Schooled(32)
Amery closed her eyes and moaned.
The vibration traveled from the head of his cock, pressed into the back of her throat, clear down into his balls.
Keeping one hand on her neck and the other on the side of her face, Ronin started to move. Fucking in and out of that suctioning heat. Moving faster with each plunge and retreat, knowing she could take it. Knowing how much she loved it when he became a mindless beast. When his world boiled down to the hot haven of her mouth.
And goddamn if she hadn’t been right; he was about to blow.
“Look at me, baby. See what you do to me.”
Her eyes shone with possession and satisfaction as she gave him what he needed. Sucking harder when he started to come. Swallowing every hot spurt.
At some point Ronin’s head fell back and he let that dazed sensation of completion wash over him. He opened his eyes and feathered his thumb across Amery’s cheekbone as he pulled out. Slowly. Wanting to keep this connection with her as long as possible. Once the tip slipped free, he said, “Thank you.”
Amery nuzzled his hand. “I love you, Ronin. And if you really don’t want to go to the bondage club tonight—”
He put his thumb over her lips. “I want to go. I’m looking forward to it.”
***
Ronin hadn’t visited the clubs in Tokyo since before he’d been involved with Naomi. Although he’d done several kinbaku demonstrations, it’d been more performance art to titillate and shock because that’s what club-goers expected.
While Amery fretted about what club attire to wear, Ronin dressed as he always did; with comfort in mind. Black jeans, black boots, a long-sleeved black button-up shirt. He ran his hands through his damp hair, realizing he hadn’t had it cut since before he left the States and it needed a trim.
“Well, aren’t you looking every inch the black angel of death,” Amery said and then wrapped her arms around his waist. “Ninjas wear black to blend in?”
“Always.” He kissed the top of her head. “You ready to go?”
“Yep. Are we taking a car to the club?”
“It’s better to take public transport. The part of Roppongi the club is in is rougher than other areas with upscale hotels and office buildings.” He looked at her curiously. “How’d you find out about this place?”
“Google?” She shrugged. “I picked it since it seemed to be off the beaten path, which I took to mean it caters to locals. The cover charge is high so that probably keeps the tourists out.”
It appeared she’d done her research.
Amery tucked her phone in her front pocket and her ID in the opposite pocket. “You sure I won’t need money?”
He lifted a brow.
“Right. You da man. You always pay. Let’s go. I don’t want to miss anything.”
***
Their stroll from the train station to the bondage and fetish club district in Roppongi was uneventful, besides their being accosted by members of a geisha drag club to watch their show.
The pink and black sign above the door had kanji symbol for the number five—Go.
Once they were approved by the bouncer, they entered a small entryway. The woman behind the counter focused on Ronin. “Cover charge for VIP section is thirty thousand yen per couple, which includes checking two cell phones.”
Ronin removed his wallet and handed over his credit card.
She rang up the sale and slid a basket with a lid across the counter.
“What’s that for?” Amery asked.
“Our phones. No recording devices allowed.”
Her eyes searched his. “Seriously?”
“It’s fine. Actually it’s good they enforce a privacy policy.”
She dropped her phone next to his.
The clerk handed Ronin a receipt and a metal claim tag for the basket. “VIP seats are in the first two rows. Read and understand the rules before you enter the staging area. The next show begins in ten minutes.”
“Thank you.”
Ronin held the black velvet curtain open and he ducked inside behind Amery. “You sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, Ronin—it was my idea, remember?”
Something didn’t fit. Then it clicked. “Was this really your idea? Or was it Yasuji’s?”
A blush stole across her cheeks. “He mentioned I might enjoy visiting this club.”
“How the hell did that come up in conversation?”
“I’m your rope model, Ronin. He is your teacher. He suggested I see a rope demo from a neutral perspective. One where you’re not tying me or someone else.”
He curled his hand around her neck, holding her head in place so she couldn’t look away. “I didn’t ask him to have a conversation with you.”