Hers to Choose (Cannon Cousins) (29 page)

His mouth tugged at the
corner again. Maybe amused, maybe not. It didn’t matter. Her temper flared at
the idea he thought she needed to be spoon fed every step of the way.

“Look, Dan, I’d like to
get something straight. I’m not an idiot. I somehow managed to get through life
before I met you, and I’m sure I can continue to do so. I’m giving my full
attention to this project. Is there anything you’ve found so far that I’ve
screwed up?”

He scooted back his
chair, and for a second she flashed back to his discipline sessions. A surge of
wetness appeared in her panties and she breathed faster.

“No,” he said, standing
up slowly and adjusting the waist of his slacks before coming around the table
to stand beside her chair. “And we can’t afford for that to happen.”

He pulled her up. He
turned her toward him and lowered his mouth to hers, brushing over her lips.
Was he going through the motions in order to prove something? Torment her?
Should she resist? His hands made their way down her sides and over her
buttocks before pulling her tight against his lower body. An erection pressed
through his slacks and against her belly.

Her nipples raced to
pebble hardness and her clit stiffened. His big hands began massaging her
buttocks, and she wanted him immediately. His lips continued brushing over her
mouth, her cheeks, down her neck. Her nostrils flared and her legs shivered.

“Has anyone serviced your
needs recently?” he whispered against her neck. “Are you distracted from your
business, Miss McClure?”

“No, I....I’m, yes, I’m
distracted.” She had to have this, she thought frantically. It wouldn’t fill
the hole left by Alex. Her desire for Dan fit an entirely separate part of her.
But maybe it was all she could ever get. And it would help her forget.

Whatever he wanted her to
say,
she suddenly realized she would say it. If he
wanted her submission, she would happily give it. Any time under his control
would feel like relief from the pain and confusion she carried around every
day. His arms held her in an iron grip. Heat blazed up her chest.

“Distracted is not
acceptable, Miss McClure.” He stepped back. “Lucky for us, I anticipated this
might be the case.”

He walked to his things at the couch
and returned with a small bag. “You’ll find your garments in here. Get dressed
and let me see you.”

She let her mind go
blank. It was an absurdly familiar and thrilling moment, his demands, the full
realization of what might come next. It felt like a betrayal of Alex, but then,
Alex had someone else and had made it clear there was to be nothing further
between them. Maybe Dan didn’t excite her or twist her heart the same as Alex,
but it was better this way.
Sex without commitment, without
demoralizing emotional baggage.
She glanced up at Dan. A sly smile
curled his mouth but didn’t extend up to those calculating pale eyes, watching
her, demanding.

The bag contained an
abbreviated white blouse with little cap sleeves and a center tie that barely
fastened around the bottom of her breasts. There was a red plaid skirt with
wide pleats fastened to the waistband, also quite small, that fit low on her
hips if she pulled it down far enough to barely cover her crotch. And white
hose with elastic bands that held them to her legs at mid-thigh. She knew
better than to think there might be anything else. She put on a pair of her
white thong panties anyway and then stared at herself in the mirror.

Gooseflesh rippled up and
down her body as she studied her image. She hardly recognized herself, some
trollop in a trashy outfit.  In a sudden inspiration, she pulled down her
ponytail, quickly dividing her hair and weaving it into two loose braids on
either side of her head. If schoolgirl was what Dan had in mind, she could give
it.

He waited near the wood
stove. He had closed the window curtains against the arrival of evening.
Another martini had been mixed and poured into their glasses. He lifted his
glass toward her as she appeared at the bedroom door.

“Miss McClure,” he said
in a husky voice. “You look ready for school.”

“Yes, master.”

She felt his gaze
lingering over her body,
peaking
her nipples and adding
wetness to her crotch. He remained fully clothed with his white shirtsleeves
rolled against his tanned forearms and his thighs tugging against the dark
slacks. He drained his glass and set it on the table before walking to her.

“You’re quite a handful,
you know.
So easily distracted from your studies.”
His
hands grazed over her erect breasts, thumbing the rigid nipples before trailing
down past the skirt and finding the panties.

He snapped the elastic
band. “Can you not follow even the simplest instruction?”

Her crotch pulsed in
response as he yanked the panties to her knees and let them fall to the floor
around her ankles.

She licked her lips.
“I...need correction,” she murmured as his hand slid back up her thigh.

His fingers traced
through her wet pussy hair, lightly stroking the swollen clit.

“Severe
correction.
Sir,”
she added.

“Yes, I can see that.” He
led her to the table then tied one of her wrists to a chair back. In moments he
had fastened the ankle and wrist of her left side to one chair and the other
ankle and wrist to another chair. With the chairs on either side of her, she
remained upright as he again fondled her clit.

“The problem about your
discipline,” he mused, using his other hand on her breasts, “is that there’s no
secret you enjoy it. Now, on the other hand, if I could manage to truly
punish
you,” he menaced with a hard pinch on her nipple, “so that you learned to stop
making the same
mistakes
,” he pinched the other nipple, “then perhaps
you wouldn’t need so much
correction
,” he finished as his other hand
landed a hard slap on her ass.

He walked away and took
another drink of his martini before bringing her glass to her and holding it
for her. He tipped the glass so that she had to gulp half the liquid. Then he
opened his briefcase again and took out a familiar wooden paddle.

“I gave this a lot of
thought, Miss McClure,” he continued, striking the paddle against his hand in a
loud slapping noise.

Her thighs clenched. She
felt herself sliding into complete submission.

“I think you really need
discipline. Don’t you?” He positioned the chairs at an angle, so that her arms
stretched apart and she was forced to bend over.

