Western Ties: Compass Brothers, Book 4 (7 page)

Obviously Sawyer was different if the look on the face of the determined man climbing on the bed was anything to go by. She should have realized he wouldn’t be easily deterred. He was a Compton and they loved a challenge. Sawyer’s serious expression told her he was a man on a mission.

A small part of her was thrilled by his tenacity, but the larger, more practical side of her feared this night was going to end like so many others before—with her faking an orgasm. It wasn’t until Sawyer knelt between her legs again that she realized his hands were full.

“What’s all that?”

He grinned, but didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted a rabbit vibrator from the mattress. She owned a similar one herself—not that it had done much more than leave her even more frustrated on lonely nights, but she didn’t mention that to Sawyer.

He placed the toy at the opening of her body and worked it in. While the sensation of it entering her was similar to what she’d experienced at home, she had to admit there was something extra sexy and naughty about Sawyer wielding the vibrator. Fully lodged, he lined up the clit stimulator and turned it on low. She jerked though she’d anticipated the familiar motion.
 

She’d only gotten close to coming with the toy when it was on high gear, but before she could offer the advice, Sawyer leaned forward until his lips were at her breasts.

She groaned when he took her nipple into his mouth, the suction hard enough it sent spikes of arousal straight to her pussy.
 

“So good,” she whispered.

He didn’t respond. Instead he continued sucking and biting until she thought she’d go mad. When he raised his head at last, she expected him to turn his attention to her other breast. He lifted his hand and the glimmer of something metallic caught her eye.

“What—?” Before she could finish her question, Sawyer snapped something onto her taut nipple, the clamp biting into her sensitive flesh.

She cried out at the pleasurable pain and fought to close her legs around the vibrator still teasing her pussy. The damn ties at her ankles held her open, helpless to take what she needed. “God. Please.”

She wasn’t sure what she wanted, but something had to give or she was likely to spontaneously combust.
 

Sawyer remained quiet, his lips issuing the same beautiful torture to her other breast. His lips, teeth and tongue worked on her left nipple until it stood erect enough for his fastener.

Once both clamps were in place, Sawyer cranked up the speed—one notch—on the vibrator.

She trembled, gasping for breath, as a thin sheen of sweat covered her body.
 

Sawyer knelt between her knees. His gaze traveled along her body, studying the havoc he was wreaking.
 

“Help me,” she whispered. “Please.”

He smiled at her. “Who’s in charge of your body, Leah?”

His question pierced. The selfish, prideful part of her soul couldn’t give him the answer he sought.
 

Her silence dragged on too long. She expected Sawyer to become annoyed, angry. Instead, he grabbed an extra pillow. Lifting her hips, he placed the pillow beneath her rear end. The action tightened the pull of the straps at her ankles.

He moved forward, something long and dark in his hand. She forgot to breathe when he raised the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. “You’re thinking too much, Leah. You’re watching my face and letting what you perceive as my feelings drive your reactions. I’m not part of this equation. This is all about you.”

“I can’t…” Her voice wavered. She couldn’t what? She’d tried to tell herself for years that her inability to climax was physical, but that was a lie. For her, it was all mental, all a damn head game.

Sawyer’s breath tickled her ear. “Of course you can,” he whispered. “You need to let go.”

Easier said than done. She sucked in some much-needed air. Without her vision, her other senses kicked in. Sawyer walked to the foot of the bed, releasing the ties around her ankles.
 

Relief suffused her. Maybe now she could work with that vibrator. She closed her legs, ready to grind her hips to force the vibrator deeper when Sawyer’s hands clamped around her ankles.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

“But I—”

“God dammit, Leah.” His voice took on that stern tone she’d expected from a Dom. “I know
exactly
what you need. Now hold still.”

She froze, his command driving her arousal even higher.
 

“Jesus.” Sawyer muttered softly and she wished she could see his face, so she could figure out what he found so amazing.

“You really are a sub,” he added. The admiration soaked into her skin like balm on a burn. She’d always suspected that truth and now Sawyer had confirmed it for her. She sighed, oddly relieved.

He retained his grip on her ankles as he moved to the side of the bed. Lifting them, he continued pulling on her legs until her feet were next to each of her bound hands. Good thing she was flexible.
 

Apparently there were more fasteners on the headboard. Sawyer secured her ankles near her hands. She was bent in half and trussed tighter than a calf in the rodeo. This was what she got for taking up with a cowboy.

Sawyer returned to his previous position, and this time she could only imagine the bird’s-eye view he had of her female parts. Her hips were elevated by the pillow, and her legs tied shoulder-width apart, leaving her open for his perusal. He was getting the grand tour of not only her pussy, but God help her, her ass.

She should be mortified, but the extreme helplessness of her new position was weaving its insidious way through every part of her body. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold. A calm she’d never experienced came over her.

Sawyer must have sensed the difference. “Who’s in control of your body?”

Her mind whirled, battling against what was right and what was true. The feminist in her shouted it was
her
body, but she wasn’t so certain that was the reality any longer. Sawyer was a master lover, while she lived in novice land. He was provoking sensations she’d never dreamed about.

She parted her lips to give him an answer, but Sawyer cut her off with a hard slap on her lifted ass. “Too long. You should be able to answer that question without thinking about it.”

She cried out when he placed three more hard spanks against her bare bottom, the unfamiliar sensation growing as his slaps grew in intensity. She’d never been spanked before. Not even as a child when she had been naughty. No one had ever lifted a finger to punish her. Something told her she wouldn’t have liked it if it had come from any other man. His slaps continued, varying in strength, each one covering a slightly different area.

