Unwound

by Lorelei James

  “That’s where I make you come. Over and over. As many times as I want. Until you can’t take it anymore. Until you beg me to stop.” Ronin traced his fingers up and down the insides of her thighs, watching that pretty pale skin tremble. “But you can take a lot, can’t you?”

  Another violent head shake.

  Ronin stood and held the remote. “Let’s test that. Better brace yourself.” He flicked it on, keeping it on low. He grabbed the hook he used for rigging assistance and attached the wide belly strap on the Y chain.

  Amery had cranked her head to see what he was doing.

  He turned the vibrator to high. Then he stood behind her, holding on to her bound wrists so she didn’t pitch forward when the orgasm hit. “Look at yourself. Any second, the vibrations will take over and you’ll be helpless to do anything but watch how beautiful you are when you come.” His mouth brushed her ear. “Close, baby?”

  She nodded.

  He nibbled on her neck. Gifting her with soft little bites and tiny sucks until her breathing was labored. When her eyes drifted to half-mast, he said, “Watch yourself. Watch me watching you.”

  Their gazes connected again, and he saw her bite down on the rope. Ronin could feel the pulse in her throat against his lips, and he growled against her skin. “I can almost taste you. Sweet. Salty. Creamy.”

  She unraveled. As soon her orgasm abated, she slumped against him, and he turned off the vibrator.

  “I am so crazy about you. Crazy scared about all the things you make me feel.” He wrapped his hand beneath her jaw. “Look at what you do to me. I’m about to crawl out of my damn skin from wanting you.”

  “Den dake mee.”

  “Oh, I’ll take you.” He nuzzled her temple. “I’ll take you someplace you’ve never gone. As soon as you can’t take it anymore.” He swept his thumb over her distended lip. He leaned close enough to press his mouth to hers. His tongue snaked out and followed the rope. He sucked in her shallow breaths as he let the very tip of his tongue tease the underside of her top lip and the ridge of her teeth. “One more and I’ll take the gag off,” he murmured against her mouth. Then he turned the vibrator back on.

  Good thing he’d held on to her because her knees buckled.

  Amery tried to get away from the vibrations, but thrashing caused the rope to saw into her neck and the corners of her mouth.

  Ronin’s eyes met hers in the mirror. “Don’t fight it. Let it happen.” He placed his hand in the center of her chest and slowly moved it up to slip a finger underneath the rope at the hollow of her throat. “You look breathtaking in my ropes. Regardless of whether you’re naked, or clothed, you’re as regal as royalty and yet . . . you still wear the blush of innocence. Neither is an act with you. That is you, Amery. It’s beautiful and compelling and mine. I do this to you. No one else.”

  “Oomgld. Leez.” Almost against her will, she released a muffled wail. Her body trembled.

  Ronin latched on to the sweet spot below her earlobe and sucked, making her tremble harder. After the climax ended, he clicked off the vibrator and untied the gag. As soon as her mouth was freed, he kissed her with gentleness and surety. “You’re doing good, baby.” He kissed the corners of her lips. “So good.”

  “You weren’t kidding about orgasm torture,” she panted. “My whole body is jumping like a live wire.”

  “This time I’ll keep it on low longer.”

  “What? Again? Why?”

  “Because you knew what I needed—to step a foot off that ledge. You gave it to me. I’ve always sated that need with violence. But now I can sate it with you.” Ronin murmured, “How many more orgasms until you beg me to stop?”

  “I—I don’t know!”

  “Do you know how fucking sexy it is knowing that your pussy is completely under my control? I can do this”—he flicked on the switch and she gasped—“and watch you fly apart.”

  “Ronin. Please. I can’t. What . . . oh, god, is it pulsating?”

  “Guess I hit the random switch.” His mouth cruised down the slope of her neck. “Like that?”

  “Yes. No. How can I be coming again . . . oh, oh, oh.” Amery threw her head back, and her soft wail curled around his body like a silken ribbon.

  When she came down from her climax high and was panting softly, he put his mouth right on her ear. “This hot little ass of yours? Is mine tonight.”

  Amery seemed too blissed out to answer, so he reiterated, “Tell me what I want.”

  “To fuck me in the ass.”

  “Beg me to fuck you and give you a break from this.”

  She shrieked when he cranked the vibrator on again. “Please, Ronin. Make it stop. Then take whatever—fuck me however you want. Please.”

  Ronin fed her hungry kisses. “My reward for capturing you? I will fuck you as long and as hard as I need.”

