Hers to Choose (Cannon Cousins) (36 page)

With her hands still tied
behind her, she used her whole body to pleasure him, draping her breasts
against him each time she brought his cock deep along her tongue. Something
about him had changed. She hadn’t thought she could want him more, or be more
blown away by his sheer masculine energy. But she was.

She sucked him in,
writhing against him with little sighs and slurping noises. In a steady rhythm,
she took him over the ridges in the roof of her mouth, past the grazing tips of
her teeth, along the length of her tongue.

His hands rested in her
hair, crushing it in handfuls, flexing his fingers in its length. His hips
began moving, shifting in barely perceptible circles so that he filled her
mouth and throat with glorious thick cock.

“Oh, Christ,” he groaned,
holding her hair tightly. Abruptly, he withdrew.

“Oh, please, Alex, I want
you.”

“Did I give you
permission to speak?” he gritted.

He loosened the ties
holding her hands and laid her back on the bed, dragging her forward so that
with her legs bent tightly, her hips and feet hovered at the edge. With her
feet spread apart, her wet center became fully exposed. He wrapped the ties
around her thighs and ankles to hold them together before fastening her wrists
to the far side of the bed.

A
frogtie
,
she realized. Where, when did Alex learn this?

The question, any
question, fled from her mind as soon as his hands slid down her legs. He rubbed
the bottoms of her feet then briefly massaged her calves before brushing down
to the sensitive skin near her crotch. His fingers grazed over the crease
between her pubis and thighs, traced the outline of her pelt and then explored
upward toward her breasts.

“We need lessons in
control, don’t we?” he menaced, leaning over her with a curling smile. He
rolled her rigid nipples between his fingers to send spears of heat through her
belly then bent to capture them in his mouth, sucking while he massaged her
swollen breasts upward and back.

The full force of his
energy centered on her breasts as he mouthed and tongued, sucked and bit,
kneaded and rolled. Her breasts became heavy and fevered. Her clit throbbed in
sympathy. His mouth and hands drew her up, stretched the turgid flesh, heaved
the tumescent mounds from side to side and suckled the worried nipples until
she cried out. 

When she arched and
writhed, he relented, settling back to crouch beside the bed where he took up
light play over her dripping crotch. His teasing fingertips circled through the
dense hair, running along the inner lips up to the base of her clit then back
down to her anus. Long looping strokes, so light she shivered, continued until
she wanted to scream. Still, he didn’t touch her clit or give her any relief.

Her vagina pulsed,
begging for contact. Fluids rolled down her crack. She pulled against the restraints
holding her wrists, desperate to touch herself, or him.

“Oh, oh,” she murmured,
tossing side to side.

His fingertip touched her
clitoris on the very top, sending her into shudders.

“Yes, please,” she
whimpered. “Please.”

“No, my love,” he said. “Not
yet.”

He stroked along the
inner folds until moisture squished over her entire crotch. With two fingers,
he traced along either side of her clitoris. His motion forced the hood to
slide back and forth over its distended tip, an almost painful torment that
sent chills up and down her chest. More and more heat collected in the engorged
shaft. It burned like fire, ready to burst.

He left her there,
hanging on the edge of clitoral orgasm, and tickled the entrance to her vagina.
Only the slightest movement of his finger stirred the opening, producing an
instantaneous flood of more fluids and an uncontrolled pulsation. He let his
finger be drawn slightly inside, not stroking, not giving any of the force she
needed.

“Oh, god, you’re killing
me.”

“You can take it,
Electra,” he chuckled. “Practice control.”

His finger moved in
further, still not stroking. Another finger returned to her clit, circling the
tip. Heat rocketed between her legs as his finger penetrated further. An
embarrassing surge of cream poured over his finger as he began slowly stroking
in and out.

Suddenly, he seized her
clit between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and releasing in the same
rhythm as his finger inside her. Her orgasm erupted, blazing between his hands
in rolling grasping convulsions. Cries gasped out of her throat.