“Yes, sir,” she
whispered, immediately feeling the spike of the drink on the back of her skull.
Her ass stuck out past the short skirt. There could be no mistake of what he
had planned. Her hands gripped the chair rails.

“Safe
word, Bryn?”

“River,” she breathed.

Much as she longed for
the heat of Dan’s spanking on her shivering buttocks, so far she hadn’t stopped
thinking about Alex. What would he say? Did he know? Her mind careened wildly
in those last few seconds before she heard the paddle whoosh through the air
and a painful
whack
ended up on her ass cheeks.

Each slap of the paddle
burned like fire across her tender flesh and focused her mind on Dan. Each jolt
of singeing pain released another burst of wetness in her pussy. There was no
question about the seduction exerted by bondage and discipline, or Dan’s
natural talents as a
dom
. She loved it.

There was no break in the
paddling this
time
. He landed the paddle again and
again.
Whack,
whack
.  Cream surged in her pussy as the skin
on her buttocks began to burn.

“Hurt me, Dan,” she
pleaded. “Make me stop thinking.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,
Bryn.” his voice came close to her ear. “But I’m going to get your attention.
Make you stop thinking, just like you asked.”

He shifted and brought a
cane across her buttocks. It bit into her flesh in a searing line.

Thwack!
 
Thwack!
 

“
Ohh
!
God, yes,” she gasped as pain radiated down her legs and tears stood in
her eyes.
A cane.
Never had a caning before, but she’d
seen others caned at Wade’s dungeon. She always felt a little envious. A little
laugh escaped her throat.

“Count,” he ordered.
“This is three.”

“Yes sir,” she gasped.
“Three.”

Her body heaved with the
force of his lashing, her voice cracking by the time she counted seven and he
stopped. Tears stood in her eyes. Her breasts had pulled against the little white
blouse and the tie loosened. Her ass burned like fire.

Dan came around in front
of her, pulling open the buckle on his belt then lowering the zipper on his
expensive slacks. He pulled off his boots then let the slacks drop and
carefully folded them onto the nearby table. With his boxers removed, he turned
back to her, crouching to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“Still thinking?”

She shook her head and
stifled a sob.

“Good. Now, I want you to
please me.” His voice coaxed. “I think you know how.” His erection thrust
forward between the white shirttails as he moved toward her mouth. His cock
shoved past her lips.

In her leaned-forward
position, the thickness of his cock filled more of her mouth and shoved further
into her throat than before. Gagging chills raced over her, sending jolts
through her chest. He held her pigtails in his hands, keeping her face taut
toward him. Fire from her buttocks radiated up her body as his cock bruised her
lips. She wanted to laugh in pleasure, his cock in her mouth and her buttocks
blazing.

He shifted his hips side
to side as he fucked her mouth. Her arms were too spread apart for her body to
form any resistance. His motions gave her little room to maneuver or respond—or
think. The spiced scent of his groin swelled in her nose as his heat came up.
Veins protruded along the engorged length of his penis as he repeatedly dragged
it out of her mouth and then forced it in past her lips and against the back of
her throat.

Little moans began
cascading out of her. The blouse came completely undone in his movement, and
her breasts swayed against the loosened fabric with each of his thrusts. She
felt his fire swelling from his nuts, expanding his thickness and burning the
knobbed head against her tongue.

Suddenly, he slid the
chairs and brought her partly upright then squeezed her swollen breasts around
his cock for a few hard strokes before the big hot shaft began to spurt semen.

“Oh, shit, yes,” he
gritted. His hips bucked up, and his hands crushed the white mounds around his
spurting cock. She felt the warm fluid land on her chest and breasts, against
the underside of her chin. A last few jerks of his hips, then his hands were
smearing the sticky mess over her breasts.

She felt sick with his
disrespect. This was more than control. He expected her to feel completely
overwhelmed. It was nauseating, and she wanted more of it, loved that he had
fucked her breasts, thrilled in the feel of his ejaculate on her skin, wanted
to experience his calculated disgust all over her body.

He pulled on his boxers
and drained his glass, bringing the chairs together so she could stand.

“Nice work,” he growled.
“I could get used to this.”

He went to fix more
drinks, leaving the come to dry tight over her skin. In a few moments, he came
back from the kitchen, again holding the glass for her and lifting it so that
she had to gulp the liquid. Her head reeled.

A few moments passed as
he added more wood to the stove and sipped his drink. She giggled, completely
lightheaded.

“I’m yours, Dan. Fuck
me,” she ordered. “I’m telling
you
, do what I say.” She licked her lips
and wriggled her hips suggestively. “I’m a naughty girl,” she teased, wagging
her breasts so they rocked from side to side.

“Yes,” he growled, his
face darkening. “You’re a very naughty girl. And I’m the only one to discipline
you, aren’t I?” He shoved the chairs so that she bent from the waist, then
picked up the paddle and began a fresh round of spanking in a flurry of light
rapid slaps over the painful cane welts.

The flesh of her buttocks
became swollen and hot. Her thighs kept clenching and she thought she would
orgasm from the spanking. “Oh, fuck me, damn you, fuck me!” she cried out.

He interrupted his volley
of paddling to pump his fingers into her vagina and slide them up the shaft of
her burning clit in slow regular strokes until sweat blazed over her. Juices
flooded her pussy, oozing onto her thighs and across his hands.

“You’re too easy,” he
taunted her. “You haven’t earned a fucking.”

The paddle scorched over
her blistered ass until her body jumped at every stroke and heat radiated down
her thighs and up into her belly. Then his hands forced her cream with more
invasions of her throbbing vagina.  Moaning and cries burst from her
throat as her climax hovered just out of reach.