Soon, the pain morphed into something unique as her pussy clenched against the vibrator lodged in her pussy. She moaned as a rumble of pleasure shook her entire body. Sawyer swatted her again, his hand landing slightly below the toy. She jerked, her pussy clamping.

“God,” she cried. “Harder. More.”

Sawyer continued to spank her, giving her something so indescribably amazing she was light-headed, dizzy.
 

She protested when he stopped, but Sawyer softly shushed her and moved to her side. “I need to take off these clamps. It’s going to hurt.”

She couldn’t imagine the removal could be any worse than his powerful spanking. She was wrong. Sawyer told her to take a deep breath, but even that didn’t prepare her for the agonizing rush of blood flowing back to her nipples.

The initial throbbing gave way to a flood of pleasurable sensations, the feelings new, unique, incredible. Her pussy muscles took over, working against the vibrator until Leah saw stars.
 

Sawyer lightly rubbed her breasts until the pain subsided, then knelt at her ass. Apart from the brief, incomplete blowjob earlier, she hadn’t touched Sawyer’s cock. His erection had looked almost painfully hard, and she wondered how he was managing to hold off.

She hungered for him. Craved him. The toy wasn’t enough. It would never be enough for her. “I need you inside me.” Her words couldn’t be misconstrued as anything other than what they were—begging.

Sawyer ran his finger around the edge of the vibrator, rubbing the wetness he found there into her clit. The touch sent a spasm through her body.

“Please.”

Sawyer didn’t respond. Instead, his finger gathered more moisture. This time, he dragged the wetness to her anus.

“Shit,” she hissed.

He ran his index finger around the edge several times before pushing in to the first knuckle. She shuddered, and he paused. She was growing accustomed to his slight starts and stops. Every time he introduced something new, he hesitated briefly to give her time to think about it. He was waiting for her to use one of her words. She wouldn’t.

Something cool hit her anus and she jerked.
 

“Lube,” Sawyer said.
 

He squeezed more lubrication inside and used it to ease his finger’s path into her ass. There was the slightest bite of discomfort to his entry, but it quickly changed into something hot, sexy, incredible.

She liked her pleasure laced with pain. Leah had hidden those thoughts from previous lovers because it seemed wrong, unnatural. Now she realized she hadn’t explored them before because she hadn’t truly trusted those men to protect her.
 

Sawyer was the only man she’d ever allow to touch her this way. In a single night, he was ruining her for all other men.
 

God.
How was she going to return to her real life on Sunday? How could she see his identical twin, Sam, around Compton Pass and not ache with sadness over missing Sawyer. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’d simply planned to get away, have some awesome sex, and then go home stronger, wiser.

She was screwed. Literally and figuratively.

“Still with me, Leah?”

“Yes.” She was—more than he realized.
 

Once his finger was lodged in her ass, Sawyer cranked the speed on the vibrator to high.

Leah hadn’t expected the sudden change. It drove all her fears away in a red-hot instant. Her body shifted into overdrive when Sawyer pulled his finger almost completely out of her ass before driving it in again.

She screamed, her pussy pulsing against the vibrator. She was so close. So fucking close.

“Need. More. You.” Each word came out in a separate pant. “Inside. Me.”

“Are you on the Pill?”

She nodded. “Yes. Please, Sawyer. Now.”

Sawyer’s finger was still lodged in her ass, but he wasn’t moving anymore. “Who’s in control of your body, Leah?”

“You.” The confession fell from her lips without a moment’s hesitation or thought. It was simply the truth.

He pulled off her blindfold and captured her gaze. “I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

The finger and vibrator disappeared before she could respond, but Leah didn’t have a chance to miss either as Sawyer placed the head of his cock at her opening. “Come inside me. With nothing between us.”

He hadn’t put on a condom. She didn’t care. She was protected, and she trusted Sawyer implicitly. He would never hurt her. At least, not more than she could stand. That sexy realization caused more juices to flow, easing Sawyer’s path into her body. Her earlier blowjob had proved he was large, but now she was appreciating how much so. Within seconds, he was as deep as their bodies would allow, filling every inch of her.

He untied her ankles, though he kept them up with his shoulders. “You ready for this?”

She grinned as she nodded, the brief assent the only permission he needed.

Sawyer retreated from her body and returned with more force than a two-ton wrecking ball. Over and over he plunged into her body. He didn’t hold back any of the strength he possessed. His claiming was so much like him—tough, powerful, demanding, beautiful.

She accepted every hard thrust as her rightful due. Sawyer may not have pursued her in high school, but she was determined he’d crave her now. Recognize the woman she’d grown up to be.

She tightened her pussy muscles, and Sawyer groaned. It was the first chink in his armor she’d seen all night, the first time he’d let his own raging desires surface. Where her constant struggle to remain in power wore her out, Sawyer embraced his need for supremacy. It defined him, made him the wonderful lover he was.
 

His fingers tangled in her hair, and he pressed his lips against hers in a hard, demanding kiss. His hips continued to move as his cock filled her. “Come, Leah.”

His voice was deep, commanding. He wouldn’t settle for defeat, and he wouldn’t let her get away with faking it. It didn’t matter. Neither were options for her. He moved faster, and her head flew back against the pillow as an unfamiliar sensation rumbled through her. Her pussy clamped down once more, harder this time, and it held. She screamed, her fingers gripping the straps at her wrists, needing something to hold her to the planet. She was flying apart. Bright, white lights flashed behind her closed eyelids as sharp pricks of lightning struck her.