In disbelief, while her
body still rushed with the last waves of climax, she felt his tongue licking
and sliding along the inside of her thighs then capturing her wet center to
plunge inside. A new wave of orgasmic pulsation gathered around him. As his
tongue spread her open, she felt another sensation at her anus, something
pressing for entry then widening in its slide past the tight sphincter.

A flash of sweat broke
over her body as an anal plug centered to hold the stretched rim open. The
burning force of the invasion sent her into a paroxysm of need. She whimpered
and tossed with the strain around the narrow entry. His tongue continued to
thrust into her vagina, and his fingers returned to her clit.

“Fuck me, please, Alex,”
she cried.

“Be good,” he replied,
releasing the ties around her legs. “Be very good.”

“Oh,
god!”

Her legs buzzed with the
release of the tight ties, barely able to extend as he rolled her over to kneel
on the floor. Her arms remained fastened above her head. All movement jostled
the wide plug in her anus, which focused her attention on the heat gathered
there.

The paddle slapped her
buttocks before she knew to expect it. Short light strokes came in a flurry.
Whack!
Whack! Whack!

Each slap seemed to drive
the heat into explosions that rolled up her ass and into her belly. Her clit
pulsed. Cream drizzled into her thicket of hair.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Are you getting warm for
me, sweet?”

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled,
a new wave of sweat sweeping over her with each new round of paddling.

Whack! Whack! Whack!
Each slap landed in a slightly
different place on her buttocks, heating the full surface of her rounded bottom
and down onto the tops of her thighs.

Whack! Whack! Whack!
She thrust her buttocks toward the
punishment, driven to an extreme frenzy by the plug stretching her anus open
and the fire his paddling ignited all over her body. Her buttocks blazed, her
vagina trembled.

Oh, she wanted him. She
wanted him in every way. Her aroused breasts plowed the bedclothes, remembering
his touch. Her mouth watered, hungry to taste his cock, his lips,
the
carved muscle of his chest.

He lifted her onto the
bed and turned her again, dragging her up until he could fasten her ankles to the
bed rails and her wrists at the top of the bed. With her spread before him, he
knelt, smiling, and lowered his cock between her legs.

“You’re ready for me,
aren’t you?”

“Yes,
sir.”

“Yes,” he breathed. “And
so am I.”

He entered her in slow,
short movements, gasping at each new increment of immersion in her hungry
wetness. His size spread her open, claimed her,
filled
her.

Her hips bucked up to
take him all the way in, her belly desperate for what she had wanted so long.
This was what she had been born for, she realized from a distant place in her
mind.
This man, this incredible wonderful man.

Almost weeping in
pleasure, purring deep in her throat, she raised her head to lick his nipples.
She rubbed her cheek against the crisp hair of his chest. His muscled sides
bunched in his movement, his biceps curled. She drank him in, felt every ridge
and vein of his cock in his ferocious onslaught. His hips pumped against her,
his heavy balls drawn up tight and nudging the thick plug still holding her
anus open.

“Alex, my god,” she
gasped. “Yes.”

“What do you want, Bryn?”
he growled, suffering in his determined slow pace.

His cock found her
deepest secrets, primal memory old as mankind.

“You,
Alex.
I want
you.” She yielded to him, pliant, blissful, beyond thought.

His mouth captured hers,
spreading her lips open as his tongue plunged against hers. Fiery heat raced
over her as her pussy began to contract around him in orgasmic frenzy. His cry
rang out as hot come surged inside her, raging out of him as he shuddered and
groaned and called on the ancient gods.

He released her ties and
removed the torturous device, sending fresh shivers up her back. They lay side
by side, his arm nestled over her chest, his leg across her thighs. He leaned
up and kissed her again, tenderly, with refreshed longing. Another groan
rumbled in his chest as his penis throbbed against her hip.

