He scooted the chair up and pressed his face between her thighs. Perfect height. He glanced up to see Amery resting on her elbows. In that position, the gap in her knees narrowed. “Baby. If you can’t follow directions, I will get out the restraints.”
“Don’t you think we’ve had enough rope play tonight?”
Oh, such a sassy little thing. Ronin reached behind him. Then he dangled the leather straps above her belly. “What’s the rule about questioning me?”
This time she didn’t say anything.
“Tell. Me.”
“Any challenge will be answered. Sir.”
He secured the looped end around her ankle and widened her seated stance by fastening the strap to the table leg. He did the same thing to the other leg and stepped back to look at his handiwork. “You’re beautiful open to me like this.” Placing his hands on the inside of her thighs, he pressed down and licked her slick cunt.
She groaned.
“So f**king wet.” Another short lick right over her clit. “I’m going to f**k this hot pu**y of mine with my tongue, with my fingers, with my cock. As many f**king times as I want to tonight.”
“Yes.”
“Reach down and hold yourself open for me so I can suck on that sweet little clit until you come against my mouth.”
And it was erotic as hell, seeing her slender fingers exposing the soft flesh. He let his tongue tease those helpful digits every time he made a sweeping pass from her pu**y lips and up her slit.
He settled his mouth over her hot spot and pushed one finger inside her pu**y. Then two. He lightly flicked his tongue over her clit and began to rub both fingers on her G-spot.
“Goddamn you have . . . yes, more.”
“More?” He added a third finger and continued to torture her.
Amery begged. Then she threatened.
Just before he let her come, he plucked the geisha balls from the case and pushed them in her wet pu**y.
“What is that . . . ? Omigod, are those the flower thingies?”
Ronin lifted his mouth long enough to say, “Yes.” Then he settled his mouth over her clit and flicked his tongue over that swollen nub until she started making that soft wail. He switched to full suction and let her fly.
He knew the instant the balls began to vibrate from the strong pull of her pu**y muscles squeezing around them. He continued to suck in time to the clit pulsing against his lips.
Amery’s legs twitched, her body shook, and she expelled those silent breathy moans that indicated she’d gone beyond speech.
While she came in a wet rush all over his face, his c**k rallied for the next round.
After the shaking stopped and she went lax, he pressed kisses over her mound. He rubbed his lips from the ticklish spot he’d discovered mid-thigh to her hip bone. The overwhelming urge to mark her arose. On a night like tonight, when he skated on that edge, he didn’t deny the instinct. He sucked love bruises from the inside of her knee, up to the crease of her thigh and back down the other side.
“What are you . . . ?”
“Whatever I want.” Ronin pushed to his feet and stood, placing his hands by her head, stretching his body over hers until they were nose to nose. “You’re mine. And I intend to make that perfectly clear tonight.”
Amery grabbed a handful of his hair. “Bring it, tough guy.”
“Good thing you don’t have to work tomorrow, because it’ll be goddamn difficult for you to walk.” He unhooked the straps from the table and moved her legs to dangle over the edge. He clamped his hands on her ass and lifted her. Keeping his gaze locked to hers as he carried her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed.
“Hands and knees.”
After Ronin grabbed the lube, he noticed Amery had pulled back the comforter. He lifted an eyebrow.
“It’s slippery. I figured with as hard as you’ll be f**king me, I need to be on a surface that won’t send me flying.”
He caged her body beneath his, his pelvis against her ass. He stayed like that for several long, deep breaths. Hard skin to soft skin, the scent of her filling his nostrils. His lips found her ear, and he rocked his hips into her.
She gasped softly.
“What’s that feel like, baby?”
“I feel full. When I move, those . . . things inside the ball vibrate like a tuning fork, starting strong and then tapering off.”
“Do you like it?”
Amery angled her cheek to rub against his. “The fact that I creamed all over your face points to . . . yes.”
“Such dirty talk,” he murmured and latched on to the skin at the nape of her neck. He sucked hard and drank in her quick gasp and full-body shudder like a shot of adrenaline that traveled straight to his cock.
When he snapped his hips again, her torso was thrust forward. His arms bore the brunt of the motion, and he pushed back.
“Oh god.”
“Widen your knees.” Once she had a solid stance, he planted kisses down her spine, to her tailbone, letting his tongue follow the crack in her ass down to that tiny rosette. He flicked his tongue across it a couple times and felt the muscles relax.
She groaned.
Ronin pushed to his knees and grabbed the lube. He squirted a thick dollop on his fingers and reached between those soft butt cheeks until he found her damp, puckered hole. He smeared the lube around and worked a finger in past that tight ring, then another, scissoring his fingers to open her up.
Then he pressed the tip of his lube-slicked c**k to the spot and pushed through the resistance. The sphincter muscle closed around the head. He let it rest there, feeling the lure of her back channel, so hot and so f**king tight.
Goddamn. He couldn’t resist that lure. He plowed into her to the hilt.
Her body moved forward, and she dropped her head down.
Ronin built a hard, driving rhythm. Vigorous enough to dampen his hair and coat his body with sweat.
He’d come once, and that usually meant the second round would take him longer. But the clasp of her anal passage and the sensation from the geisha balls swaying inside her cunt put him on the fast track to orgasm again.
Amery was panting, and he noticed she’d clutched the sheets in her hands.
“Give me one more.”
“I need . . .”
He returned to the caged position, his chest on her back, his pelvis pumping. “Not done with you. Never going to be done with you.” He dragged openmouthed kisses across her shoulder, then stopped and bit down, gifting her with another mark.
That sent her spiraling into the abyss again.
The squeeze and pull of her orgasm propelled him into thrusting harder, deeper until he came in a scalding rush of heat that momentarily struck him stupid. When he realized he’d kept up that punishing rhythm even after he’d come, he worried for the first time he might’ve taken her too hard. He slowed and stopped. “Amery. I got carried away. I’m—”