Bound: The Mastered Series

by Lorelei James

Emmylou tapped a finger on Amery’s lips. “Anything that turns your mouth bright green and makes you look like you just sucked off a Martian is always subject to ridicule.”

  Amery hip-checked her on the way out the front door. “I oughta make you ride in the back.”

  “You miss me yankin’ your chain. So, what’s up with this emergency run to Target? Is BOB out of batteries?”

  “BOB is a cliché. My vibrator is named WON.”

  “WON?” Emmylou repeated, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “As in Don Juan?”

  “Nope. It’s short for Want Orgasm Now. WON.” She grinned. “I put an accent on it to make him sound more sophisticated.”

  “Bet poor WON has been gathering dust. I doubt you use him when you’ve got your sexy stud around.”

  “Except for when Ronin uses WON on me,” she muttered. She glanced across the roof of the car to see if Emmylou had heard that, but she’d checked her ringing phone and gestured that she needed to take the call.

  Amery slid into the driver’s seat and started the car, welcoming the cool air blowing on her heated face. The memory from last night with WON once again under Ronin’s control rolled through her like a violent summer storm filled with lightning, thunder, tornadoes, and hail.

  The car jiggled as Emmylou climbed in. “Sorry about that. Two injured Rockies players need immediate massage therapy sessions, so I had to shift my schedule for tomorrow.”

  “Doesn’t immediate mean . . . now? Today?”

  “It would if they were in town, but they’re on the road, so luckily it means tomorrow.” Emmylou’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you all flushed?”

  Wet daydreams courtesy of Ronin Black. “Because I’ve been sitting in a hot car waiting for you.”

  “Then let’s hit it, sista.”

  Horrible traffic meant it took twice as long to reach the Super Target in suburbia.

  They each grabbed a cart and separated. Amery stocked up on fruit, produce, Noosa yogurt, deli fixings, and frozen entrées for one. Then she tracked down the remaining household items on her list before heading into the health and beauty section. Face wash, hair products, mascara, and lip gloss added to her cart, she cut down the feminine products aisle.

  She stopped in front of the depilatory creams, waxes, and concoctions devoted to aiding in the removal of unwanted hair. As she debated choices on what would work best around her bikini line, Emmylou barreled around the corner.

  “There you are. I worried I might find you cooing over baby clothes again.”

  “I did that one time and it was a fluke.” She’d hoped for privacy in making this personal grooming choice, but Emmylou gave her none.

  “What’re you doin’ down this aisle anyway? This stuff is crap. You want to skin the beaver you go to a professional.”

  Amery blushed. “Jesus, Emmylou. You didn’t have to shout that.”

  “I didn’t. Why are you embarrassed?” Emmylou pushed her cart closer and peered into Amery’s face. “You’ve never been professionally waxed, plucked, or creamed, have you?”

  “No. I can’t imagine spreading my legs and showing my naked feminine bits to a total stranger. I’d die from that much exposure.”

  “Sweetie. It’s clinical. No different than goin’ to the doctor.”

  “Wrong. I know it seems old-fashioned and ridiculous, but I don’t ever see myself waltzing into a salon and asking some stranger to pour hot wax on my crotch.”

  But you had no issue with Ronin pouring hot wax all over your breasts.

  Not the same thing.

  Emmylou kissed her forehead. “Darlin’ girl, I’ll never make fun of you for that. But if you really want to try waxing the lady taco, I’ll do it for you at the studio. Takes, like, ten minutes to heat up the wax tank.”

  “Since when do you give wax jobs?”

  “Since always. Some of the guys who come to me for a massage are apelike hairy. The fur on their backs grosses me out and reminds me why I prefer to eat the banana split rather than the banana.”

  “Emmylou!”

  She laughed. “I love shockin’ you, sugar. Anyway, it’s easier if I have to do a deep-tissue massage to remove the man pelts beforehand. Word spread among my clients that I’ll wax backs, chests, eyebrows, ears, bellies, and the old twig and berries for an extra fee. I don’t broadcast those services, but I figure I’m doin’ hetero women a favor by secretly providing manscaping for these macho athletes who’d never set foot in a man salon.”

