Western Ties: Compass Brothers, Book 4 (6 page)

He thought about tying her to the St. Andrew’s Cross hanging on the wall behind him or facedown over the spanking bench by the bed. His mind raced with all the ways he wanted Leah at his mercy and suddenly two days didn’t seem long enough.

Leah’s gaze never left his body. She was a ticking time bomb and he couldn’t wait to watch her explode.

He ran his hand along his erection. The action was meant to tease her, but it was helping him as well. He’d never failed to hold off his release for hours as he brought his partner to orgasm after orgasm. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to wait that long with Leah.

She’d accused him of never asking her out, but he’d actually planned to invite her to the prom their senior year. When he’d told his father, something JD said stopped him.

His father shared his love of hard sex and dominance, though they’d never said the words aloud. Growing up, he’d heard stories about his dad through eavesdropping on the ranch hands. At first, he’d worried about his desire for rough play, afraid of hurting girls, but hearing other men—even his dad—shared those urges had set his mind at ease. He and his father were kindred spirits. Vicky liked to joke that the fruit hadn’t fallen far from the tree when he was born.

When he had told his dad who he was going to ask to the dance, JD had simply nodded, pierced him with a narrow-eyed look and said, “Son, there are some girls in this world who will leave you wanting a hell of a lot more than a tumble in the hayloft. Leah is one of those. Keep that in mind.”

His father’s warning confused him. He’d decided not to tempt fate. He’d definitely planned to have sex with Leah after the dance, but he couldn’t promise her more than that. His plans for after graduation began and ended with getting the hell out of Dodge. Instead he’d invited Beth to the dance.

Since then, his trips home had only been quick visits and indulging in an affair with Leah had still felt wrong. He was in the Coast Guard and had no plans to stay in Compton Pass, but Leah wouldn’t be happy living anywhere else. He couldn’t suggest a long-distance relationship because it would never have been enough for him, and he couldn’t ask her to give up her job to come with him.

Looking at Leah now, Sawyer realized his father had been right to issue the warning. The timing had been wrong for them before.

He crawled onto the mattress, covering her body with his.

Leah’s breathing accelerated.

“Easy,” he whispered.

“I’ve never felt like this.”

“What do you mean?”

She closed her eyes. “I’m coming out of my skin.”

He grinned. “Well, guess that’s the only option left since I’ve already gotten you out of your clothes.”

She pierced him with her bright blue eyes. “I thought Doms were supposed to be strict and stern and serious all the time.”

He shook his head. “Remind me to beat your ass later. You really should have done
some
research about BDSM before coming here tonight.”

She laughed at his threat. Sawyer struggled to keep a smile from his face as well. Leah was fun, easy to be with. She was taking his previous experiences in the bedroom and turning them on their ear.

“What? I’m the queen of living on the wild side,” she teased. “After all, I risk life and limb every single day I enter that classroom filled with snotty-nosed, whiny, pee-pee-pants five-year-olds.”

Sawyer winced. “Damn. I guess this party looked like a cakewalk compared to that.”

She sobered up. “Maybe so, but don’t let the fact I lack the self-preservation gene keep you from indulging in that spanking. I sort of like the sound of that.”

“Christ. Topping from the bottom again. You’re definitely going to be punished. Later.”

Unable to resist any longer, he kissed her. For several moments, he merely worshiped her lips—letting himself sample her taste, her sweet scent, her soft cries. Even without the use of her hands, Leah managed to make herself more than a mere recipient. She pressed harder, trying to deepen the kiss. When his tongue reached out, hers was there—meeting him halfway. Twice, she nipped his lower lip in her desire for more.
 

Her body thrashed against his as much as the ties would allow, and Sawyer was hard-pressed not to plunge himself into her body, to give in to the needs coursing through his veins. When the last vestige of his control stretched taut, he pulled away.

Leah protested. “No.”
 

She was still trying to manage the situation. Regardless of what she was looking for in bed, she wouldn’t give up the reins easily. Years of being forced to fend for herself would die hard.

He moved along her body until his lips were poised at the tip of one beautiful breast. He bit her nipple in warning. “Don’t say no to me, Leah. You won’t like what happens when you do.”

She narrowed her eyes and started to issue a set-down. He cut off any complaint she might make by biting the other nipple—harder.

She gasped, but otherwise remained silent.
 

“Good girl.”

Her hands clenched into fists, and she struggled against the straps binding her. He was purposely goading her. Suddenly it seemed Sunday would come too soon. He’d always dreamed of Leah, her face reappearing to him many times in the past. During long, lonely nights when he was on board his boat, he’d close his eyes and it was the image of Leah who came to him, talked to him, kept him company.

This weekend wouldn’t be enough. The realization hit him like a blow to the gut, but he dismissed the thought before it could take root. His life was in a state of flux right now and he was in no position to consider entering a committed BDSM relationship. No matter how much he wanted one with Leah. He’d been struggling with re-upping for another stint with the Coast Guard. While his decision to resign had been made—mostly—he wasn’t ready to add anything else to the mix.

After several moments of tugging on the ties, struggling for freedom, his patience was rewarded. Leah stilled beneath him.
 

She hadn’t said either of her safe words. In the past, he reminded subs of the rules whenever they might be in over their heads. He couldn’t do the same for Leah. For one thing, he didn’t think she’d appreciate him questioning her ability to take care of herself and for another, he was afraid the reminder would prompt her to use one. He didn’t want to stop.

Grasping her right breast in his palm, he bent his head to kiss away the sting. Sucking the tight nub into his mouth, he gradually increased the pressure until Leah cried out. Releasing it with a pop, he turned and delivered the same touch to her other breast.
 

Leah’s resistance to the bondage began again, but this time the tenor of her battle was different. She wasn’t fighting to be released. She was aching for leverage, spurring him on and silently begging for more. Her hips lifted. The hair of her pussy brushed against his stomach. The action reminded Sawyer of one more thing.

Raising his head, he waited until her gaze met his. “There’s another rule, Leah. You aren’t allowed to come until I give you permission.”

She didn’t resist this decree like he’d expected. She was out of her head with need, and he liked the look on her.

“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.