“I feel like I’m floating.”

“You will be by the time I’m done with you.”

She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

“Eyes on the mirror. Watch me.” Ronin stood behind her, heart and c**k pounding with anticipation as he scraped his fingertips up the backs of her thighs. Then he smoothed his palms over those soft bu**ocks and pushed the dress up her back.

“You look like some conquering hero about to take the spoils of war,” she said, her voice a rasp of awe tinged with fear.

“I am.” He reached for the lube and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers. “Relax, and it’ll go a little easier on you.”

“But not much.”

“Make no mistake; it’s gonna hurt.” He swirled the slickness around the tight pucker of her anus and eased the tip of his finger in.

Their gazes remained locked as he prepared her. One finger, then two. The intensity increasing every time he pushed deeper. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Amery whispered, “Yes. Do it.”

Ronin shed his gi pants and stroked his cock, adding more lube.

Her ragged breathing, wide eyes, swollen mouth, and her binding fueled his need in a way he’d never experienced. He pressed the head of his c**k between her ass cheeks, following the line of her crack until he met that resistant little hole. Grabbing her hips, he pushed past the ring of muscle trying to keep him out. He did pause momentarily, loving the tight squeeze of her muscle at just the head of his cock.

Amery bit her lip and tried to drop her head.

“Look at me.” He eased inside her fully.

Jesus f**king Christ. Hot and tight repeated on a loop in his brain. He began to move, slowly and steadily, so he could feel the anal passage clamped around every inch of his cock. He worked in and out of her virgin ass in a modified version of seven samurai. Five slow strokes; on the sixth stroke, he pulled all the way out, keeping the head of his dick against that tiny spasming pucker, then counting to seven before he slammed into her fully.

“Oh, f**k.”

Ronin didn’t speak. He watched his c**k disappearing into that small rosette and grunted with satisfaction every time his c**k bottomed out.

Amery kept her head up, her gaze hot with desire as she started tightening her inner muscles around his c**k when he was fully seated inside her.

That’s when he lost all track of his counting and his need to make this last. His hips connected with her flesh with a hard, fast slap. Perspiration glazed his body as he raced toward the tipping point.

But Ronin wasn’t going over that edge alone. He reached for the remote and cranked it to high.

“Damn you. That’s not fair. I can’t take . . .”

“Hurts so good, doesn’t it?”

She lowered her lids and arched her neck, purposely giving herself a mark.

“Look at you,” he growled. “So sexy and defiant. You don’t want to come again, but you will.”

“Ronin—”

“Give it to me. This one is mine.”

He felt the vibration from the lotus every time his c**k bottomed out and his balls swung up. When he pulled out fully and rammed home with each thrust, she shuddered.

“Yes, like that.” As soon as she said, “Don’t stop,” her inner muscles began that rhythmic spasming, and she cried out.

Ronin let her body pull the climax from his as each pulsating spasm milked his cock, almost in slow motion. The heat of his seed against the hot tissues of her anal walls eased his every short, fast jab.

His head nearly split from the pleasure—the visual of her body bound as he f**ked her mindless and the orgasm that nearly had his knees bucking from the sheer magnitude of it.

When his brain finally stopped spinning, he realized he’d rested all his weight on her as he slumped over her body. His c**k was still buried in her ass and the lotus kept buzzing away.

And he felt the power of it again as another orgasm rocketed through her. He fastened his mouth to the side of her neck, tasting her sweat and feeling her pulse pounding beneath his lips. As soon as Amery sucked in another breath, he switched off the lotus.

“I can’t—”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you. We’re done.”

He pulled out of her. Then he unhooked her hand binding from the body binding. He gently hauled her upright, away from the rigging. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.”

Keeping one arm banded around her hips, he worked the knots free. The last piece was the neck rope. After he removed it, he ran the tips of his fingers across the rope burns. He had a momentary pang of guilt until Amery said hoarsely, “I wanted the marks tonight. I earned these marks.”

He pressed kisses from one side of her throat to the other. “You wear them beautifully.” Then he slipped his right arm behind her knees and lifted her into his arms.

“Ronin, don’t. Your knee—”

“Is fine. And as the victor in tonight’s challenge, it’s my right to bring my prize into my bed.”

“You haven’t undone my hands,” she said softly against his neck.

“Because I don’t want you pushing away from me when I’m carrying you.” He kissed the frown lines in her forehead as he strolled down the hallway. “I’m running on a lot of adrenaline right now, so I’m good.”

But he became a little concerned when his neck got wet. With her tears?

The easiest way to undo her wrist wrap was to place her upper body on the mattress and get at her from behind. But her emotions were high, so he took her to the chair in the corner, keeping her cradled to his chest. Luckily the binding was such he could undo it with one hand. Even with both hands tied behind her back.




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