“Hey, baby. Where’d you go?”
That quietly controlled voice caused her to jump. “What?”
“You were relaxed in a happy place and then you weren’t. What changed?”
“I had the fleeting fear this would burn out.”
“Don’t think.” He pressed openmouthed kisses across the backs of her knees. “Stay steady. Even when I do this.” He licked the crease of her knee, a soft tickle of his tongue while trailing his fingers on the outsides of her thighs.
Amery was half tempted to fall face-first into the puffy mattress; her legs and arms were absolutely quaking from his wickedly talented mouth. When he swept butterfly kisses across the curve of her ass cheeks, she made a low moan of need.
Even that didn’t hurry the man up. If her groin was closer to the bed, she’d be grinding her clit against it, trying to come. She sighed when Ronin gently urged her passion-flushed face to press against the mattress.
“Put your hands behind your back, palms facing out.”
Thank God for yoga. What would he do if she couldn’t hold the position he demanded? Spank her?
That’s where she’d draw the line. She’d been spanked as a child, by her father’s hand, a ruler, a hairbrush, a plastic pipe.
“Amery. Stop thinking.” He twined something soft around her wrists. As soon as he finished, he caressed the skin above where he’d secured her hands. Then he rested the side of his face against hers, his chest to her spine.
Having her vision blocked heightened her anticipation. She wanted the intimacy of skin on skin so much she squirmed.
“Stay still.”
“I can’t. I want—”
“I know what you want. Are you wet enough for it?”
“Yes.”
His hand slid around her waist and through the thin strip of hair covering her mound. That long, deadly accurate middle finger slipped inside her. “You are wet.” He plunged in and out a few more times, stroking and teasing the swollen flesh. “Wouldn’t take much for you to come.”
“You touch me and I can’t help it.”
“But you won’t come until I say.”
“Are you punishing me for something?”
“No, baby, I’m giving you this. So relax and let me.” Ronin began drawing tight circles on her clit. Immediately she started to tremble—inside, outside. He held her down and steadily increased the pace of his finger until her body tensed. When he whispered, “Now,” she went off like a bottle rocket.
Every molecule in her body went taut, leaving her breathless and dizzy.
Then Ronin was slamming into her as the last pulse lingered, setting off another wave of contractions in short, sweet bursts.
His hands bracketed her hips as he powered into her with forceful thrusts. There was a frantic edge to the way he f**ked her. Animalistic. Fast. He had no intention of making this last.
As she felt the third orgasm of the night gathering steam, she didn’t care if he f**ked her fast or slow or even upside down. This man knew what she needed and gave it to her without question.
Ronin came in silence, as he often did. His pelvis slowed in rhythmic increments. The evidence of his release came in a hot wash against her pu**y walls.
When he stopped moving and returned to himself, that’s when he made the noise—a deep-throated hum of satisfaction.
She smiled.
He murmured, “Your skin is glowing. It’s breathtaking.”
“Ronin.”
“Stay like this. I’ll be right back.”
She stayed, content, sated, and yet revved up.
Amery didn’t hear him rustling around in the room. She heard a whisper of cloth and then Ronin’s fingers were undoing the ties around her wrists.
Then he flipped her over, teased her lips until she opened for him, letting his tongue dart inside. Their mouths clashed, tongues tangled, and he stoked the fire of passion again before the first embers had even waned.
From the energy pulsing off him, she understood this would be a long night; they’d only finished the second course of a five-course meal.
“Will you let me show you in my way how beautiful you are to me?”
“You do that every time you look at me,” she said softly.
“You’re blindfolded. How can you tell?”
“I can feel it.”
“You undo me.” Ronin kissed her forehead. “Hold on.” He lifted her into his arms and spun her around.
She shrieked, “Stop, you’ll make me dizzy.”
“There goes my plan to play pin the tail on the donkey.”
“But I’m sure you have other games in mind.” She bounced in his arms as he continued to move around.
“I could show you.”
Amery turned her face toward his neck and placed a kiss on the pulse bounding in his throat. “I’m game.”
“Good answer.” He set her on her feet.
“Can I take the blindfold off?”
“Not yet.” His palms skated up her arms and he draped them over his shoulders. “Come here. I can’t get enough of your mouth.”
Lips as soft as silk brushed against hers. Once. Twice. Three times. Ronin mixed it up every time he kissed her. Which always left her craving more.
“On second thought, why don’t you sit?” He gently pushed on her shoulders until her butt met a padded bench.
Ronin must’ve brought her into the living room.
“Sit forward and hold your arms out slightly. Knees together.”
As much as she wanted to ask questions, a different vibe surrounded Ronin that kept her quiet and still.
Fingers brushed the outside of her calves, and then her ankles were pressed together and wrapped in . . . what?
Before she could ask, something circled her wrist and then it was pulled taut. Same thing on her left wrist and then both arms were pressed together behind her. Tightly behind her. She could feel his movements but couldn’t see what he was doing. But whatever it was pulled her forearms together and weighted her hands down. She couldn’t raise her arms at all.
“Ronin?”
No soft assurances from him, just silence.
This isn’t right.
But she trusted him.
Didn’t she?
You told him you were into anything he wanted. This is what he wanted. Just keep your mouth shut and go with it.
That spiked her unease. Hadn’t she stopped being that eager-to-please girl years ago? The girl who wouldn’t make waves or speak up even when she needed to?
Yes.
So why was she reverting when something felt off about this situation? Like really, really off?