  “Yes.” Amery turned her head and rubbed his cheek. “But I don’t think I can stand up.”

  “I have a suspension rigging set up.” He moved to the side, pulling the strap over her head and settling it in her midsection. “Lean forward, baby. That’s it. Now slide your heels out.”

  “I feel like I’m floating.”

  “You will be by the time I’m done with you.”

  She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

  “Eyes on the mirror. Watch me.” Ronin stood behind her, heart and cock pounding with anticipation as he scraped his fingertips up the backs of her thighs. Then he smoothed his palms over those soft buttocks and pushed the dress up her back.

  “You look like some conquering hero about to take the spoils of war,” she said, her voice a rasp of awe tinged with fear.

  “I am.” He reached for the lube and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers. “Relax, and it’ll go a little easier on you.”

  “But not much.”

  “Make no mistake; it’s gonna hurt.” He swirled the slickness around the tight pucker of her anus and eased the tip of his finger in.

  Their gazes remained locked as he prepared her. One finger, then two. The intensity increasing every time he pushed deeper. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  Amery whispered, “Yes. Do it.”

  Ronin shed his gi pants and stroked his cock, adding more lube.

  Her ragged breathing, wide eyes, swollen mouth, and her binding fueled his need in a way he’d never experienced. He pressed the head of his cock between her ass cheeks, following the line of her crack until he met that resistant little hole. Grabbing her hips, he pushed past the ring of muscle trying to keep him out. He did pause momentarily, loving the tight squeeze of her muscle at just the head of his cock.

  Amery bit her lip and tried to drop her head.

  “Look at me.” He eased inside her fully.

  Jesus fucking Christ. Hot and tight repeated on a loop in his brain. He began to move, slowly and steadily, so he could feel the anal passage clamped around every inch of his cock. He worked in and out of her virgin ass in a modified version of seven samurai. Five slow strokes; on the sixth stroke, he pulled all the way out, keeping the head of his dick against that tiny spasming pucker, then counting to seven before he slammed into her fully.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  Ronin didn’t speak. He watched his cock disappearing into that small rosette and grunted with satisfaction every time his cock bottomed out.

  Amery kept her head up, her gaze hot with desire as she started tightening her inner muscles around his cock when he was fully seated inside her.

  That’s when he lost all track of his counting and his need to make this last. His hips connected with her flesh with a hard, fast slap. Perspiration glazed his body as he raced toward the tipping point.

  But Ronin wasn’t going over that edge alone. He reached for the remote and cranked it to high.

  “Damn you. That’s not fair. I can’t take . . .”

  “Hurts so good, doesn’t it?”

  She lowered her lids and arched her neck, purposely giving herself a mark.
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  “Look at you,” he growled. “So sexy and defiant. You don’t want to come again, but you will.”

  “Ronin—”

  “Give it to me. This one is mine.”

  He felt the vibration from the lotus every time his cock bottomed out and his balls swung up. When he pulled out fully and rammed home with each thrust, she shuddered.

  “Yes, like that.” As soon as she said, “Don’t stop,” her inner muscles began that rhythmic spasming, and she cried out.

  Ronin let her body pull the climax from his as each pulsating spasm milked his cock, almost in slow motion. The heat of his seed against the hot tissues of her anal walls eased his every short, fast jab.

  His head nearly split from the pleasure—the visual of her body bound as he fucked her mindless and the orgasm that nearly had his knees bucking from the sheer magnitude of it.

  When his brain finally stopped spinning, he realized he’d rested all his weight on her as he slumped over her body. His cock was still buried in her ass and the lotus kept buzzing away.

  And he felt the power of it again as another orgasm rocketed through her. He fastened his mouth to the side of her neck, tasting her sweat and feeling her pulse pounding beneath his lips. As soon as Amery sucked in another breath, he switched off the lotus.

  “I can’t—”

  “I know, baby. I’ve got you. We’re done.”

  He pulled out of her. Then he unhooked her hand binding from the body binding. He gently hauled her upright, away from the rigging. “Can you stand?”

  “I think so.”

  Keeping one arm banded around her hips, he worked the knots free. The last piece was the neck rope. After he removed it, he ran the tips of his fingers across the rope burns. He had a momentary pang of guilt until Amery said hoarsely, “I wanted the marks tonight. I earned these marks.”

  He pressed kisses from one side of her throat to the other. “You wear them beautifully.” Then he slipped his right arm behind her knees and lifted her into his arms.

  “Ronin, don’t. Your knee—”

  “Is fine. And as the victor in tonight’s challenge, it’s my right to bring my prize into my bed.”

