Hers to Choose (Cannon Cousins) (7 page)

Alex watched the
passionate expression play over her face. Her nostrils flared, her eyes
sparkled. He thought of pulling her up to his body and kissing those pink lips,
imagined her passion directed at him.

 
“So.”
He tried to get on track. “I need to tell you—Dan has set some conditions for
our continued stay here. We’re prepared to pay for the full amount, assuming
you agree to these terms.”

Her hands grabbed the
sink where only a short time earlier he had molested her. And she had
responded. The image of her in that spot had become permanently etched in his
brain.

“Okay, what?”

“We’d like dinner here
each evening. That way we can shower, maybe catch the evening news. Second, he
expects your continuing cooperation with his, uh, special requests.” He
paused,
trying to deal with what he knew was coming next.
“He wants you to wear a certain outfit to serve meals.” He walked to the living
room and returned with a small bag.
“Starting now.”

He swallowed as she took
the bag. The things Wade had given Dan—he had no idea how he would get through
this. Before, everything about this had been theoretical. When he went through
the bags with Dan, he couldn’t imagine her body in these ridiculous outfits.
Now, his eyes closed, picturing her, he slammed hard up against the reality:
he’d never wanted a woman this much.

***

She took the bag from his hands,
stepping toward the doorway as Dan entered. He had dressed in a gray pullover
and jeans, his pale blue eyes taking on steely tones. Wetness still tangled his
light blonde hair into unruly clumps. Oh, shit, these gorgeous men. She had to
get out of here before she made a complete fool of herself.

“Keep in mind that is the
entirety of your costume, Miss McClure,” Alex called after her as she pulled
her bedroom door shut.

It didn’t take two
seconds to see why he made that last remark. The brief contents of the bag
scattered over the bed—shiny black high heels, a white-and-black maid costume
with short sleeves, bodice with high collar and the breast area open, and short
black skirt and white frilly apron, plus a garter belt, sheer black stockings,
and an assembly of silver clips and chain. Nipple clamps. Oh my god. She sat
heavily on the side of the bed.

Sexy costumes for
submissives
weren’t exactly a new idea. When she packed up
to move to the farm, Goodwill got the outfits Ethan liked her to use. She hadn’t
missed them.
But now?
Heat raged in her pussy—she
couldn’t refrain from stroking herself a few times as she ripped off her
clothes and fastened the hose to the garter belt. Her ass tensed, easily
exposed under the short skirt. The heels were four inches, higher than anything
she normally wore.

The tall black satin and
white lace collar felt odd since from her throat to just under her breasts the
garment was open. But that quickly slid out of her consciousness as she buttoned
up the front and looked in the mirror. Juices oozed as she surveyed herself—red
curly hair cascaded past her shoulders, the wide collar fit snugly around her
neck, the sheer apron and tiny skirt skimmed the tops of her thighs, and
shadowy hose encased her long legs.

Her breasts loomed in
front of her like melons, tingling with excitement. Holding her breath, she
fastened the torturous little clips to her erect nipples, the silver chain
between them pulled rigid in the expanse. Oh shit, the pain on her nipples. Her
hand went to her clit, massaging the swollen nub. Any second...

“Miss McClure.”

“Oh!” she whirled around.

Alex stood in the
bathroom doorway. His gaze ran up and down her body, brooding and intensely
blue. “If you don’t mind...”

She hurried behind him to the
kitchen, tall heels clattering on the old oak floors. Now she felt really
stupid. He had caught her standing in the bathroom playing with
herself
in this silly outfit. If he had any doubt before,
now he surely knew how completely desperate she had become. Her nipples
throbbed. Her pussy lips remained sensitive and swollen from Alex’s brief
invasion, and her clit stood rigid so that every step rubbed it more. How had
things managed to get so out of control?

