Western Ties: Compass Brothers, Book 4 (10 page)

She wasn’t certain they’d ever break through this barrier unless she prodded. Her pussy grew wetter, hotter as she imagined exactly how much more she could take from him. “I
need more.”

His fingers loosened, and she could tell she’d shocked him. She broke free of his grip and rose, stepping away before he could grab her.
 

“God dammit, Leah. I won’t let you leave. You’re mine.”

“Ha!” She darted to the left, putting the bed between them as a barrier. Her heart raced when he took a step closer, his stance firm, menacing, sexy as hell. “I’m not that easy.”

Sawyer put his hands on his hips. She rejoiced when the pain that had ravaged his face all day faded, replaced by determination. Her powerful man was returning. Maybe he didn’t have control over what was happening in his family, but she could give him this chance to take charge, to find his bearings for a little while.
 

God, she wished she were so benevolent. Truth was she was a selfish bitch, and she was forcing his hand for her own greedy purposes.

“Don’t make me chase you, rose. I warned you last night about saying no to me.”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “You’d have to catch me first.” She taunted him, beckoning him with her finger. “Come and get it. If you think you’re man enough.”

He reacted like a sprinter to the starting pistol. She’d expected him to go around the bed, so she was caught off guard when he lunged over the king-sized mattress. She bolted to her right in an attempt to escape. Sawyer anticipated her direction, charging after her. His fingertips brushed her arm, but while he was forced to find his balance on the mattress, she was on firm ground.

She dashed to the door, struggling with the lock. If he’d failed to engage it, she would have made it to the hall. Instead, the few seconds it took were seconds she didn’t have. Sawyer pressed her against the door, trapping her with his body before she could open it.

His lips touched her ear, and he practically growled at her through gritted teeth. “What are your safe words?”

She shook her head. She wasn’t quitting.

“Let me hear the words, Leah.”

“Fuck you.”

He bit her earlobe—hard. “Fucking say them.”

She tried to shove him away, then threw an elbow into his gut. He grunted, but didn’t move.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

She snorted. “Empty threat. I’d like to see you try to back it up.”

He reached for her hands and she struggled. She wouldn’t make this easy for him.
 

As she batted him away—her nipples tight, her pussy on fire—she realized she
needed
to battle him. She wanted him to force her. It was the only way her mind would accept his domination.

“Last chance, Leah. Safe words. I can’t promise…”

His warning drifted into nothing. Rather than reply, she lifted her leg and stomped on his foot with all the power she could muster. His surprise gave her the time she needed, and she escaped his hold. She’d only managed to take a few steps toward the bed when Sawyer tackled her from behind. His momentum propelled her facedown on the mattress.

She tried to regain her freedom, but Sawyer had the advantage of size and strength. His entire body covered hers, leaving her powerless.

“You’re mine,” he said again.
 

Her heart rejoiced at the declaration even if her ever-practical mind screamed a reminder that this was only a short-term deal.

She might not be able to physically resist him, but she wasn’t finished fighting yet. “No,” she taunted. “I’m not.”

His body tensed. When he went for her hands again, he captured them with ease. He pulled them behind her back roughly, retaining his grip on them with one of his. With his other hand, he lifted himself away from the bed, dragging her along with him.

He might not accept the word no, but she didn’t doubt for a moment, he’d release her the instant she uttered one of her safe words. She’d never felt so exhilarated, wondering how it was possible to experience so many emotions at once—fear, excitement, desire.

He led her to the wooden structure she’d noticed secured to the wall the night before. So much had happened between them, and yet she hadn’t had a chance to ask him about all the odd furnishings. They didn’t stop moving until she was face-to-face with the large, rather-threatening-looking frame.
 

“X marks the spot?” she asked.

“It’s a St. Andrew’s Cross.” That was the only explanation he gave as he twisted her, pressing her against the leather pads, strapping first one and then the other hand to the structure. Her head rested against the wall on which the cross was affixed.

“Shoes,” he commanded.
 

Leah didn’t need further explanation as she toed off her sandals. Sawyer’s hands appeared at her waist as he removed her shorts and panties. His hands lightly caressed her hips and thighs as he knelt before her.
 

Taking her ankle in his hand, he pulled until he could secure it to one foot of the structure. Leah shuddered. While she’d enjoyed Sawyer’s bondage last night in bed, there was something so much more exciting about being bound against the beams. Last night’s capture had seemed intimate while this couldn’t be misconstrued as anything less than true imprisonment, helplessness.

Sawyer hooked her other ankle to the last leg of the cross and stepped away. She was spread-eagle against the wall, the chains at her feet and wrists allowing her no opportunity for movement.
 

“Do you love this shirt?”

Leah noticed the scissors he picked up from the desk. She shook her head. Without another word, he cut the T-shirt and bra off her body, rendering her completely naked.

She was breathless with anticipation. A drop of arousal trickled down her inner thigh. This was the single hottest moment of her life.

Sawyer ran his hand along her stomach. She shivered at the gentle touch—a direct contrast to the wicked hold of his straps. He dragged his fingers along her slit.
 

“So wet,” he whispered.

“Please,” she groaned when he pulled them away. She needed to be touched, taken, anything.

“You were a naughty girl, Leah. You have to be punished.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

He placed a kiss on her forehead, and she sensed his conflict. He couldn’t separate the Leah he’d known from the woman she’d become. He’d always viewed her as someone he needed to protect.

 
“You aren’t allowed to come until I say so.”

She nodded. She remembered that rule.

He gave her a wicked grin. “I’m not going to give you permission.”

She frowned. “What?”

