Bound (Mastered 1)

But that wasn’t the game plan that night.

She was still floating in that happy place when a familiar buzz yanked her out of subspace.

“Very sweet and thoughtful of you to offer up your toy for my use. But the better choice is for me to use it on you.”

What? No. What the hell was he thinking?

Before she opened her mouth to protest, he placed the buzzing head of her massager directly on her clit.

Amery gasped, trying to shift her hips away, but he’d locked her down completely.

“How fast does this get you off?”

Now she wished he had gagged her so she wouldn’t have to answer.

“I’m waiting.”

Shit. “Two minutes.” Tops. Sometimes it took under a minute. Not that she’d admit it to him. Ever.

“Where’s the fun in that? Or the challenge? I like taking my time. As you well know. Slow and steady wins the race.”

“Are you seriously spouting lines from the freakin’ ‘Tortoise and the Hare’ at me?”

“I thought it appropriate, given the circumstances. Given the fact that you also have a rabbit vibrator in your collection of toys. Would you prefer me to use it instead?”

“Don’t you dare torture me with my own vibrators, Ronin Black.”

“Or what?” When he nestled the buzzing vibrator head at the top of her cleft, her soft tissues got all tingly. “You’re short on options. The way I see it, you’ve got two choices. You can stay here and take it.” He dragged his mouth across her skin, employing those openmouthed kisses that made her buck and moan. “Or you can stay here and take it.”

Cocky bastard.

“So what’ll it be?”

“I can take it.”

Ronin began drawing buzzing circles around her clit. “You sure?”

“If you’d hold it there longer than three seconds, I guess you’d find out.”

His chuckle tickled her ear. “Acting a bit bossy for a woman wearing my ropes.”

“You’re acting a bit threatened by a vibrating piece of silicone and plastic.”

While he held her vibrator directly over her clitoris, his mouth found all the hot spots down her neck and across her shoulders that made her writhe and moan. Then he sucked and tongued them unremittingly.

“Ronin.”

“Stop thinking. Let go. Give it to me.”

Give it to me. Bound by him, he reminded her that her pleasure belonged to him.

Then the man bombarded her senses until bam! she was slammed into that white void. Mouth gasping, pu**y throbbing. Coming so hard she felt it in her teeth, her toenails—even her earlobes prickled.

She’d stretch out and purr like a contented cat . . . if she could move. It wasn’t lost on her that if Ronin could reach her clit with the vibrator, then he’d tied her up so he could f**k her. He didn’t always bind her with sex in mind. But whenever he did, she relearned the meaning of the word unravel.

“I timed you,” he said. “Three minutes. Next time I make you come it will take longer. But there’s a catch.” His deep voice sent a hot curl of want straight to her core. “Come out of that shell and beg me to f**k you, turtle girl.”

Yes. Please, please, please.

No. Show some restraint. He’ll reduce you to a whore.

Amery gritted her teeth against the judgmental voices that had ruled her since childhood.

No. He’s not reducing me to anything. He’s empowering me to ask for what I want.

“I don’t hear you begging. Do you want me to leave the room and give you some time to think about it?”

“Ronin. Please.”

“You want it.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear. “Ask me. Beg me. Plead with me. Prove to me you can. Just say the words I need to hear, Amery.”

The seductive tone, the fleeting touch of his lips on her skin, that overwhelming want . . . finally it all came together to drop-kick those annoying voices right out of her head. She blurted, “Fuck me. Right now. Fuck me into an orgasmic stupor. Fuck me until I can’t walk.” But the part of her that liked to taunt him added, “If you think you’re up for it. Or are you waiting because you fear a . . . jackrabbit finish?”

A growling noise reverberated against her neck one second, and the next Ronin was braced above her, shoving his c**k into her so forcefully he rocked the coffee table.

Between his hard-driving thrusts into her primed body, neither one of them hit the three-minute mark before they both exploded.

As soon as Ronin caught his breath, he said, “You still with me?”

“Barely.”

After he climbed off, he crouched in front of her and ran his knuckle across her cheek. “Ropes off?”

“Yes, please.”

It amazed her how quickly he released the bindings, since he hadn’t rushed getting them in place.

Ronin picked her up, arms still bound, and carried her to bed.

After his full-body inspection, he held her face in his hands and took her mouth in one of those heart-melting, knee-knocking, sigh-worthy kisses that she never wanted to end. She snuggled against his body after he released her. “So that configuration was called the tortured tortoise?”

“Tethered turtle,” he corrected.

“Same thing,” she retorted. “I take it you’ve done that pattern before?”

“Never on you.” Ronin kissed the pink marks on her wrists. “You were amazing. You looked gorgeous. I wish you’d let me . . .”