His thumb swept over the left one as his right hand held the coil of rope. “Does it hurt?”
“Not when you touch it like that.”
Ronin kept stroking it, staring into her eyes. “This tie is called ‘string of pearls.’ See how the binding makes the tips of your ni**les round?”
“Yes. Just as long as it doesn’t cut off my circulation entirely and turn them white.”
“I know how sensitive your ni**les are. Plus, my mouth will help restore blood flow when the time is right.”
That brought forth a flash of heat between her thighs. She closed her eyes.
He said, “Breathe, baby,” and wound the rope around her rib cage.
There didn’t seem to be a point when his hands weren’t on her. Or when she couldn’t feel the heat of his body against hers. Or feel his lustful gaze studying her reactions. It was heaven, being on the receiving end of his total attention.
Another shiver broke free when his fingers followed the contour of her belly down to the rise of her mound.
Ronin pressed against her clit and dragged the pad of his thumb down the seam of her sex and back up. He pushed against that bundle of nerves again. But the pressure was different. She sucked in a quick breath when she felt the rope sliding along the split in her sex, one on either side of her labia. Then he pulled it between her legs and up the crack of her ass.
His mouth grazed her ear. “Do you know how beautiful you look?”
“No.”
“Or how f**king hot it is that I can make you come whenever I want just by doing this.” He tugged on the ropes, sending a shooting sensation from her ni**les to her clit, then down her pu**y, across her anus.
She gasped, shocked that the sharp bite of pain morphed so quickly into pleasure.
He snatched the two rope ends tickling her back and attached them to the rope threaded between her thighs, tying them to her bound arms.
Amery’s breaths had become labored—from the tight bindings or her lack of control or a combination of both.
“Slow and steady, remember,” he said in that deliciously deep, calming tone.
But it didn’t soothe her this time. She thrashed around in an attempt to get free. “I can’t get enough air.”
“Amery.”
“I can’t f**king breathe.”
“Stop. Think. You’re safe.”
“No! Let me go.”
Ronin abruptly stepped away, leaving her alone.
That kicked her sense of panic higher. The rope sliced into her every time she moved, burning tender flesh. She twisted her shoulders, trying to shake loose. A scream of frustration got stuck in her throat and the only sound she could make was a pitiful whimper. All she heard was the rush of blood in her ears.
Then firm, warm flesh pressed against her back.
Ronin.
He pulled her lower body against his with his right forearm, which also stopped the rope from moving and abrading her skin. Ronin curled his left hand around her throat and jaw, holding her in place.
His complete immobilization of her didn’t create additional alarm. It somehow . . . settled her. He didn’t say a word; he just held her. He made her feel safe.
Keeping her eyes closed helped her focus.
“Better?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to let you go. Are you ready for me to finish binding you?”
“Okay.”
Whatever configuration he used connecting her arms to the chest harness took longer than she’d expected. So by the time he finished, she’d drifted into that floaty headspace she’d experienced when he tied her to the chaise. She was attuned to every nuance in her body. The tug in her sex. The constriction around her chest. The position of her arms and hands that rendered them useless.
Ronin’s warm breath drifted over her damp skin as he made adjustments. Intensity radiated from him.
His fingertips followed the bindings from her chest to her belly, over her slick pu**y, up the crack in her ass, and then from her shoulders down her arms to her wrists. He didn’t say a word, but Amery knew she’d pleased him.
A gentle push indicated she needed to return to her knees. Her head tilted forward and the ends of her hair brushed the tops of her thighs.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed before she felt Ronin behind her. His hand went to her hair, pulling to get her attention as that hot, wicked mouth of his assaulted her neck. Biting, sucking, sending tremors of need through her and yet she knew she remained under his control. She couldn’t touch him. Or herself. She couldn’t do anything but surrender.
And what a sweet, sweet surrender it was.
Ronin lightly tugged on the rope with the knot teasing her clit. His other hand toyed with her ni**les. Sometimes pulling. Sometimes pinching. Sometimes just giving her a featherlight stroke over the aching tip. He held her head in place with his hand and nuzzled the skin beneath her ear. “Amery.”
“Mmm.”
“Are you close to coming?”
“No.”
He increased the speed and pressure of the rope on her clit and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Better?”
“Some, but I don’t think I can . . . without direct contact.”
Then Ronin slid in front of her and let his tongue flick across her nipple. He bent his head to her other breast and scored the tip with his teeth.
Her head fell back.
He moved the small knot in the rope away from her clitoris and stroked with his thumb. Side to side at first, bringing blood to the nub.
Amery clenched her thighs in anticipation. Every rapid stroke on her engorged clit pushed her closer to the edge. The binding around her chest forced only reedy breaths, increasing the dizzy sensation.
Then Ronin’s mouth was sucking in that spot below her ear—the spot that shot an electric charge to her ni**les and ricocheted to her pu**y. She had about a five-second warning before she came undone. And right after that first hard pulse rocked her, Ronin snapped the knotted rope into place over her clit.
The spark of pain lasted a split second before the pleasure hit and her cunt spasmed. Every pulse felt like another hard snap of that rope.
She arched back but didn’t have anywhere to go with her hands tied. Ronin’s mouth suctioned to her neck as his fingers twisted her nipple to the pulsing rhythm coursing through her.
By the time she floated back down, Ronin’s touches were aggressive.
He shifted her into the position he wanted—on her knees on a training mat, her chest against the cool vinyl, her ass in the air. Those skilled hands skimmed her naked back from the start of her spine to where her bound hands rested above her ass. Her name tumbled from his lips as soft as a sigh, but with as much reverence as the way he touched her. His potent mix of affection and need flowed through her when he clamped his hands on her hips and anchored his body behind hers.