She’d be in the same room with a half-naked guy?
Fuck that.
“It’d actually be a relief to have a rope novice as a model since I’m pretty sure the way I bind him won’t matter. But it’d be cool if you gave me a few tips to put him at ease.” Her gaze went a little . . . dreamy. “Or maybe it’d be easier for him if I blindfold him first. That way he won’t know that I don’t know what I’m doing with ropes.”
His woman really believed he’d allow her to put her hands all over some strange naked guy? And then make the moment even more intimate by binding him?
Fuck that.
Ronin crowded her against the counter. “No. Fucking. Way.”
“You don’t get to decide that.” Amery poked him in the chest. “End of discussion, so back off.”
“How about if I give you a lesson in binding right now?”
She shook her head, but he’d already clamped his hands on her ass and lifted her onto the countertop.
A startled eep escaped her, followed by, “You can’t just—”
“I can, I will, and I did. Don’t argue, or I’ll gag you.”
He reached for the cotton dish towel the same time his other hand latched on to her throat below her jawline. “Stay just like this. Palms flat, wrists together behind you.”
Amery threw her shoulders back and glared at him—but she obeyed him.
“Lose that surly look and get with the program. You brought it on yourself.” Ronin took advantage of her rigid pink nipple peeking out from her robe and sucked it hard while his hands worked. This basic hojojutsu tie was child’s play; he didn’t need to watch as he bound her wrists.
But Little Miss Feisty tested the binding anyway.
He placed her heels on the edge of the counter. She was stable, but it wasn’t a comfortable pose she could relax into.
“Hold still.” Ronin tugged on the ends of her robe tie and pushed her knee out as he wrapped the silk around her ankle. Then he did the same thing on the other side. With the belt anchored in the small of her back. When he looked up at his smart-mouthed lover, her jaw hung open.
“You tied me up that fast?”
“Baby, I am a professional. Technically this is called a crab tie, and your hands should be attached to the ankle binding, but I improvised.”
No defiant look entered her eyes. Just heat.
“Now, if you attempt to move your feet, you’ll just pull yourself forward. Wouldn’t want you to fall off the counter. Not with what I’ve got planned for you.” He permitted a smile. He peeled back the edges of her robe and feasted his eyes on her. Then he flattened his palms on her chest and slowly slid them down her torso. “I love this flush on your skin. Heat and dew. Wonder where else you’re dewy?”
Keeping his gaze fastened to hers, he dragged his thumb up and down her slit. “You wet because you love blowing me? Or because I showed you I can tie you up anytime I want?”
“Both.”
“Good answer.” Ronin brought his thumb to his mouth, sucking her juices. “Tangy. A little salty. Delicious.” He snagged her drink and curbed his smile when her eyes widened. “Didn’t you just say sweet goes well with salty?”
“What are you doing?”
“Adding a little more cream.” He held the glass below her chin and tipped it over her chest.
Amery expelled a loud gasp when the cold drink hit her skin.
The white liquid ran down her body pretty fast but not in the path he wanted. So he poured more.
She gasped louder when the cold drink flowed over her mound and her pu**y.
It was tempting to fish an ice cube out of the glass and torture her ni**les until they were icy and then suck the sting away with his hot mouth, but he needed to taste her like this.
Ronin tilted the glass one more time. But this time he chased the white line with his mouth. Sucking the tiny bit that’d pooled in the hollow of her throat, straight down between her br**sts, over her quivering abdomen. Sucking the sticky cream from her small patch of pubic hair, getting a full taste of her musk sweetened by the drink.
He tongued her clit ruthlessly until the inside of her thighs trembled. Then he spread her pu**y lips with his thumbs and buried his mouth in her.
Amery’s soft cries barely registered; he was so lost in sucking every bit of sweetness from her cunt. The more he licked and flicked his tongue over her every soft, sensitive fold and her tight opening, the more cream poured from her.
When she arched hard against his mouth, he pushed open the hood hiding her clit with his teeth and suckled that swollen nub until her entire sex pulsed and she screamed.
And it was the scream and panting moans that had him growling against her throbbing tissues. His c**k throbbed in response.
As soon as her orgasm ended, he said, “Baby, look at me.”
She tilted her chin down and opened her eyes.
Ronin pressed his mouth to hers, sharing the taste of her passion and her drink.
Amery licked the inside of his lips. Sucked his tongue. Turning him f**king inside out with the need to have her—be in her, be on her—again and again.
After he broke the lip-lock, he murmured, “You’re so f**king sexy. I can’t get enough of you. Hold on.”
He ditched his pants and turned her so she was completely on the counter. Then he climbed up between her thighs and balanced on his haunches, ignoring the throb in his knee. He scooped her ass cheeks into his hands, keeping her body angled, raising her up just high enough so he could lean forward and lodge his c**k into her.