Bound: The Mastered Series

by Lorelei James

  “Up to you.”

  “Me watching you won’t bother you?”

  Ronin stepped in front of her. “No. The only thing that will bother me is if you’re not honest about how you’re feeling. Blocking your sight will strip away another layer of your control. I can blindfold you if you’d prefer.”

  “Oh.” Part of her wanted to be blindfolded to get the edgier experience, but a larger part wanted the option of watching him as he bound her.

  “So what’ll it be?”

  “I’ll wing it.”

  He pressed a kiss on her lips. “Stay still. I’ll be right back.”

  Amery watched as he selected three plain white rope bundles from the far wall. And she managed a clinical detachment about what he intended to do with the rope until he loosened the first bundle. She squeezed her eyes shut.

  “I’ll start with a chest harness that will also immobilize your hands.”

  “Okay.”

  That’s all Ronin needed. The first wrap circled her chest below her armpits. As did the second and the third. Then he crossed the center of her chest, and that pulled the bindings tighter as well as squeezed her breasts.

  She contemplated looking down to watch him at work, but she focused on his rough fingertips gliding across her skin as he checked the tightness of the bindings. And yeah, they were plenty tight.

  “Are you holding your breath?” he asked in that low, commanding tone.

  “Maybe a little.”

  “Inhale and exhale slowly. Even more exaggerated breathing than you use in yoga.”

  She nodded and filled her lungs.

  Ronin didn’t miss a beat and kept wrapping.

  When he tugged the rope across her nipple, she sucked in a surprised breath.

  “One more like that.”

  The second wrap compressed her nipples between the two ropes, creating a pinching sensation, and her eyes flew open. She glanced down and saw her nipples elongated from the pressure and jutting out from the ropes.

  His thumb swept over the left one as his right hand held the coil of rope. “Does it hurt?”

  “Not when you touch it like that.”

  Ronin kept stroking it, staring into her eyes. “This tie is called ‘string of pearls.’ See how the binding makes the tips of your nipples round?”

  “Yes. Just as long as it doesn’t cut off my circulation entirely and turn them white.”

  “I know how sensitive your nipples are. Plus, my mouth will help restore blood flow when the time is right.”

  That brought forth a flash of heat between her thighs. She closed her eyes.

  He said, “Breathe, baby,” and wound the rope around her rib cage.

  There didn’t seem to be a point when his hands weren’t on her. Or when she couldn’t feel the heat of his body against hers. Or feel his lustful gaze studying her reactions. It was heaven, being on the receiving end of his total attention.

  Another shiver broke free when his fingers followed the contour of her belly down to the rise of her mound.

  Ronin pressed against her clit and dragged the pad of his thumb down the seam of her sex and back up. He pushed against that bundle of nerves again. But the pressure was different. She sucked in a quick breath when she felt the rope sliding along the split in her sex, one on either side of her labia. Then he pulled it between her legs and up the crack of her ass.

  His mouth grazed her ear. “Do you know how beautiful you look?”

  “No.”

  “Or how fucking hot it is that I can make you come whenever I want just by doing this.” He tugged on the ropes, sending a shooting sensation from her nipples to her clit, then down her pussy, across her anus.

  She gasped, shocked that the sharp bite of pain morphed so quickly into pleasure.

  He snatched the two rope ends tickling her back and attached them to the rope threaded between her thighs, tying them to her bound arms.

  Amery’s breaths had become labored—from the tight bindings or her lack of control or a combination of both.

  “Slow and steady, remember,” he said in that deliciously deep, calming tone.

  But it didn’t soothe her this time. She thrashed around in an attempt to get free. “I can’t get enough air.”

  “Amery.”

  “I can’t fucking breathe.”

  “Stop. Think. You’re safe.”

  “No! Let me go.”

  Ronin abruptly stepped away, leaving her alone.

