There was a long pause. His heart beat wildly in his throat as he waited for her to end this. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do this. He was failing her. But it was too much. This had to stop.
But the blindfold didn’t come off, the cuffs didn’t get unfastened. She grabbed his waning erection in her hand and squeezed. “I said, turn around and bend over. Red doesn’t apply here.”
He winced. “I can’t, Sam. Please. I’m serious.”
“Do it or I’ll call the boys back in to make you.”
Call them back in? She’d sent them out? Breath gusted out of him.
She put her hands to his jaw, holding his face in place. “You said you would trust me, Andrews. Start doing it.”
He swallowed past the dryness in his throat. “Sorry, mistress. I’m trying.”
“Not very hard.” She kept ahold of him, her voice low and close. “All that matters right now is me. Keep focused on that. You are here to please me. It’s your only goddamned mission. One thing. You got that?”
The firmness of her voice, the confidence in it, made something unfurl inside him. That’s what he needed. He needed to grab onto that dominance of hers like a lifeline. If he could focus on that, maybe he could block out the other noise. What did it really matter if Pike or Foster saw him in some compromising position? They were his friends. Pike happily admitted he sometimes switched roles with his wife. They wouldn’t lay shame at his feet. And neither would anyone at the Ranch. That was on him.
“Yes, mistress. I understand.”
“Good.” She moved her hands to his shoulders and dug her nails in. “Now turn around and bend over.”
It was still hard for him to do, but he managed. He clasped his cuffed hands and braced them on the edge of the bed. Then he pressed his forehead to his folded hands, trying to center his mind. Sam kicked his feet wider and made a noise that sounded like hunger and sex and pleasure all in one. “You’re so fucking hot. Jesus.”
He shuddered under the words, her obvious enjoyment of seeing him like this buoying him.
“I miss seeing my marks on you.” She scored her nails over his ass and thighs, instantly making his cock stand at attention, and then gave him a hard smack with her palm.
He groaned as the sweet fire of her touch sent the blood rushing there. The marks she’d given him that night at the farmhouse were long gone. For the first few days afterward, every time he’d moved, he’d felt what she’d left, had relished it. Had felt like somehow they were still connected through that pain. But when they’d faded, that’s when the loss of her had fully hit him. So feeling that sting again now set off this spark of rightness in him that he’d never be able to articulate. He wanted to be covered in her marks. Wanted to look at his body and know that she owned him.
“I miss them, too.” The words drifted out of him, his thoughts bypassing his filter. “I miss you.”
Sam’s hands grasped his waist, and she planted a kiss at the base of his spine. “Saying sweet things isn’t going to get you out of what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
“And what’s that, mistress?” he asked, trying to turn his head toward her even though he wouldn’t be able to see her.
“What I’ve been wanting to do since almost the very first moment I saw you.” She grabbed his hair with rough fingers and pushed his head back down. “Break you.”
Every muscle in his body went tense, the relief from a moment before falling away. Sam was the kind of girl who picked up stray dogs on the road. She was also the kind of girl who wasn’t afraid to make him bleed. And tonight he had a feeling the blood would be the mental kind.
She leaned down close to his ear. “And poor Gibson. There’s no safe word to save you now.”
He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. And as much fear as her words stirred in him, he couldn’t stop the erection jutting between his thighs from growing harder.
He’d asked to be forced.
She was going to do it.
Sam stepped behind him, drizzled lube down his ass crack, and pushed something unyielding against him. “Don’t fight me. It’s a waste of time. You know I’ll win.”
His fists squeezed in the cuffs, and Sam filled him with a plug. The invasion pressed some button in his brain. And even though it was just a toy, somehow it felt like it was Sam inside him, getting under his skin and invading every private place. You’re mine. No part of you is safe from me. That’s what this said. The plug began to vibrate, slow and intermittent, making him groan, his stomach clench. His mind drifted for a few seconds, lost to the sensation. And he lost track of where Sam was until he felt her hands on his cock.
His breath hissed out when she spread lubricant on him and slid something tight over his shaft. Pressure squeezed at the base of his erection then she trussed his balls as well. A cock ring. He made some garbled noise. Some caveman language that meant Oh, fuck, genitals in danger! Run for the hills!
But he couldn’t move. The pressure only added to the throbbing in his cock, but somehow it made everything more intense, more alive.
“Beautiful,” Sam said. “Good job staying still. You get a reward for that.” She swiped her tongue over the tip of his cock, cleaning up the fluid gathering there with slow, sucking strokes. He moaned, his erection going so hard, he was sure it was just going to shatter.
“Oh, does that make it more uncomfortable?” she asked sweetly. “So sorry.”