“I’ve never felt this way
about another woman, Bryn, just so you know. Like I said, I’m sick with it. I
went to training so I could understand you.”

“Training?”

“How to dominate,” he
said quietly.
“The whole BDSM thing.
I needed to
understand.”

“Alex, that’s amazing.
That explains the, um, approach.”

“I have to admit, I
learned a lot, about how it works, about how it can be for the people involved.
I thought I could find a way to make you want me.”

“That’s so… I don’t know
the words.”

“I’m not saying I can be
a good
dom
,” he said
hesitantly. “It doesn’t fit me like it fits Dan. He’s just naturally an asinine
control freak.” 

Bryn joined his laughter,
marveling at her intense pleasure in touching his skin, in hearing his voice.
“Please understand. I’d rather have you than
all the
kink in the world.”

They lay in silence for a
while, kissing and snuggling as the morning advanced to noon. He left briefly
to bring glasses of water.

“You know, however much I
tried to resist, told myself ‘no,’ I couldn’t stop wanting you, hoping,
waiting, not knowing.” Her body molded itself against him. “That’s so crazy. I
mean, no wonder I was so afraid—terrified you’d love me then leave me,
terrified you wouldn’t love me. Who falls in love with a voice, anyway?”

“Christ,” he held her
face, kissed her. “I can’t say how much I love you, words simply don’t cover
it.” He
raised
up in the bed, staring at her with his
eyes dark and intense. “But I made a commitment to myself, that if I ever found
a way to make this work—no, I take that back, part of my new effort to be
more—dominant…” He laughed. “I want you to have what you want: tied up,
spanked, dungeon visits, sessions with experienced
doms
.
If you want Dan, I want you to have Dan. Actually, I think I would prefer you
having Dan than a stranger. You tell me, we’ll do it.”

“Alex,” she sat up in the
bed. “I love
you
. I don’t feel that way about Dan. Dan is…well, you said
you went to some training. Dan is a natural
dom
, okay? He puts his authority over me without even
trying, and I respond to that. It’s not like it involves emotion. He and I
are…friends.”

Alex’s stare burned into
her. “I want to marry you, Bryn, and I don’t want you to think you have to give
up anything to be my wife.
Except,” he grinned, “this crazy
idea that you’re going to live without a man.
I’m pretty firm on that
one.”

“Ha
ha
,
no, wow, let’s see, do I want to give up living without you? Hum…”

“I promise I’ll earn it.
I’m learning this kink stuff, but I need more…instruction.” His grin broadened.
“Lots of homework.”

He grabbed her wrists and
forced her down on the bed. Her nostrils flared and he laughed before pulling
her back up.

“You are gorgeous, you
know.”

Bryn sat speechless
across from Alex in the tumbled bed. He wrapped his legs around her, pulling
her toward him.

“I…I don’t know what to
say, Alex. You’re completely blowing my mind. I didn’t think I could love you
more than I already did.”

“Will you marry me, Bryn
Electra?”

“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yes!” She threw her arms around him, kissing the side of his face, holding his
head in her hands. “But Alex, I’d marry you no matter what. No kink required.”

“Umm, I can’t get enough
of you,” he began, pinning her back to the pillows.

She felt his erection
against her belly, the strength of his thighs surrounding her, his strong hands
holding her wrists to the bed, and knew, really for the first time in her life,
that things would only get better from here.

The three of them gathered in the
Cannon Company conference room with its high ceilings and wall of tall windows
that looked out over the night skyline of St. Louis. Thick gray carpet sank
under her pumps as Bryn adjusted the jacket of her rust-colored suit and
wriggled slightly to pull down the pencil skirt as she sat at the end of the
table. Long blue stones rocked against the sides of her neck, dragging the few
tendrils that had escaped the tight bun of hair on her crown. Her breasts pulled
the blue silk blouse where she had released the jacket button. She knew both
men watched her every move.