Bound (Mastered #1)(83)

"I'm a little low on sex club wear. And I should change."

"Don't. You look great." He took her hand and led her into the living room.

Amery sat on one end of the couch, facing the opposite end, with her feet in the middle cushion, putting some distance between them.

Ronin mimicked her position, but he immediately grabbed her foot and set it on the inside of his thigh. His fingers swept over her ankle bone and the back of her calf in a continual arc.

The man's face gave nothing away, so the fact that he needed to touch her to establish a physical connection allowed her to relax. "I'm so sorry for the shitty things I said to you last Saturday."

"I know you are."

"Can you forgive me or will my knee-jerk reaction always be a sticking point between us?" When he didn't immediately respond, another thing occurred to her. "I'm not the first woman to react that way, am I?"

"No. You'd think I would've learned my lesson. Or at least learned to have better timing."

"Why did you pick Saturday night?"

Ronin's dark eyes bored into hers. "Because you told me no boundaries and I ran with it."

She had tossed that out. Why had she been so shocked he'd taken her bold words at face value?

Because you're never reckless and you expected civility from a man who deals in violence.

"In retrospect . . ." He shook his head. "Just ask me the questions I see in your eyes."

Unsure on how to phrase her question or issue or whatever the hell it was, Amery focused on her ragged cuticles.

But Ronin didn't allow it. He moved closer. His warm fingers slid below her chin and he tilted her face up. "Don't be shy with me, Amery."

"Why didn't you tell me about the rope stuff from the start? If it isn't a hobby and it's part of who you are?"

"I've hidden a lot from you. I don't blame you for wanting to get away from me."

Amery watched as his features softened. And dammit, the vulnerable side of him softened something inside her.

"I've been training in martial arts every day for as long as I can remember. And by training, I don't only mean the physical side, but the psychological aspect, the spiritual aspect, and the long-held traditions that are part of the discipline. Living the philosophy really kicked in when I sequestered myself at the monastery."

"On a spiritual level?" she asked.

"To some extent. I immersed myself in training. Over the years I'd worked with swords, knives, sticks, every weapon at my disposal. To be honest, I wasn't particularly skilled at any of them. I excelled at the hand-to-hand drills and utilizing pressure points to disable an opponent. So the idea of learning the ropes, so to speak, didn't excite me." He paused. "It surprised me when a rope in my hand felt natural and I picked up everything quickly.



       
         
       
        

"By the end of my second year of training, at age nineteen, I equaled my teacher in skill. He enlisted help from another rope master. His specialty was . . ." Ronin's eyes met hers. "Shibari."

"Did he demonstrate on you?"

Ronin shook his head. "He had three female companions he 'lent' to me. They were knowledgeable and vocal about what did and didn't work in my tying techniques."

That crazy punch of jealousy hit her again. "These women had no issue being lent out to you by their master like some kind of fuck toys?"

"I didn't fuck them, Amery. I bound them."

"Oh." But she couldn't let it go. "Were those his rules? Or their choice?"

"Are you asking me if I would've fucked them if they'd wanted it?"

Amery raised her chin. "Yes."

He twisted a hank of hair around his fingers and tugged her closer for a quick kiss. "No. They were strong with supple bodies and completely unashamed of their nakedness. During that time-I didn't treat them like women, but as objects I could bend to my will. To my vision. That's when I understood I needed the beauty and artistry of shibari and kinbaku in my life as more than just tying a woman up like a package. I wanted the intimate connection."

This was a much deeper look into him than she'd expected to get from him tonight. Amery reached for his hand. It was the first time she noticed his knuckles were raw, red, and scraped up more than usual. "What happened?"

"I worked out harder this week than what I normally do."

Knox had mentioned that to her. "Why?"

Ronin twisted his hand and brought her knuckles to his mouth for a soft kiss. "I was on edge and needed a way to channel my frustration besides taking it all out on my students."