Western Ties: Compass Brothers, Book 4 by Mari Carr & Jayne Rylon Page B

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