Free Hers to Choose (Cannon Cousins) by Lizzie Ashworth Page A

on a killer piece of land out here in the middle of nowhere, cook up some
of the most magnificent food I’ve ever tasted, and all of that without fear or
interest in sharing any of it with a man.” He leaned toward her. “Is that what
you’re telling me?”
    Beautiful, he said. Magnificent food. Her brain reeled with the sudden wealth of
compliments. Heat rushed to her cheeks. She felt she must be blushing, a
ridiculous development. She looked at him, trying to figure out what he was up
to. “Yes, I mean, I have had interest in men. And may in the future,” she
managed. “But in general...”
    He tugged the chain
clamped to her nipples, coaxing her from the chair and toward him. “In general,
you were saying...” he said quietly, bringing her within two feet of his body.
    Heat poured off his
muscled chest. Or maybe it was her. Or the wood stove, she thought frantically.
What the hell was she saying? She couldn’t remember. His thumb was stroking her
nipple around the clamp. She clenched her buttocks.
    “What do you want right
now, Miss McClure?” he whispered.
    “I...I,” she stammered.
Had he decided to join Dan in this discipline thing? Because
she desperately wanted his discipline. She wanted him to punish her,
hold her down, force her. “I want... oh, I can’t.”
    “Don’t you feel you’ve
pushed far enough, Miss McClure? Isn’t discipline what you need?”
    “Yes,” she said
immediately. Damn damn damn .
“I mean, no.”
    He smiled, boring into
her with those intense blue eyes. God, he was gorgeous, such sensual lips, the
jawline starting to show beard shadow. His bare shoulders and chest gleamed in
the candlelight. If she could put her fingers through that unruly hair, bring
his lips to her mouth. She closed her eyes.
    “What do you want?” he
asked again.
    “I want...you,” she said,
her pussy pulsing with the words. She couldn’t face him, kept her view set on
the floor.
    He scooted back his
chair. The front of his white Thinsulate pants
stretched upwards with his enormous erection. “Me. To
do…what, Miss McClure?”
    Her mouth watered, her
skin flushed, and she had lost the capacity to form words. She looked at him,
her survey wandering over his tempting mouth before startling up to meet his
intense gaze. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
    His biceps bulged as he
forced her over his lap so her breasts crammed unceremoniously against his
thighs. She couldn’t believe what he was doing.
    Whap! His big hand slapped her bare butt
in a resounding blow.
    “Oh!” she jumped,
stiffening.
    Another whap! and another. Her crotch surged with juices as a warm glow
spread from her buttocks. Her breasts throbbed against his thighs. His hot hand
briefly rested on her stinging ass cheeks, and then another series of slaps burned
across her ass.
    His hand roughly pulled
her up and forced her into a kneeling position on the floor beside his chair.
“Is that what you like?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “Is that part of your
general idea about men, Miss McClure, that you can get
away with defying orders?”
    “Yes.” She shook her
head. “I mean, no.”
    He tugged at the front of
the tight pants and released the staggering length of his cock. “And so I’m
left to guess that what you gave Dan this morning was disgusting beyond
description.”
    His tight hand on her arm
directed her to a chair and pulled it toward him.
    “No. I mean, yes.” Oh god
she wanted nothing more than to run her tongue down that silken shaft, around
its swollen head, take his heat deep into her throat. She licked her lips.
    A slight chuckle escaped
his throat. The sound of his laugh thrilled her, soft and intimate. “Whatever
your intent, the message was lost. Dan received a great deal of pleasure from
your talented mouth. So if you meant to convey your general displeasure with
men, you failed to do so.” He pushed his hand between her legs, spreading them,
and began thumbing the throbbing nub. “And from