  Amery frowned. “But you have waxed women before?”

  “I wax myself. I waxed Helena. In fact, I still wax her.”

  “Your ex?”

  “She hasn’t found anyone who’ll wax her better.” She waggled her eyebrows. “And you don’t need to worry I’ll be scheming ways to take a bite of your naked peach. While I’m sure it’s a pretty pussy . . . kitty-cat, you’re just too vanilla for me.”

  I’m not as vanilla as you think and I’ve got the rope marks to prove it.

  Amery just smiled and said, “Probably.”

  • • •

  WAXING hurt.

  Like really fucking hurt.

  Even after Amery followed all of Emmylou’s aftercare instructions, she felt too sensitized to spend the night with Ronin. Seeing him wasn’t in the cards because seeing Ronin meant fucking Ronin.

  In true Ronin form, he hadn’t demanded an explanation on why she’d canceled. He hadn’t been happy she’d backed out of their dinner plans, but he’d retreated to unflappable Master Black and ended the conversation.

  That caused a pang of . . . not sadness, but something she couldn’t put her finger on. Almost as if he didn’t care what she did when he wasn’t fucking her or binding her.

  Her acceptance of his kink and the shocking self-discovery that she liked it had intensified their connection when they were alone. Their foray into doing couple things had lasted barely a month. They rarely went out together in public.

  Although that wasn’t entirely his fault. Amery had been content to hang out with him in his penthouse. Whenever he showed up at her loft, they were all over each other and fell asleep afterward.

  How long had it been since she’d gone out for a drink just because she could? She’d also gotten out of the habit of trying a new restaurant every week.

  That’s when she realized she’d thrown herself into this affair with Ronin just as she’d done with Tyler. She’d adjusted her schedule to fit Ronin’s and he’d kept odd hours recently, but when pressed on his nocturnal activities, he’d said, “Business,” and ended the conversation.

  She reminded herself of how hard she’d worked to be independent. It’d been a point of pride the past few years that she’d learned to enjoy doing social things alone.

  So there was no reason to stay home and mope because she couldn’t see him. She’d dress up and head down to the Bistro. Listen to some light jazz, knock back a Moscow mule, nibble on a plate of bruschetta, partake of Denver’s nightlife for a few hours.

  Just as she stepped into the alley, she heard the whirring whine of Ronin’s motorcycle.

  He killed the engine and removed his helmet before dismounting from the bike. He dropped his gaze to the toes of her high-heeled boots; then his eyes wandered up her skinny jeans, over her dusty rose lace blouse, and stopped on her face. “Going somewhere?” he asked coolly.

  “Ronin—”

  “Who are you meeting?”

  “No one.”

  “Bullshit. You’re dressed to go out. Did you cancel our plans tonight because you received a better offer?”

  Amery stomped over to him. “No. And fuck you for thinking so highly of me. I was headed to the Bistro, by myself, to grab some food, a drink, and take an hour to unwind.”

  “By yourself,” he repeated.

  “Yes. I used to do a lot of things by myself. I realized tonight since I’ve hooked up with you I stopped doing some of the things I used to enjoy.”

  “That’s why you didn’t come over? B
ecause you need to prove you’ll be fine going it alone after we’re done hooking up?”

  He added a sneering tone to the words hooking up that set her on edge. “You’re taking this completely out of context.”

  “Then explain it to me.”

  “I don’t owe you an explanation. Good night, Ronin.” Amery slammed the back door and locked it.

  Then she found herself pushed up against the cold steel. Calm, cool, and collected Ronin? Gone.

  It boosted her confidence that she could rattle him outside the bedroom. “What?”

  “What is going on with you? You never play these games.”

  “Not a game. Tonight I wanted to go out. That’s it.”

  Ronin studied her in that unnerving manner of his. But she caught a rare flash of vulnerability, and her heart caught.

