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

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