“Are you trying to make me cry?” she asked softly.
“No.” Ronin tucked a hair behind her ear. “I’m trying to explain that tonight was more of an awakening for me than for you.”
“So you really aren’t okay.”
He sighed. “The only reason I joined this club was for access to rope models who wouldn’t freak out about what I needed. Any sexual contact would be safe because a health certificate is required to be a member of Twisted. After Naomi . . . it took me several months to want to do anything but the most basic configurations on a live model. And even then, I had to have some connection to the model to consider taking it further, and honestly it was so rare that I found that.” Ronin locked his gaze to hers. “Are you sure you want to hear this now?”
“If you’re ready to talk, I’m ready to listen.”
“Now I don’t know what else to say.”
“Are you afraid that now that I’ve done the public demo once and it didn’t cause me to freak out, it’s something I’ll want to be part of on a regular basis? Because that situation happened with Naomi?”
“Maybe. Are you?”
Amery shook her head. “I’d rather it just be the two of us. But I’ll admit it didn’t feel any different to me because I was blindfolded. In my mind, we were in the practice room.”
“In my mind too.” Ronin feathered his thumb across the dark mark beneath her eye that hadn’t completely faded in the past ten days. She’d done well covering it up with makeup, but he knew it was there.
“Stop staring. It’s almost gone. And I don’t want her here in this room with us any more than she already is.”
Ronin smoothed her hair back from her face. “Get dressed. I’ve got to talk to Knox about one thing before we go home.”
She gifted him with a fierce kiss, a claiming kiss that let him know he was hers just as much she belonged to him.
• • •
HIS need for her raged through his body like a fever.
The instant they stepped off the elevator, Ronin was on her. She made a surprised eep when he pushed her against the wall. Then his mouth covered hers in a kiss born of fire.
She tasted so damn sweet and hot. Like heaven, like home—like his. She clutched his shirt, returning his kiss with unrestrained passion.
“Baby,” he whispered against her throat. “You’re like a goddamn drug.”
“So take me.” She reached under his shirt and scraped her nails up his chest, pausing at his ni**les. “Use me.” She pinched the tiny tips hard. “Let me have the raw side of the rope master.”
Amery nuzzled his ear, outlining it from lobe to the inner shell, her tongue licking at the scar tissue with such wicked sensuality that he forgot he never let anyone mess with his ears.
“Every dirty, raunchy, nasty thing on your sexual arsenal . . .” She sucked the air clean out of his head, and his skin erupted in gooseflesh. “Do it to me. Without warning, without apology. We’ll make this a night we’ll never forget.” She nipped his earlobe hard enough to leave a sharp sting. “I’m yours. Prove it to me. Prove it to yourself.”
“Knees.” He pushed on her shoulders until she was on the floor before him. He tugged his gi pants down and clamped his hands on either side of her head, pulling her mouth to his cock. The head breached her lips, and he started to work himself deeper into her mouth with every pass.
Her hands gripped his thighs. She didn’t look up at him; she just let him f**k her mouth. Her saliva coated his c**k and made her chin and neck shiny and wet.
The visual of his shaft disappearing between her lips . . . Christ. Talk about f**king sexy. This hot, wet mouth of hers could bring a man to his goddamn knees. She sucked hard as he pulled his length out completely past her teeth, and she opened her throat when he shoved in so deep his balls hit her chin.
His legs began to tremble. The electric tingle started at the base of his skull and zipped down his spine. Too fast, but he couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to f**king stop it. Ronin hammered his hips into her face with shorter strokes.
Yes. Fuck. Almost there.
He rammed in, feeling the head of his c**k against the back of her throat. He slid his hands down to cup her jaw, his thumbs on the pulse point in her neck. In that split second before he shot his load, he growled, “Swallow. All of it.” He looked down, her head tilted back, her eyes on his. Her throat muscles working him with an intimate kiss, and every f**king time she swallowed, he felt as if his body were being zapped with a live wire.
And he didn’t look away. He let her see his pleasure. He let her feel every twitch of his body until he had nothing left. Then he let his fingers caress her face, tracing the outline of her lips still enclosed around his cock. “So f**king hot with you on your knees and my dick buried in this mouth I can’t get enough of.”
Amery closed her eyes and made a soft moan when he slowly eased his dick out, as if she were savoring every inch as she let him go.
As soon as she sat back on her haunches, he kicked off his gi pants. He ran his thumb over her swollen lips. “Strip. Then come find me.” He made a quick stop in the bedroom before he strode to the dining room and took the seat at the head of the table.
She appeared a couple minutes later.
Ronin patted his lap. “Come. Here.”
She sauntered over. But before she could sit down, Ronin said, “On second thought, get up on the table.”
Amery perched on the edge and watching him warily with those big blue eyes.
“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He reached behind him and showed her a small rectangular box.
“What’s that?”
“Something I saw online that made me think of you. Open it.”
She lifted the lid and looked at him with confusion. “What are these? Some kind of paperweights?”
He laughed. “No. They’re geisha balls.” He ran his finger over the glass. “The flower inside is a cherry blossom.”
“They’re, ah, very pretty. What do you do with them?”
Ronin lifted them out by the silken tie that tethered the two glass orbs together. “I’ll show you. Lie back and bring your heels to the edge of the table.”
Amery bit her lip.
He got right in her face. “Don’t go all shy on me now. Lie back on the table. I want to see every inch of your pu**y, spread wide for my enjoyment.”
She muttered something, which earned her a punishing kiss—a kiss he knew she thoroughly enjoyed—before she stretched out on the table.