“Good. Now your hands.”
And like when he bound her, Amery’s fingers caressed his arms from shoulders to wrists. He jumped when her sassy little tongue snaked out and followed the cut of his triceps on the back of his arm. He heard her drop to her knees on the mat and he remained still as she worked the rope.
Ronin couldn’t tell when she started to wrap his wrists whether she was doing it right or not. He didn’t feel anything until the rope ends trailed over his fingers and she pulled them up and jerked them into a knot.
“Try that.”
He attempted to leverage his wrists by bowing his elbows, but he couldn’t make them budge. “It’s a good wrap. Not too tight either. But could you do me a favor? Take a picture of the binding, so I can see what you did.”
“No way, rope master. Just keep the image in your pretty little head that I achieved perfection on my first attempt.”
His grin turned into a groan when she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him stupid.
She whispered, “Your tap-out word is . . . ?”
Clever girl, using a martial arts term as a safe-out. “Red.”
Amery kissed his jawline, his throat, his collarbone while her fingers mapped his pectorals and gingerly swept down his ribs to his abdomen. Then her hot mouth engulfed his nipple, and he hissed. He automatically tried to bring his hands to her face, but he couldn’t move. A feeling of panic arose, and he jerked hard.
She stilled. After a few seconds, a soft, lingering kiss landed on his sternum. “Don’t forget to breathe, baby.”
Unaware he’d been holding his breath, he inhaled deeply, and that eased some of his anxiety.
The woman destroyed him with more sweet kisses and tender caresses.
Then she kicked it up a notch. Licking, biting, and sucking random spots on his chest and neck. Nails scraping down his back and fingers teasing the ridges of his stomach between brutal kisses.
Ronin was utterly lost in her. Deprived of sight and touch, his other senses made up for it. The scent of her hair and his own musk. The sound of her mouth on his skin and his soft groans reverberating in his ears. The taste of her lips—sweet and salty. And those hands of hers. Constantly touching him. His dick was so f**king hard he figured three pumps and he’d be spilling in her hand.
Although her fingers veered close to his groin, she hadn’t touched his cock.
With the sensory overload, he’d forgotten about the candle wax until the first hot drop splatted on his left pectoral. “Christ!”
“Hold still.” The next time she dribbled wax on him, she slammed her lips down on his in a bruising kiss.
And Amery was an absolute master in the art of anticipation. Ronin teetered on the edge of saying his tap-out word when she coated his nipple in wax, arching closer when her warm lips and heated breath grazed his sweat-dampened skin.
“Ronin.”
Her voice in his ear caused gooseflesh to erupt.
“You look incredible. Your muscles are gleaming and trembling, your chest dotted with black wax. The arch of your neck and spine is stunning.” She trailed a fingertip from behind his earlobe up over his shoulder and down his spine. “Hold this pose, lover, and think dirty thoughts because I’m going to snap a few pictures.”
Ronin held the pose as she walked away. He counted twenty long breaths before he heard the first whirring click of the camera. The blindfold blocked light so completely he didn’t get a glimpse of the flash.
“Lift your chin. More. God, you are gorgeous.”
He smiled.
“No, no, no. As much as I love that panty-dropping grin, I need you to look fierce. Like you’re in the throes of ecstasy.”
Jesus. Now he felt like an idiot.
Then Amery was right there, soothing and enticing him, her lips teasing his, her tongue dipping in and running across the bottom edge of his teeth. Kissing him, tasting him, swallowing his breath until he felt dizzy. “There’s the look. Like you’re waiting for more. Like you don’t know when your lover will add more wax. Or suck on your ni**les. Or slowly slide her hand between your legs.”
The woman made him so damn hot.
Between more camera clicks, she kept him on edge. Fleeting caresses and little love bites. Whispering praise and naughty nothings.
Ronin was so anxious and scrambled that he almost didn’t register when Amery’s hand cupped his cock.
Almost.
Her fingers enclosed his shaft, and she stroked. The nylon material of his athletic shorts added an additional layer of friction.
“Baby, where do you want my mouth as I’m getting you off?” she murmured in his ear.
“Anywhere you want to put it. Please don’t stop. I need . . .”
“I’ll give you what you need.” Her tongue zigzagged down his neck to the spot in his throat where his pulse pounded. She sucked, licked, and scattered kisses around that area as she jacked his shaft.
Ronin pumped his pelvis, and her hand sped up.
Yes. Yes. Fuck. Almost . . . He ignored any embarrassment about being a two-pump chump when his balls drew up. He couldn’t make a sound when come pulsed out of his c**k in hot waves. Each firm pull . . . Fuck. His eyes rolled back in his head as he came for what felt like a solid minute.
As soon as his head and his balls stopped buzzing, he sighed.
He heard several shutter clicks.
When had she let go of his junk and grabbed her camera? “Amery—”
“That shot was strictly for me.” She swept soft kisses across his lips as she spoke. When he attempted to deepen the kiss, she retreated. “Have I mentioned how dangerously sexy you look even all tied up, Master Black?”
“Several times. Now it’s time to untie me.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I like having you at my mercy.”
A rumbling noise started in his chest, and he realized it was a growl. “You trying to get me to tap out?”
“No. But there is a second part to my plan.”
Ronin wiggled impatiently. A length of rope brushed his thumbs. He maneuvered the rope between his index finger and thumb and tugged. He felt the knot give and the bindings loosen.
Oh, sweetheart, rookie rope mistake.
Somehow he managed not to grin.
Amery stepped between his legs and placed his chin between her br**sts. Then she slipped the blindfold off.
He blinked at her. He angled his face and put his lips on the upper curve of her breast. “Take your shirt off. Bra too. I want my mouth on you now.”
“I believe I’m calling the shots.”
Not for long. He’d undone the first rope wrap.