  She tried a less combative tactic. She curled her hands around his face. “Come with me to the Bistro. We’ll split an appetizer, have a drink, soak in the weeknight crowd in a Denver hipster bar. It’ll be fun.”

  His rigid stance relaxed. He rested his forehead to hers. “I’d like that.”

  “Let’s go.” She pecked him on the mouth and he stepped back. “It’s two blocks down.”

  Ronin took her hand and led her to his motorcycle. “I’ll drive slow since I didn’t bring your helmet.”

  Amery shook her head. “It’s a short walk.”

  “I like you on my bike. And that wild girl wants to feel the wind in her hair even if it’s only for two short blocks.” He traced the edge of her jaw. “Or are you saying no because it’s not cool to show up at a hipster bar on a Jap bike? We’d fit in better if we pulled up on a Vespa?”

  She laughed. “Fine. We’ll take the bike. Especially since you’re looking more badass than usual in this wifebeater.” Her finger followed the scoop neck of the skintight ribbed tank top. Her fingers migrated to the deep cut of muscle in his biceps. “I really like when you show off your impressive arms.”

  “Don’t get used to it. I was in such a hurry to get to you that I switched out my gi pants for jeans and forgot about my upper half.”

  “Why don’t you wear this kind of shirt more often?”

  “Because I feel exposed.” He kept stroking her jaw. “Sounds weird coming from a man who prefers his partners naked. But I grew up wearing a gi from morning until night. Having my body covered is natural to me. I only wear short-sleeved shirts when I know it’ll be hot or if I’m working out. I only strip off my shirt when . . .”

  We’re alone.

  Amery realized that’s how Ronin leveled the playing field when the ropes came out. He hadn’t removed his shirt during the scene at the club, but he always took his shirt off with her. And for him, that was akin to being as naked as she was. She turned her head and kissed his wrist. “Ronin.”

  “So now you know,” he said softly. “Let’s go.”

  Amery did like the wind tousling her hair. But not as much as she liked the feel of Ronin’s bare skin against her cheek as she wrapped herself around him on the back of his bike.

  No surprise they garnered attention—or rather Ronin received predatory looks from several women, despite the fact that he’d draped a possessive arm over Amery’s shoulder.

  They chose a table away from the jazz guitarist and his groupies. After ordering food and drink, Ronin was sweet and attentive. Almost as if it was a date.

  Lulled by the soft music and the ease of being together, they lingered. “This is nice.”

  “Told you. I—we haven’t done this in a while.”

  “So why’d you back out on me tonight?”

  “Why didn’t you ask me that when I called you?” she countered.

  “Too pissed off to form a coherent sentence.”

  Shocking that he’d admitted it. “That’s something you’ll have to work on, Master Black, because your curt response gave me the impression you didn’t care what I did.”

  Ronin locked his gaze to hers. “I cared too much. So quit hedging. Why’d you really call and cancel?”

  Amery stirred the dregs of her Moscow mule and drained it. “Because I got waxed today.”

  Pause. Then, “Come again?”

  “I got a full bikini wax today for the first time ever. And it might make me a pussy”—she smirked—“but I’m beyond tender around my lady bits. I knew body friction would irritate my skin, so I canceled our plans.”

  He leaned forward. “Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?”

  She offered a cheeky smile. “You didn’t ask.”

  “You’re sidestepping the issue, but I’ll let it slide. Why did you think we couldn’t get together tonight?”

  She threaded her fingers through his. “Ronin. Master Black. Sensei. Sir. You are many, many things and I appreciate every facet of you, but tenderness isn’t in your arsenal of seduction. Within five minutes of being alone together, we’re naked together, and that couldn’t happen tonight, so I opted to avoid the situation.”

  “Which caused an issue between us, so nondisclosure was obviously the best choice,” he said dryly. “I’ll point out we can be together without it always leading to sex.”

  “But why would we want to be?”

  Her flip comment annoyed him rather than amused him. “Sounds like it’s past someone’s bedtime.” He pushed to his feet and held out his hand. “Shall we?”