  That kicked her sense of panic higher. The rope sliced into her every time she moved, burning tender flesh. She twisted her shoulders, trying to shake loose. A scream of frustration got stuck in her throat and the only sound she could make was a pitiful whimper. All she heard was the rush of blood in her ears.

  Then firm, warm flesh pressed against her back.

  Ronin.

  He pulled her lower body against his with his right forearm, which also stopped the rope from moving and abrading her skin. Ronin curled his left hand around her throat and jaw, holding her in place.

  His complete immobilization of her didn’t create additional alarm. It somehow . . . settled her. He didn’t say a word; he just held her. He made her feel safe.

  Keeping her eyes closed helped her focus.

  “Better?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m going to let you go. Are you ready for me to finish binding you?”

  “Okay.”

  Whatever configuration he used connecting her arms to the chest harness took longer than she’d expected. So by the time he finished, she’d drifted into that floaty headspace she’d experienced when he tied her to the chaise. She was attuned to every nuance in her body. The tug in her sex. The constriction around her chest. The position of her arms and hands that rendered them useless.

  Ronin’s warm breath drifted over her damp skin as he made adjustments. Intensity radiated from him.

  His fingertips followed the bindings from her chest to her belly, over her slick pussy, up the crack in her ass, and then from her shoulders down her arms to her wrists. He didn’t say a word, but Amery knew she’d pleased him.

  A gentle push indicated she needed to return to her knees. Her head tilted forward and the ends of her hair brushed the tops of her thighs.

  She wasn’t sure how much time passed before she felt Ronin behind her. His hand went to her hair, pulling to get her attention as that hot, wicked mouth of his assaulted her neck. Biting, sucking, sending tremors of need through her and yet she knew she remained under his control. She couldn’t touch him. Or herself. She couldn’t do anything but surrender.

  And what a sweet, sweet surrender it was.

  Ronin lightly tugged on the rope with the knot teasing her clit. His other hand toyed with her nipples. Sometimes pulling. Sometimes pinching. Sometimes just giving her a featherlight stroke over the aching tip. He held her head in place with his hand and nuzzled the skin beneath her ear. “Amery.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Are you close to coming?”

  “No.”

  He increased the speed and pressure of the rope on her clit and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Better?”

  “Some, but I don’t think I can . . . without direct contact.”

  Then Ronin slid in front of her and let his tongue flick across her nipple. He bent his head to her other breast and scored the tip with his teeth.

  Her head fell back.

  He moved the small knot in the rope away from her clitoris and stroked with his thumb. Side to side at first, bringing blood to the nub.

  Amery clenched her thighs in anticipation. Every rapid stroke on her engorged clit pushed her closer to the edge. The binding around her chest forced only reedy breaths, increasing the dizzy sensation.

  Then Ronin’s mouth was sucking in that spot below her ear—the spot that shot an electric charge to her nipples and ricocheted to her pussy. She had about a five-second warning before she came undone. And right after that first hard pulse rocked her, Ronin snapped the kno
tted rope into place over her clit.

  The spark of pain lasted a split second before the pleasure hit and her cunt spasmed. Every pulse felt like another hard snap of that rope.

  She arched back but didn’t have anywhere to go with her hands tied. Ronin’s mouth suctioned to her neck as his fingers twisted her nipple to the pulsing rhythm coursing through her.

  By the time she floated back down, Ronin’s touches were aggressive.

  He shifted her into the position he wanted—on her knees on a training mat, her chest against the cool vinyl, her ass in the air. Those skilled hands skimmed her naked back from the start of her spine to where her bound hands rested above her ass. Her name tumbled from his lips as soft as a sigh, but with as much reverence as the way he touched her. His potent mix of affection and need flowed through her when he clamped his hands on her hips and anchored his body behind hers.

  The thick head of his cock circled the opening once before he plunged into her pussy to the hilt.

  Although she was wet and she’d already come once, the ferocity of his thrusts made her breath catch. Good thing he’d switched his grip from her hips to the ropes binding her arms or she would’ve gone skittering across the mat.

