Western Ties: Compass Brothers, Book 4

by Mari Carr

  “That won’t be a hard one to follow,” she whispered.

  He stopped, confused. “Why do you say that?”

  His question jarred her and she blinked rapidly. A slight blush tinged her cheeks. “No reason.”

  It was a lie. The Dom in him reared in the face of her dishonesty. His fingers itched to pull her over his lap and show her what happened to subs who told fibs. He didn’t move.

  “I’m going to give you one more chance to answer my question. This time I expect to hear the truth.” He didn’t verbalize the consequences facing her. It was evident by her stricken expression she knew they would be severe.

  She closed her eyes and turned her head slightly away from him. “I—” She licked her lips.

  “Look at me, Leah.”

  She shook her head. “No. This is uncomfortable enough—”

  He placed his hand on her chin and turned her face to him. “Open your eyes, rose. Don’t you see? There’s nothing awkward between us.”

  She lifted her eyelids, her clear blue eyes catching his gaze and holding. “I’ve never had an orgasm.”

  He didn’t respond immediately. Tried to give himself a minute to process the meaning. Given her confession about taking weak lovers, he wasn’t surprised, but… “You mean with another man?”

  She bit her lower lip. “Ever. I have a tendency to think too much in bed.”

  He fought the urge to laugh. He loved her constantly whirling brain, but he could see how it would cause her some trouble—especially if none of her previous lovers had been able to make her mindless in bed.

  There was something else though that bothered him. “What about when you masturbate?” Surely she had a vibrator. She was a vivacious woman with a more-than-healthy sex drive.

  She shook her head and her blush deepened. “I get close, but then…it’s like something inside me shuts down. I’ve read a few articles on the subject, and it’s not really that uncommon in some women.”

  He considered her shut down comment and knew immediately what the problem was. The answer seemed obvious, but apparently Leah hadn’t figured it out yet.

  She mistook his silence and before he could say anything else, she sighed heavily. “This is going to be a deal-breaker, isn’t it?”

  He couldn’t help it. This time he chuckled. He couldn’t wait to show her everything she’d been missing. “My previous rule stands. You aren’t allowed to come without permission.”

  She frowned, the action causing the cutest crinkles to mar her forehead. “But—”

  “An orgasm is the ultimate form of losing control. You won’t even allow yourself that power. It doesn’t matter, Leah. You’re going to give it to me.”

  She shuddered at his proclamation, but she didn’t refute it.

  The time for conversation had ended. From this point on, the only words uttered would be commands. He had her exactly where he wanted her and nothing would deter him now.

  He moved lower, positioning himself between her outstretched legs. The sweet scent of her arousal drove him crazy and he refused to deny himself a taste any longer. Bending, he placed his lips around her clit and sucked strongly on the tiny button. Leah reacted as if she’d been struck by lightning, her hips thrashing roughly.

  He gripped her waist in his hands to hold her still and repeated the motion. Leah cried out, her soft voice driving him to crank up the play. Nipping at her clit, he slowly applied more pressure, interested in seeing exactly how high Leah’s threshold for pain was. Each time he clenched harder, she yelled louder, begging, pleading with him for more. His muscles tightened and he prayed for strength. As her need grew, so did his. His cock was aching, ready to explode.

  The skin on her thighs grew slick with arousal. Sawyer pushed two fingers inside her cunt, and Leah shuddered hard. He’d hoped the added sensation would drive her over the edge, but Leah hadn’t lied about her problem. Her mind and body waged a violent war against each other. She instantly calmed.

  Her breathing came rapidly. “Fuck,” she muttered. He glanced up. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She had to come, but something was holding her back and causing her a fair amount of pain along the way.

  “I, I w-want…”

  Her voice died as she struggled to speak.

  “I know, Leah.” He pulled his fingers out and returned with three. He slammed them to the hilt, and her body reared up. He placed his palm against her stomach, applying enough pressure to keep her still. He bent over and sucked roughly on her clit as he finger-fucked her.

  Once again, Leah climbed, her pussy muscles reaching for that last bit of glory. When it seemed inevitable, he lifted his head. “Come, Leah. Come for me, baby.”

  Her face was contorted with need and pain and when he thought she’d achieve that final goal, her body shut down. A lone tear trickled down her cheek, and Sawyer’s heart ached for her. He stood.

  Leah panicked. “Oh God, no. I’m sorry. Please don’t stop.”

  He stilled. “I’m not leaving, rose. I need a few things. Don’t move.” It was a preposterous statement—she was strapped to the bed—but his brain was focused on only one thing at the moment.

  Reaching into a box at the foot of the bed, he gathered up his tools. In the past, he’d called them toys, but tonight, they were going to help him conquer Leah and her control demon. Tonight, he was going to claim the woman, make her his.

  Glancing at the bed, he heard JD’s words in his head. Some women will leave you wanting more than a tumble in the hayloft. Leah certainly fit that bill. He grinned as the game plan changed. This weekend adventure had stretched into something more.

  If Sawyer played his cards right tonight, they could be embarking on a long-term engagement.

  Chapter Three

  Leah repressed a shiver when Sawyer returned. There was a possessiveness in his gaze that hadn’t been there before. When he’d gotten off the bed, she feared she’d pissed him off when she hadn’t been able to come. She’d dated plenty of men who took her inability to orgasm as some sort of personal affront to their so-called manhood.

  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 ex
pected 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.