They immediately attacked
the eggs and sausages but requested she cook pancakes, and working with flour
and eggs and milk took on an extra degree of difficulty as she pecked around
the kitchen trying not to stumble in the high heels. Every time she bent
slightly, they got a full dose of her bare ass. She could feel their stare on
the lower shadows of her pussy when she carried the syrup and butter to the
table, on her breasts swaying and tugging the chain with every move.

Bryn set the heaping
platter of pancakes on the table and waited. Cream kept surging between her
legs, soaking the hair. Minutes passed as they devoured more of the breakfast.

“Come over here,” Dan
commanded, moving his plate aside and dropping his napkin on top.

“Yes,
sir.”
She
tottered over to stand by his chair.

“Take a seat,” he said,
pulling her breast chain and forcing her onto an adjacent chair as he turned
his back to Alex.

She sat down and saw
immediately what he intended as he unzipped his jeans and his enormous cock
stood straight up.

“Your service, if you
please, Miss McClure,” he said with a tight smile.

Her glance flew to Alex,
as if she needed his permission. His eyes met hers for a split second, and then
he looked away to fork several more pancakes onto his plate. Clearly, he meant
to have no role in this, this…whatever it was. Oral sex jumped past the stated
idea of discipline, but then, she had agreed to submit to Dan’s mastery.
Whatever it was about him, she couldn’t deny how much she wanted to please him.

Alex poured syrup on his
pancakes and cut through the stack as if Dan hadn’t exposed his cock, as if she
wasn’t walking around with nipple chains and her body barely covered.

Heat flushed over her as
she lowered her hot face and licked around the wide head of his cock for a few
seconds before taking it into her mouth. Her breasts pressed against his
muscled thigh as she licked and sucked up and down. She held both hands around
its length, and still had a mouthful. Spicy male scent rose from his groin,
intoxicating and demanding, and her body responded with little moans and fiery
pangs.

Alex’s chair scraped back
and she heard him leave the room.

What a relief. His
presence had loomed over her and made her uncomfortable with Dan. If she was
going to make Dan happy, she needed to concentrate on what she was doing. She
felt his hand on her head, pressing her mouth further onto his dick. The head
of it had thickened to red hot, and it shoved against the back of her throat.

She imagined Alex’s thick
cock inside her, driving her mad deep in her belly. Damn it! She had to stop
thinking about Alex.

Dan’s presence captured
her, pinned her down. If he wanted her mouth on his cock, she wanted her mouth
to be there. Her need to please him wiped everything else out of her mind as
his fiery penis started to throb. Her tongue and hands lavished the veined
length, massaging his come as it began shooting down her throat. His hand
tightened on her hair, shoving her face down. Groans erupted deep in his chest
and his hips jerked upward. Swallowing and bringing him deeper into her throat,
she sucked until his spasms diminished.

“Oh,
damn
.” He let
out a long noisy sigh. His hand rested on her hair in a brief caress. “Thank
you, dear Miss McClure,” he said quietly.

He fastened his jeans and
took a large stack of pancakes to butter. She tried to compose herself, turning
to the sink to start washing up. Dan held up his coffee cup and she hurried to
bring him a refill before returning to the sink, her pussy squishy with each
step. She heard the chair scrape again and looked back to the table to see Alex
had returned. His jaw pulsed and he looked like he could break things.

“Okay, Alex, I’m
completely on board. I’ve got no problem paying for the rest of the two weeks,
if you’re still up for it,” Dan said, leaning back in the chair and stretching
his arms. “I’m confident Miss McClure will take good care of us.”

“Whatever,” Alex
muttered,
shoving back his half empty plate. He pulled out
his wallet and started counting out one hundred dollar bills. He glared at Dan.
“And your share?”

Dan laughed and stood up.
“Back in a minute.”
The front door slammed as he went
out.

Alex’s stare burned into
her. “Come over here, please.”