“I’m going to play with you until you have no choice but to come. Then I’m going discipline you for disobeying.”

He glanced around the room, his gaze landing on the leather bench near the bed. She imagined a repeat of last night’s amazing spanking.

She wished what he described didn’t sound so damned appealing. She was having a hard time thinking of anything Sawyer did to her as punishment. “Isn’t that cheating?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Do you want it?”

“God, yes.”

He chuckled. “I can’t really punish you, Leah. I know what you’re doing.”

Her heart lurched painfully. “You do?”

“You’re distracting me. Giving me a chance to be in control.” He placed his forehead against hers. “You’re saving me.”

She blinked rapidly, refusing to mar this moment with tears. Instead, she threw out a taunt. “You know, I’ve never noticed how much you run your mouth. Any chance I can get you to shut up now? Less talk, more action?”

He raised his eyebrow and pinched her nipple roughly. “Watch it, Leah.”

She gasped when he increased the pressure on the tight nub. Her head fell against the wall, and she groaned. “Mmm. Where did you put those nipple clamps?”

Sawyer didn’t respond. Instead, he applied the same pressure to her other breast. “Topping from the bottom again. Bad girl.”

She paid for her wayward tongue, as Sawyer promised she would. He took the meaning of self-restraint to an entirely new level as he tormented every inch of her body. He covered her with little bits of pain—a bite on her breast, a pinch on her thigh. Then he’d kiss each tiny hurt better with his lips. After nearly a half an hour of teasing her breasts, he finally gave her the clamps she’d requested. This pair was different from the ones the night before, the tension stronger.

Leah groaned when he placed them on her nipples. Bolts of arousal weakened her resistance to come. He’d told her not to. Leah’s pride wouldn’t let her give in easily. She resisted her climax, pushing it away until she was physically wrung out.

Her body was on fire, but he’d sealed her fate when he’d told her she’d lose. He’d known what he was doing. He’d piqued her stubbornness, and now she was paying for the character flaw.

She clenched her fists and forced herself not to look down, as Sawyer knelt between her legs, sucking on her clit like his life depended on it. Her entire body trembled as she tried to defy her orgasm. When he drove two fingers into her pussy, it was a lost cause.

“Please,” she cried. “Please fuck me. Let me come.”

He placed a light kiss on her thigh. “No.”

“Dammit, Sawyer. You’re killing me.”

He chuckled, his hot breath tickling her sensitive pussy. Her toes clenched and she wrestled against the chains holding her defenseless against his sensual torment, reeling at the irony of her situation. Last night, she’d struggled to come, thinking that sexual reward beyond her grasp.
 

Oh how the tide had turned.

Sawyer’s mouth returned to her clit at the same time he shoved one wet finger into her ass. She disintegrated. She crumbled. She came.

Sawyer pressed his forehead to her stomach as she rode out the storm.
 

Gasping, sweaty, she hung bonelessly from the beams. Sawyer slowly began unhooking her ankles. He made sure she’d found her feet before releasing her wrists. Once she was completely free, he was there to catch her, to support her.

He shook his head, as if disappointed in her. “Naughty girl.”

She didn’t have the strength to laugh. “Sorry.” Her tone betrayed her lack of remorse.

Sawyer leaned her against the cross, keeping a firm hand on her shoulder to ensure she stayed upright. She wasn’t
that
weak, but before she could speak, he removed one of the nipple clamps.

Pain and arousal streaked through her like wildfire, and she was suddenly grateful for Sawyer’s supportive hold as another climax rumbled through her body. She was only a bit more prepared when he removed the second clamp. Tossing them to the floor, he stepped closer, caging her to the wall with his body as his lips descended to offer sweet relief to her sore nipples.

“How can I love something so much when it hurts like shit?”

Sawyer looked at her, his face such an odd mixture of emotions she wasn’t sure what she was seeing. “You’re incredible, Leah.”

She smiled at the compliment. “I’m a freak.”

He laughed. “If that’s true then I’m a lunatic because I love exploring your limits and your tolerance for pain. Love watching you explode. A man could get addicted to you.”
 

She didn’t care about other men, but she wouldn’t mind having Sawyer captivated by her. At least then she wouldn’t feel so alone in her overwhelming infatuation.

He held her for a few moments, the two of them simply standing in each other’s arms. She tried to soak up as much of his strength as possible. She recalled his earlier threat and realized they were only in the early stages of this game.

Sawyer cupped her face with his hand. “Ready to try the bench?”

She nodded. “Very.”

He kissed her softly, before murmuring, “Addicted.”

He led her to the apparatus, giving her a chance to study the shape.
 

“Kneel.”

She placed her knees on the cushion. Sawyer pressed on her shoulders, splaying her over the angled top until her head was slightly lower than her ass.

She started when he gripped her ankles and secured them to the sides of the bench. Once again, he’d found a new way to leave her exposed. She wasn’t sure what it said about her that she craved this type of bondage.

“I’m not going to tie your hands this time. Put them down and grip the base.”

She obeyed as a second wind came over her. Sheer giddy excitement wiped away her previous exhaustion. She fidgeted, anxiously awaiting his spanking. She’d loved the heat and pain he’d produced last night. Her pussy clenched, hungrily.

“Hurry,” she pleaded.

Sawyer sighed. “You need to stop trying to run the show, Leah. Maybe you need a stronger reminder of who’s in control here.”

She lifted her head and started to look over her shoulder at him, but he halted her.

“Eyes forward or I’ll blindfold you again.”

She turned her head to the front, facing the wall before her. It was then she realized there was a mirror hanging directly before them.