Bound (Mastered #1)(114)

As always when he bound her, she followed his instructions.

"Good. Now turn your head and glance over your shoulder."

Her hair hung her face and she tossed her head to clear her line of sight.

Click.

The flash startled her, but she stared right into the camera lens.

Click.

"Beautiful, baby. Now relax."

She allowed herself a small smile but didn't otherwise move.

Click.

Then Ronin's hands were on her face and his mouth captured hers in a combustible kiss. Although her heart still thumped like mad, she existed in that post-orgasmic haze.

"Need to have you like this," he murmured against her lips. "Step out of your jeans."



       
         
       
        

As soon as she kicked them free, he herded her backward to her office.

Ronin turned her around and bent her over her desk. She hissed in a breath when her nipples and belly connected with the cold surface.

The head of Ronin's cock nudged her hot, wet center. He jerked on the rope dangling between her wrists. "Arms up and keep them up. I want to see your ass shake as I'm fucking you."

Amery pressed her cheek into the cool wood and lifted her arms. The silken cord dropped between her butt cheeks.

Ronin said, "Jesus. I can feel the rope teasing my dick."

He did a pelvis twist and plunged inside her cunt fully. Wrapping one hand around her hip, he repositioned her to keep her hipbones from banging into the desk. Then he twisted the rope in his other hand, pulling it as he fucked her.

Each steady stroke fueled the fire between them. Ronin's quiet intensity as he plowed into her kept her on the edge as she waited for him to detonate.

When that moment arrived, he stopped slamming into her and shuddered as his cock emptied. The combination of her restraint and his passion set her off again. Her pussy clamped around his cock as it pulsed, milking every last seed.

Then he lifted her up and cranked her head around to meet his avid mouth, kissing with such sweetness she melted.

"Stay still," he said gruffly. As he unwound the rope from her arms, his fingers brushed over the marks. "Still red even after the red rope is gone," he murmured. "But they'll fade in a few hours."

Why did she have a twinge of regret that they'd fade so soon?

He held her for a long time and she relished the skin-on-skin contact. Then he played with her hair, twirling it around his fingers. He wrapped a thick chunk around his palm and brought it to his mouth, rubbing his lips across it. Each caress on her cheek and tender kiss on her forehead brought her back to herself. She felt secure that he knew exactly what she needed without her having to ask.

"Better?"

"Much. Thank you. For . . . all of it."

"I'm humbled by the trust you place in me." He nuzzled her temple. "I'll never take that for granted."

Men, in her experience, in the afterglow of great sex, would say anything in hopes of a repeat performance. But Ronin was different since he'd backed up his words with actions on more than one occasion. She could fall for him so easily.

Don't be a fool. You've already fallen for him. 

"Are you ready to see yourself on film?"

"No. I'm afraid to look."

"Why?"

"I don't like pictures of myself." Understatement. Amery hated pictures of herself. "I always look goofy. Like the redheaded stepchild who gets shoved into the background hoping no one notices her."

He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Then you'll be surprised by how breathtaking you look bound by me, won't you?"

It'd kill her to see his disappointment when he witnessed proof of how unphotogenic she was.

"I don't want you deleting anything until we've gone through them all," he warned. "It sounds as if you can't be objective when it comes to photos of yourself, let alone half-naked photos." He kissed her nose. "Grab the camera and let's take a peek."

"What if they're all bad? You've already untied me, so it isn't like we can do a reshoot."

"First of all, I can have you retied in five minutes. Second of all, my fear is that you burned up the camera with your smoking hotness. Especially when I went down on you. If the image could capture the sex noises you made, tied up for my pleasure and coming on my tongue, the images would easily sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars."

Amery wiggled out of his hold. "Now you're just being ridiculous."

"Am I? Get dressed. I'll be back." He snagged his shirt off the floor and ducked out.

She put her clothes on before she unhooked the camera from the tripod.