  “You haven’t undone my hands,” she said softly against his neck.

  “Because I don’t want you pushing away from me when I’m carrying you.” He kissed the frown lines in her forehead as he strolled down the hallway. “I’m running on a lot of adrenaline right now, so I’m good.”

  But he became a little concerned when his neck got wet. With her tears?

  The easiest way to undo her wrist wrap was to place her upper body on the mattress and get at her from behind. But her emotions were high, so he took her to the chair in the corner, keeping her cradled to his chest. Luckily the binding was such he could undo it with one hand. Even with both hands tied behind her back.

  Ronin brought both wrists into her lap and began to rub. “Any numbness?”

  “Yes. But no pain. Not yet.”

  “Soreness anywhere else?” He rubbed her forearms and up to her biceps.

  “Just my ass,” she mumbled.

  A soft laugh escaped. “No apologies for that.”

  “It’s not funny. I’m going to feel it for the next day.”

  “Good. I want you thinking about me.”

  She traced the edge of his jaw.

  Ronin snagged her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Thank you for tonight. But, baby, why are you crying?”

  “A rush of adrenaline makes you stronger. It makes me weepy. Sorry.”

  He tipped her chin up. “Don’t apologize. You are beautiful, honest, and real. And you are also completely mine.” He kissed her until she sighed and relaxed into him. Then he undressed her and tucked her in his bed where she belonged.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  “WE’VE got to stop meeting like this,” Shiori deadpanned.

  “Are you afraid people will start to talk?” Amery joked back.

  Shiori peered over the top of her sunglasses. “That’s the question of the day, isn’t it? Why did you summon me to your lair?”

  “To go over my questions on the contracts. In private.” Amery had set up this meeting after everyone in the office had gone for the day. She still hadn’t shared with her friend and officemate Chaz why she and Ronin had broken up in the first place. Now that they’d reconciled, Ronin’s family connections didn’t matter—at least not to her. But if sexy, mysterious Shiori Hirano sauntered into the office, Chaz would grill her. So the best way to deal with the potential headache was to avoid it.

  At least for now.

  While Shiori wandered around Amery’s apartment, Amery filled the two lowball glasses with ice. “What would you like to drink?”

  “Just water. I’m teaching the late class tonight.”

  “How’s it going?”

  Shiori took a seat at the breakfast bar. “I enjoy teaching far more than I thought I would.”

  “I’m surprised you have time with all the responsibilities of someone in your position.”

  She shrugged. “I’d be training there anyway if I weren’t teaching. My sensei in Japan reminded me that teaching is just another way to learn.”

  “Philosophical. Are all masters of martial arts like that?”

  “The good ones are.”

  “You sound like Knox.”

  “The only thing Knox and I have in common is our desire to beat each other unconscious.”

  Amery raised an eyebrow.

  Shiori pointed to the contracts. “What have you decided?”

  “You said the terms are negotiable.”

  “To some extent. But to be blunt, Okada walks away if the terms aren’t to our liking. Then all negotiations are permanently over.”

  “I understand that I need Okada more than Okada needs me. But along those lines, I don’t think I can work for one company exclusively, no matter how well they pay.”

  “Forgive me if I don’t quite grasp this. Your company is dangerously close to shutting down because of lack of revenue, and Okada is offering you a permanent, steady income, and you’re turning it down?”

  Amery fiddled with the ice in her glass before sucking down a mouthful of booze. “I know it sounds crazy. And believe me, I’ve wrestled with this, but I like the diversity of what I do. Being contracted for a specific project line with Okada would provide me with enough income to keep Molly on and maybe hire another employee. Yet at the same time, I could retain my other clients. They’ve stuck with me, so I don’t want to ditch them when a bigger company waves a big, fat check in my face.” She met Shiori’s confused gaze. “You do get what I’m trying to tell you, don’t you?”

  “You’re about loyalty. You’d rather fail on your own than compromise your integrity.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I can respect that.” Shiori rifled through the contracts. “I believe the language in this one is case specific. I’m fairly confident Okada will agree to those terms, but they will expect you to forego design work for your clients in the restaurant business.” She offered a small smile. “We would prefer consumers were at home eating our line of healthy frozen meals.”

  She laughed. “Done. My design work for them is minimal anyway. What about the organic food markets?”

  “As long as you’re not creating ads for our competition, I don’t believe that’ll be an issue.”

  Amery exhaled slowly. “Then I’ll sign on the dotted line.”