
her dress. The corset again with its torturous breast straps. Garter belt,
hose,
high
heels.
A collar with a
long ribbon strap.
He fastened the collar strap at the back of the
corset. Her buttocks flinched as his hands stroked the welted skin with more
soothing cream.   

“Just a reminder of who’s
in control,” he said casually. “Not that you’ve forgotten. Have you forgotten?”

“No,
sir.”
Her
forehead throbbed. The heat of the tequila was cutting its way down her chest.

“That’s good. Very good,”
he continued, stroking her sore buttocks in slow circles. “You please me
greatly.”

“Thank you, sir.”

It felt incredibly good
to have his hands there, comforting her after all the lashing she had endured.
Almost enough for her to relax.
She didn’t want to be angry
or anxious. She wanted to enjoy this consuming submission he forced from her.
The tequila seemed to be easing its way through her body and enhancing the
effect. Rushes zoomed up and down her legs, over her arms, her neck.

She felt something encircling
her wrists and heard a snap, and found her wrists clasped in rings and fastened
to the back of her waist. He turned her around and pushed on her legs, so that
she spread them apart in front of him like some kind of rag doll. He teased her
with his fingers on her clit, stroking until her juices gushed.

“I’d guess you’ve been
without sex for a while. Is that right?”

Her face flamed. “Yes.
Sir.”

“Maybe we can fix that,”
he said while he watched her. “Do you want this?” he continued in the same casual
tone as he produced two steel balls and proceeded to shove them into her
vagina. “What?” He looked at her. “Did you say ‘yes’?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She
broke out in a sweat as the cool globes entered her, his fingers probing inside
to assure their position. She felt the weight of them and their movement inside
her, rolling around, invading her at will. Her legs quivered.

He stood up and led her
to the table, where he bent her forward and spread her legs to begin his
torture. Her breasts slid with the tablecloth as he stroked her clit from
behind. She convulsed in rhythm with his stroking. The balls rocked inside her,
slowly conquering any last shred of self-control. She felt his lubricated
finger pressing against her asshole, and longed for it, pressed against it as
she felt it slip past the painful opening and then begin its gradual invasion.

“Oh, god,” she groaned.

“What, Miss McClure?”

“Thank you, sir,” she
whispered.

He shoved the finger in further,
invading the tender canal while his other hand stroked over her welted
buttocks. Then it was more lubricant and two fingers forcing her open even
wider, stretching the sphincter.

“
Uhhh
,”
she grunted, bearing down against the pressure.

He leaned against her,
spreading his fingers and beginning to stroke in and out. “What do you need?”

“You—I need you, sir,”
she groaned. The balls rocked, surging inside her each time he slid his fingers
in. Her clit pulsed and without warning her long-delayed orgasm began to
explode over his hand, inside her, her buttocks clenching and heaving as she
pushed back against his hand. She felt his fingers slide out and something
bigger pressed between her buttocks, and then realized he had brought his erect
cock out of his jeans and intended to fuck her there.

“Yes, yes,” she cried
through clenched teeth, any culmination of her orgasm again delayed. Fire
surged through her belly at the idea of that big cock pumping into her ass.
Would it tear her open? She didn’t care. She wanted it in her more than she had
ever wanted anything.

More lubrication, then
hot tip of his huge cock pressed against the tiny opening, pushing and
insisting. Then it slid inside.

“
Ahhh
!
Oh god!”
 

Her ass stretched in a
burning ring around the shaft of his engorged cock. His hands pulled on her
hips, kneading her buttocks and adjusting her ass cheeks around his length.

“Okay, now, breathe,” he
whispered.

She felt his exhaled
breath on her skin, her hands behind her in their restraints, her crushed breasts
sliding on the table.

He began stroking her
clit again, circling then squeezing then circling again. Her near-climax
minutes before had left it engorged and irritated. Persistent and intentionally
rough, he focused on her clit as he moved back and forth, shoving his smooth
shaft further inside her with each stroke. Each time he moved his satin
thickness in a little deeper up her ass, her hips spread and pulled on him, the
metal balls rolling inside as he continued his plunder.

Now the heat of her overworked
clit blazed over her, or maybe it was the ravaging tequila coursing through her
veins. Suddenly she caught fire, crying out and wriggling her hips back to
engage his cock. Scorching heat burned the skin of her clit as it swelled
between his fingers. She wanted all of him in her, wanted his come to boil and
blast inside her.

His heavy sac shoved
against her swollen pussy as he drove himself in, filling her up with his
ridged thickness, fire rising between his legs and swelling along the corded length.
She felt her vagina gripping the steel balls as they rolled against her
insides, felt his ferocious penis spreading her ass with unrelenting hardness
and burning deep in her gut.

“Dear god,” he groaned,
rocking them both with the motion of his body. Under the sudden pinching of his
fingers, her clit burned in fiery spasms that rocketed through her body. His
come burned out of him in long surges. Her ass squeezed against his column in a
strange guttural orgasm. He shuddered, slowly easing his eruption to closure as
her body milked him.

Cool air crossed her ass
as he stepped back. Her empty pussy slowly ceased its frustrated convulsions. A
bit of semen leaked from her asshole as he pulled her arms back to help her
stand up.

With her hands still
cuffed behind her, he left her on a chair, shaken and dizzy, while he went to
wash up. When he came back, he stroked her hair, and tied a gag around her
mouth. He went into the kitchen and poured himself some whiskey, then sat in a
chair across from her to light a cigarette and lean back.

“Spread your legs, I want
to see you,” he said gruffly.

She complied, moving her
knees apart and exposing herself as more fluids leaked into the wooden seat.

“Just so you know,” he
began in a conversational tone, “you’ve been good for me, Miss McClure. I truly
appreciate your cooperation.
You and Alex.
Fucking genius.”
He grinned and lifted his glass in a kind
of toast before taking another drag on the cigarette. He drank half the whiskey
in a quick gulp and set the glass carefully on the wrinkled tablecloth.

“I don’t understand much
about what we’ve been doing. I hope I haven’t broken any rules.” He smiled
again, released the nipple clamps, and caressed her breasts. “Amazing stuff,”
he shook his head.

“I didn’t know. I always
thought I knew.” His forehead creased in a frown and he took another drag. “I
was too young to get married, that’s part of the problem. Thought I was
experienced, but I really wasn’t. Not for that bitch...” His tone shifted and
his eyes flashed flinty silver in her direction. He leaned toward her and ran
his thumb over her sensitized clit. “You really are beautiful, you know.
So responsive, soft.”
His thumb briefly penetrated her pussy
and dragged fluids over her clit. He sighed.
“Nothing like
her.
That’s the weird thing. I always thought she was perfect. I should
have known. I mean, the way she treated Alex should have been a red flag.”