Bound: The Mastered Series

by Lorelei James

  “I guess he’s been invited in years past but he’s never gone.”

  Emmylou jokingly beat her head on the wooden support post.

  That’s when Chaz breezed in. “Bonjour, mesdemoiselles.”

  “Chaz, you’re absolutely gonna flip when I tell you this news.”

  “The cast from Magic Mike is making a sequel and this time it’s all gay porn?”

  She rolled her eyes. “No, pervert. Amery is going to the Colorado Sports Banquet this Saturday as Ronin Black’s date.”

  “Shut. Up.”

  “I’m dead-ass serious.” Emmylou leaned forward and mock-whispered, “She had no idea it’s a big deal.”

  Chaz put his hand on his stomach. “I might actually have to sit down.”

  Amery narrowed her eyes at her overly dramatic friend. “How do you know about this event? You are the least sporty guy I know.”

  “I know about it because everyone who’s anyone in Denver goes to this event. It’s not only about sports; the event is elbow to elbow with philanthropists. This event is so exclusive the catering staff and servers are subjected to serious military-style background checks.”

  “Why have I never heard of it?”

  “Because you live under a rock?” Chaz suggested sweetly.

  Emmylou swatted him. “Be nice, because you know what Amery attending this event means . . .”

  “What does it mean?” Amery demanded.

  “Shopping trip,” they said simultaneously.

  Then Chaz said, “Girl, I’m on this. This is what I live for.”

  “This isn’t a costume party,” Emmylou drawled. “Amery needs to look classy.”

  Chaz gave Emmylou’s outfit—a floral chiffon baby doll dress, worn over ripped pink leggings, and her Doc Martens with flames on the toes—a sneering once-over. “I guess that leaves you out of the shopping excursion.”

  “I swear if you two don’t knock it off, I will buy a dress at Kmart and call it good.”

  They both gasped. “No, no, no. We’ll work together, we promise, won’t we, Emmylou, my love?”

  “Absolutely, Chaz, my turtledove,” she cooed back.

  Amery made gagging noises.

  “Wait, it’s Monday, right?” Chaz said. “You know what’s open today?”

  “Natasha’s.”

  “At the risk of being outed as ignorant again, what is Natasha’s?” Amery asked.

  “A vintage and designer clothing boutique. She owns stores in ten states and only takes the highest-quality pieces in exchange for store credit—no cash. But the kicker is, if you drop off your item here in Denver, it won’t be resold in Denver. It’ll be shipped to one of the other nine stores. And it’s only open two days a week.”

  “She moves that much merchandise?”

  “That, I’m not sure of. I do know it adds another layer of exclusivity.”

  “So it’s a Goodwill for rich people. Except with fewer store hours.”

  “Exactly.”

  Chaz didn’t recognize her sarcasm.

  “Go on.” He shooed her toward the stairs. “Since this is a fashion emergency, we’ll close up shop.”

  Emmylou said, “I’ll grab my purse and my keys.”

  • • •

  TWO hours later, Amery stared at the rack of dresses, more than a little discouraged. She must’ve tried on two dozen outfits, from funky to chic. A couple looked good, but none looked great, or gave her that wow factor she wanted.

  Emmylou and Chaz had ganged up on her with the help of Niles, the nattily dressed salesman. They brought her long dresses, short dresses, even a couple of Halston pantsuits from the 70s that were retro enough to be hip.

  Since they were convinced they knew what style suited her better than she did, Amery hadn’t checked the merchandise. But while Niles and Chaz were advising Emmylou on professional outfits, Amery snuck out of the dressing room.

  She’d been a bargain shopper all her life and immediately headed for the sales rack. Rather than sticking to her size, she checked the selection a size smaller and a size larger. Sometimes clothes were mismarked, and other times tiny adjustments fixed fitting issues.

  Her friends were overly hung up on designer labels and tended to overlook design, while Amery gravitated toward simple styles. The pieces they’d brought to her were anything but simple. One dress had feathers around the hemline. Feathers, for god’s sake. Feathers reminded her of being forced to gather eggs on her grandparents’ farm—she’d had enough flying feathers to last her a lifetime, thank you very much.

  She flipped through hangers slowly, weighing the pros and cons of each piece, while keeping an eye on the price. She spied a dress half dangling off the hanger. It was a black silk sheath, simple looking at first glance, but then she noticed the fabric overlay was threaded with silver. When she tilted the dress, it gave the illusion of movement like lightning. The beaded hem made a cool clicking sound as the clear round beads connected with the silver tube beads around the bottom edge. Although it was shorter than she normally wore, she figured the extra weight of the beads would keep the dress from riding up.

  The woman next to her eyed the dress and Amery draped it over her arm and returned to the dressing room.

  Even before she’d zipped it up she knew it was “the” dress. She didn’t care if Emmylou or Chaz didn’t like it; she felt glamorous. As if she might not embarrass herself on Ronin’s arm, because, guaranteed, the striking-looking man would turn heads in whatever he wore.

  “Amery, darling, I’ve found . . .” Chaz’s eyes raked over her.

  “Hey, could you zip me up?”

  “Where did you get this?”

  “Pawing through the sales rack.” When he continued to stare at her, she turned defensive. “I didn’t like anything I tried on and I don’t care if you don’t like this; I love it.”