  But it felt good. Empowering. She’d driven Ronin Black to the tipping point. And he was proving his mastery with every hard, driving thrust. He didn’t speak. The only indication he’d finally reached the end of the climb was when his fingers dug into her hips and he released a soft grunt as his heat filled her.

  Afterward Ronin retreated and pulled her to her feet. He immediately picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he carried her to his bedroom. The man wasn’t even breathing hard when he laid her on his big bed.

  He kissed her with hunger and delicacy. First her mouth, then his lips meandered down her torso, stopping at her swollen clit. He was ruthless in bringing her to climax again with his tongue and soft, sucking kisses.

  Amery sighed, surprised she had breath enough in her lungs to make any noise at all.

  He traced the skin above the first rope wrap as he untied it. “You are beautiful bound. Beautiful in your surrender to me.”

  “Even when you had to talk me down?”

  Those ever-changing brown eyes hooked hers. “Especially then.”

  “Ronin—”

  “Hold on for a second.” He helped her into a sitting position and wedged himself between her knees. One quick tug and one of the knots on the chest harness loosened the binding above her breasts. Blood rushed in and the painful pins-and-needles sensation would’ve brought tears to her eyes if not for Ronin’s mouth being right there to alleviate the sting.

  “Oh my God.”

  “You like that?” he murmured, moving to her other breast.

  “It hurts. Then it doesn’t. Is it weird I miss the hurting sensation, but at the same time I don’t?”

  “No, baby, it’s not. That’s why it’s called the edge between pleasure and pain.”

  “It’s easier to understand when I’m actually dancing on that razor’s edge.” She let her head fall back as Ronin kissed and nuzzled every section of her chest where the ropes had been.

  Then he was in her face wearing a look of satisfaction. “You took to bondage amazingly well.” He kissed her forehead. “Is that something you’d like to continue to explore with me?”

  Amery blinked at him. “Why would you think I wouldn’t be interested?”

  “I never assume.” Ronin brushed his cheek over hers. “You agreed to try it. That’s it.”

  “And I liked it,” she blurted. “A lot.”

  “Good to hear. I have plenty more ideas on how I’d like to bind you.”

  She shifted her head and saw the red marks on her skin. All over her skin. Would the marks still be visible in the morning? Would her friends and clients recognize rope burns on her wrists?

  He tipped her chin up. “Hey. Where’d you go?”

  “Just worried about”—what other people will think? jumped into her head before she blocked it out. “How long will the rope marks show?”

  “They’ll be gone in a few hours. But you’ve got to expect to have marks every time I bind you. It’s physics. Something coarse rubs against a soft surface and it’ll result in a mark.” Ronin dragged a fingertip across the red line above her left breast. “Some who are tied want the marks. In fact, the more marks the better. It’s a badge of honor for them.”

  “But they don’t have mainstream jobs where they have to face, say, the church camp counselor, who’s picking up promotional materials and she sees the graphic artist with rope burns on her arms, wrists, and ankles.”

  “Amery, I’d never put your livelihood in jeopardy. But there will be times when the marks won’t fade as fast as tonight. It depends on the size and type of rope, what pattern I’m attempting, where I tie you, if I use suspension, and even if I fuck you when you’re bound.”

  “So maybe the question is, how often do you want to bind me? Every time we’re together? Will you demand it? Do you need it?” Sitting on the bed, naked, talking about bondage specifics should’ve made her feel sexually free, but mostly she felt confused and exposed.

  Ronin gathered her into his arms.

  Almost immediately, she relaxed.

  “One thing at a time, okay?”

  She nodded.

  “There’s no need to set a schedule, like I’ll bind you on Tuesdays and Saturdays, and Wednesdays and Mondays are no-tie days. Kinbaku can be spontaneous. But I can also plan to practice a specific binding on you several days in advance. So I’d let you know, like tonight, that we’ll be in a more formal situation. Does that work for you?”