She caught her breath as he
tugged on the nipple chain and pulled her next to his chair. Had he changed his
mind? She could think of nothing she wanted more than to submit to Alex. Her
eyes half closed as he slid his big hands around her waist and stroked over her
tense buttocks and between her moist thighs. She moved against him, her gaze
locked into his, daring and begging at the same time. One of his hands moved to
the front, so that under the little skirt his fingertips plundered her soaking
wet hair and stroked her clit.

“Oh, god,” she whispered.
“Yes...” Her body remembered, still simmering from where he’d left her an hour
before.

“You are so beautiful.
And hot. I’ve got no business doing this…” His voice trailed off as he shoved
his thumb against her hardened clit, mashing it in circles. With his other
hand, he stroked her buttocks.

Her belly contracted,
sending more cream against his hand.

“But I can’t resist,” he
added. His long finger plunged inside while he kept his thumb on her clit.

“Oh,
yes
.”
Shamelessly, she arched her back and rubbed against his hand, grinding back and
forth. She wanted so much more than his fingers. She wanted all of him, on her,
in her.

His other hand massaged
her clit. “Damn, Bryn…” he whispered.

Her hips rocked with his
probing finger. She gave her body to his hands,
gyrating
her hips as he stroked his finger in and out. Her pussy began clenching and
pulsing as fire burned through her belly. Juices flooded out of her as her
orgasm exploded.

“Oh, oh my god, oh my
god,” she groaned, gripping his shoulders with her hands. Her knees buckled and
if he hadn’t kept his hands in her, holding her up, she would have fallen. She
couldn’t stop coming.

He groaned as his mouth
pulled off the nipple clips and then his tongue made slow circles around her
throbbing nipples, one then the other, sending a fresh rush of juice to her
saturated folds. His fingers left her and his mouth retreated as he stood up to
grab her arms. His mouth hovered inches from her own as she waited, trembling,
hoping beyond hope he would drag her to the bedroom.

Instead, he let go of her
arms as suddenly as he had grabbed them and stepped back, clearing his throat
and riveting her in his intense blue stare. Her body reeled in shock, waiting.
Words wouldn’t form. She gripped the back of the nearby chair and lowered
herself onto the cool wooden seat.

“Miss McClure,” he said,
clearing his throat again. He looked down as a dark flush covered his cheeks.
“Sorry, that was…completely out of line.”

She felt him withdraw.
Her belly contracted where his hands had just been inside her. And that was it,
she realized with a rush of regret. He wasn’t going to let her suck his
beautiful cock, had no intention of ramming it into her. He straightened as the
front door slammed.  Dan’s footsteps neared the kitchen.

And thank god for that,
she corrected herself. What was she thinking? It terrified her to consider what
would happen if he did exactly that. Something about him had already found a
place in her emotions, a place she didn’t want anyone to have. Hadn’t she
learned anything in all her miserable twenty-eight years? Wasn’t this what she
had promised herself never to do?

She stood up as Dan
entered the room with a handful of bills. She watched as they counted out the
full amount for the cabin and hunting, plus meals. She didn’t bother to recount
it, simply excused herself as she took her naked butt out of the room on the
ridiculous high heels and slammed her bedroom door.

Shaking all over, Bryn
threw the heels and the rest of the contrived gear into the corner and pulled
on a pair of black thong panties and a black lace bra. Somewhere in her closet,
if she could find it, was a too-tight black turtleneck sweater, and, she
confirmed modeling in front of the bathroom mirror, you could see her nipples
right through the lace bra and skimpy knit.

Red splotches marked her
cheeks and her blue eyes sparked with anger. This had to be one of the more
ridiculous situations she had managed to get herself into. She would not, could
not, start wanting Alex. Eye to eye with herself, she hissed, “Stop this, Bryn
McClure. You do not want Alex. You do not want Dan. This is business and
nothing more.
Business
.”

The men were standing in
the living room when she came out. Her swollen clit pulsed against the jeans’
heavy inseam as she felt them examine her.