Bound (Mastered #1)(56)

"You okay? Not cutting into you?"

"Not unless I move."

Ronin stood and straddled the chair. "Then you'd better hold still, hadn't you?"

"What do you plan to do to me?"

He drew lazy circles around her nipples. "Anything I want."

Amery's mouth dried at seeing the heat in his eyes.

More lazy circles. "Does that scare you?" He leaned forward and curled his tongue around her nipple. "Or excite you?"

Her nipple puckered into a rigid point. She wanted more of his touch, his mouth, more of him.

"Answer me," he said in that velvet rasp, sending his warm breath across the nipple he'd wet with his mouth.

"It excites me." She felt him smile against the lower curve of her breast.

He suckled her nipples long enough to make her squirm and arch up. Then he pushed upright.

Amery watched as he unknotted the embroidered black belt he wore with his gi. When he snapped the ends together, a loud pop echoed.

"I want my mouth on you. I want to lick and suck your pussy until your honey pours down my throat. I don't want to miss a single, fucking drop." Ronin dragged his middle finger up her slit and popped the digit into his mouth. "Mmm. But with the way you wiggle . . ." He snapped the belt together again. "I'd better make sure you can't get away from me." He pushed the bottom of the cushion up so it raised her pelvis. Then he placed her heels on the edge of the chair, which in turn spread her knees wide. "Such a pretty, wet cunt."

Whenever Ronin said such blatantly sexual things, she blushed from the roots of her hair to her toenails. He looped his belt beneath the underside of the chair and brought the ends up to tie a knot directly over her belly button.

With the cushion lodged under her butt, her midsection secured, and her arms immobilized, Amery was completely at his mercy.

"Every part of you is mine to touch." He put his mouth on the inside of her knee and sucked. "Mine to taste." He swept his fingers alongside the edge of his belt tying her to the chair. "Mine to tease."

When he settled himself on the end of the chaise, Amery knew why he'd pushed up the cushion; it put her pussy at his mouth level. A wave of want nearly swamped her.

"You're always speaking of balance. Let's see if you can keep your balance when I'm doing this." He licked her from the opening of her pussy to her clit.

She tried to arch up to meet his mouth, but if she moved her lower half, her heels slid off the chair.

His mean little chuckle was unnecessary.

"Did you think of me today, Amery?"



       
         
       
        

"Yes."

"When you thought of me did you imagine my tongue licking you from the inside out? Like this?" He burrowed his tongue into her channel.

She released a long moan.

When he came up for air, he eased back and nibbled the inside of her thighs until her legs quivered. His hands skated up the tops of her legs, pausing to squeeze her hips, and up farther yet to span her rib cage. "Breathe. If you pass out I might get a swelled head that I made you come so hard you lost consciousness."

Amery sucked in a deep, slow breath.

While she did that Ronin licked her clit. Then softly kissed her intimate flesh. A tender swirl of his tongue followed by gentle sucking. Kissing and exploring her pussy in the same unyielding way as when he first kissed her mouth.

And she got that same dizzying sensation-except it seemed more acute. She didn't have to push and move to get to that sweet spot where she unraveled; she knew it was coming. The buzz started behind her tailbone and spread upward. Making her belly muscles quiver, her nipples hard. She didn't stiffen up; she just let Ronin coax her to the detonation point. She hovered on the brink as he lit the match.

The wait for the explosion was sweet torture. But when that first shock wave hit, Amery might've actually screamed. Then another one blasted her. And another. And each subsequent pulse built on the last one and the skill of Ronin's mouth.

After the waves ebbed, she found herself blinking at the dark sky, wondering if she was still being tossed about in that spinning vortex. Her gaze fell on the dark head between her legs.

Their eyes met. Ronin murmured, "Again," and slipped two fingers in her drenched pussy. Those fingers expertly stroked her to another shuddering orgasm so quickly she did cry out. She'd never been so in tune with every nuance of her body's response-even with her inability to move. Maybe it was because she couldn't move and she'd given control of her pleasure to him. She didn't have to think; just feel.