  “Yes.”

  He kissed her temple. “You can ask me to tie you. If you ever want to look at pictures of possible poses you’d like to try, let me know. Will I demand that your body becomes mine to play with? Sometimes. But you can always say no.”

  “I heard about safe words and—”

  “We won’t need one because if you aren’t in the mood, all you have to say is no. If you have a panic moment while you’re bound and you want me to untie you, I’ll probably first determine why you want to be released, and if it’s not a health or safety concern, chances are good I can just talk to you to figure out the issue, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “As far as me needing to bind you . . . that’s a trickier answer. Obviously I like the way you look when you’re bound. Working with ropes centers me in a way nothing else does. And like with any other skill, if kinbaku and shibari aren’t practiced regularly it fades. So it falls somewhere between a compulsion and a skill for me.”

  She said, “Oh, I get it,” even when she didn’t, but she was trying. “If I decided I’m not into the kinbaku aspect of our relationship anymore?” Amery felt him smile, as if he didn’t believe that’d happen.

  “Then we’d have to revisit a few things in our relationship.”

  “Such as?”

  “Such as you understanding that I would be binding other women. Which leads to my next question.” He shifted to look at her face. “I’m a teacher. I give demonstrations. Would you be willing to be bound in public?”

  Amery shook her head. Vehemently. “No way.”

  “Which is fine, just as long as you’re aware that I will use other models in public venues and possibly in private when I need to practice.”

  Jealousy stabbed her in the gut.

  “I won’t fuck them, but I will touch them in a sexual manner.”

  She noticed he didn’t ask her permission. The thought of him touching another woman . . . made her want to try out a few of the choke holds he’d taught in her self-defense class on said women. She had to act mature—even if she didn’t feel it. “I wish I had the guts to bare myself like that, but I don’t. It’s been enough of a challenge baring myself to you. I won’t give you false hope that I’ll ever ‘get over’ it either.”

  “I’m not asking you to.” Ronin softly pressed his lips to hers.r />
  “As long as we’re discussing expectations, there’s something I’d like to talk about.”

  “Shoot.”

  Amery rolled to face him, placing her palms on his smooth pectorals, secretly marveling at the perfection of his chest. “You’re at the dojo late most nights, which doesn’t allow us much time together during the week. So I’m fine with hanging out here or at my place in the evenings. But on the weekends, I want us to go out and enjoy the Denver area. That’s the only aspect of being part of a couple that I missed.”

  “Doing couple things?”

  “Yes. It isn’t like I’ve been sitting at home, letting life pass me by while I wait for that couplehood. It’s just some activities are more fun when you’re sharing them with another person.”

  Ronin smiled. “I couldn’t agree more. So do you have things planned for us?”

  She exhaled a quiet relieved breath. She hadn’t been sure how he’d take her suggestion. “Hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park?”

  “Cool. I haven’t been up there in a while. What else?”

  “I’ve never been to the Coors Brewery Tour in Golden.”

  “I’m always down with drinking beer right after it’s been tapped.” At the word tapped, he patted her ass. “These are great ideas. Keep going.”

  Encouraged, Amery rattled off her next set of ideas, which included a visit to Tiny Town, Colorado, and attending an ice-skating extravaganza at the Pepsi Center. “I don’t want to overly plan so we have time for spontaneity.”

  “Good. As a matter of fact, I’m feeling spontaneous right now.”

  She squealed when he lifted her up, straddling her across his groin. “But you’ll be doing the work this time.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  THE sidewalk was wet when they exited the theater out the side door to avoid the crowd. The rain had left a chill in the night air. Amery snuggled into Ronin and he wrapped his arm more securely around her shoulder.

  “So? What did you think?”

  “Interesting. Never heard a Christian death metal band before.”

  She laughed. “Most people haven’t.”

  “How did you hear about them? And more important, how does this correlate to your upbringing? Because I took you to kabuki theater last weekend and you took me to a rock concert.”