  The night had cooled off and the short bike ride left her chilled. She didn’t protest when Ronin informed her he’d tuck her in.

  He followed her into the bedroom and began to unbutton her blouse, pressing kisses down her chest as he did so.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Helping you get ready for bed. Lift up.” He curled his hand around her knee and lifted her leg to tug off her boot. “Other side.”

  She clutched his shoulders as he removed her other boot.

  As soon as Ronin was upright, his mouth landed on hers. The slow kiss belied how fast his fingers worked the button and zipper on her jeans. Despite the fabric being skintight, he easily peeled the denim down her legs.

  He nuzzled her temple and brushed his lips across her cheekbone. “Let me show you.”

  “Show me what?”

  “That I can be tender.” He strung kisses down her throat. “So very, very tender with you.”

  “Ronin. You don’t have to.”

  “I want to. I need to.”

  She about melted into a puddle of goo.

  “And you don’t have to worry that I’ll rut on you afterward.” He unhooked her bra and removed it. “Take off your panties.”

  His sweet but commanding tone sent a shiver through her. When she reached down to grasp the lace band, Ronin’s fingers were there, helping her slide them off.

  Then he dropped to his knees.

  Amery blushed head to toe. It was far from the first time he’d been up close and personal, but she’d literally never been so bared before.

  His hands started at her hips and his thumbs swept over the smooth sheen of her mound. His fingers skated down the crease of her thigh and then up the inside edge of her slit. Ronin made that long sweeping caress several more times, not speaking, just staring.

  Just when she didn’t think she could stand another second, he said, “How can you be so pale and yet so perfect?”

  Her breath stalled when his fiery gaze met hers.

  “Spread your legs, baby. I need my mouth on you.”

  That quiet, sultry demand caused her knees to buckle and her butt hit the mattress.

  Ronin didn’t miss a beat. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed and pushed her thighs apart. Way apart.

  He covered every inch of her denuded flesh with butterfly kisses. By the time he dipped his tongue down her slit, she’d gone slick and slippery.

  “The way you taste is addictive.” And he proved it by licking, lapping, and sucking her juices. Never aggressively, but with a tender need she’d never experienced with him.

  And Roni
n didn’t threaten to bind her hands if she touched him while he went down on her. So she sifted her fingers through his thick, unruly hair. Her fingers swept over his eyebrows and cheekbones and even the shell of his ear as he worked her over with his mouth.

  His eyes were closed, but every once in a while those thick lashes would lift and she’d find him watching her, watching him.

  Sexy. Hot. Sweet.

  When he focused on her clit, the detonation against his mouth was instantaneous. Delicious. Perfect. Especially when he didn’t relent and immediately drove her up and spun her into orbit again.

  Amery could scarcely hear over the blood whooshing in her ears. She slumped back on the bed, reveling in every hard throb against his firmly sucking mouth. Every unerring flick of his tongue. Every soft smooch on her swollen flesh. She also reveled in his fingers digging into her inner thighs. Ironic that his intent to show her tenderness would leave a mark on her? No. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

  She yawned. “Now I’m tired.”

  “Sleep.”

  A kiss on her forehead. Then he tucked the covers around her. “I’ll lock up.”

  She whispered, “Thank you,” as sleep beckoned.

  “No. Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For reminding me I can lower my guard around you. For letting me be what you needed tonight.”

  Her last thought was she’d been mistaken about Ronin. He knew exactly how to be tender. He’d just needed someone to allow him to show it.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  WHEN Amery realized Molly was already on a call on the other line, she picked up the ringing receiver and answered, “Hardwick Designs.”

  “May I please speak to Amery Hardwick?”

  “This is Amery.”

  “Ms. Hardwick, this is Maggie Arnold. I’m happy to finally get in touch with you.”

  Great, another telemarketer. She’d opened her mouth to decline whatever fantastic special this woman planned to offer when she said, “I assure you this isn’t a sales call. I oversee the North American district for Okada Foods. Have you heard of us?”

  That was some kind of Asian food line if she recalled correctly. “It’s vaguely familiar.”