  “I love it too. It’s perfect. You are a goddess in that, Amery. A goddess.” Then he yelled for Emmylou.

  She poked her head in, took one look at Amery, and said, “Holy shit.”

  “I know, right? Our little North Dakota farm girl is all fancied up for her trip to town for the annual pie-and-ice-cream social.”

  “Fuck off,” Amery said to Chaz. “I can dress myself.”

  “Oh, really? What shoes would you wear with that?” he demanded.

  “Heels.”

  He rolled his eyes. “You gotta be more specific than that.”

  “I don’t suppose you could find me a pair of silver Louboutin spike heels or black Manolo sling-backs in my size?” Amery spun and checked out her rearview. “Maybe I need something funkier. Check to see if there’s a pair of Jimmy Choo booties. Or better yet, chunky Alexander McQueen platforms or wedges would be perfect for this dress.”

  Chaz got right in her face. “How is it that a woman who professes to care nothing about fashion can rattle off the top footwear designers?”

  “I never claimed I didn’t care, as my subscriptions to a dozen fashion and beauty magazines can attest. Just because I can’t afford haute couture doesn’t mean I’m unaware of it.”

  “I feel like I don’t even know you. You never want to discuss fashion trends with me,” he said with an exaggerated pout.

  “Because then that’d be all we’d ever talk about,” she pointed out. “Besides, I’m more interested in the layout and design of the ads in those magazines because it’s my job to stay on top of advertising trends. I can’t help it if specific fashion brands make a better impression than others.”

  “But—”

  “Chaz, leave her alone,” Emmylou warned. Then she smiled at Niles brightly. “So, sugar, you fixin’ to show us some fancier shoes for our girl?”

  Amery tuned them out as they debated shoe choices. The truth was, it wouldn’t matter if she picked a pair from Payless. No one would be checking out her feet in this hot little number. Wow. She was smokin’. She couldn’t wait to see Ronin’s reaction.

  • • •

  TUESDAY night sh
e showed up at the dojo at nine when Ronin was almost finished teaching class. As much as she would’ve loved to see him in action, his “no observation” rule applied to girlfriends as well. She waited in the reception area for either Ronin or Knox to escort her to the elevator.

  Knox showed up ten minutes later. “Amery. Sorry to keep you waiting. Sensei has been detained, so I’m escorting you upstairs.”

  “But . . . Alone?” She wouldn’t feel comfortable just roaming around his place without him there.

  “He insisted. You don’t want to get me in trouble by refusing a direct order, do you?”

  “I suppose blindly following orders is why you’re Master Black’s second-in-command ninja badass, huh, Shihan?”

  Knox grinned. “It helps.”

  They didn’t make small talk as they rode the elevator to the fifth floor. She expected he’d put her in the next elevator and then leave. But he swiped the card and punched in the code for the roof.

  When Amery gave him a challenging look, he smiled again. “I know about it because I’m his second-in-command ninja badass. But that doesn’t mean he lets me wander around up there by myself as he’s allowing you to. He’s a very private man for a reason.” Don’t fuck that up for him went unsaid.

  The doors slid open. She faced Knox before they closed again. “Thank you. I promise not to run off with the silverware.”

  The stress of her day vanished when she entered the garden. She wandered through the tree canopy, running her hands along the smooth bark. The garden designer had created a bonsai look with the trees without all the years it took to groom a tree to that size. Pots of flowers were tucked between the trees and ringed the perimeter. She loved the riot of colored blooms, from azalea bushes to bird-of-paradise and anthurium. How often did he have to replace these plants that weren’t native to this area? She paused at the sand garden and looked at the zigzag pattern. Different than the last time she’d been up here. What had Ronin been thinking when he’d drawn that pattern?

  Amery stretched out on a chaise and stared at the purple twilight sky. A breeze stirred, bringing the sun-warmed scent of petunias.

  Time truly lost all meaning when she was nestled in Ronin’s rooftop paradise. Closing her eyes, she let herself drift into that place as relaxing as savasana.

  Even in that dreamy state, she sensed his presence. She smiled without opening her eyes. “How long have you been standing there?”

  “Long enough to plan what I intend to do to you first.”

  Amery didn’t bother dressing to impress when she came to Ronin. She wore yoga pants, no underwear, and an athletic tank top—all clothes that could be easily stripped away. Just hearing him say he had plans for her made her wet with anticipation. Made her arch and purr because he was about to pet and stroke her until she yowled.

  “Did you get the test results today?” he asked.

  “Yes. I’m clean. You?”

  “Clean. So I plan to get very, very dirty with you tonight. Take off your pants.”

  She did as he bade and waited for further instruction.

  “Lower the chaise completely and remove your shirt for me.”

  Her blood began to pump faster as soon as she was naked. But she didn’t feel bare, or exposed, just anxious for his touch.

  “Your skin glows. You like being out here, naked in my garden, waiting for me, knowing I’m as drawn to you as the bees are drawn to the brightest, sweetest blooms.”

  Hearing the scrape of his bare feet across the cement as he erased the distance between them, Amery felt her stomach pitch.

  “I can smell that honey you’re making just for me. A full bouquet that’s sweet and creamy on my tongue.”

  How could just his words turn her on this much? She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together.

  “No cheating. I will take you there.”

  She opened her eyes. Ronin was less than a foot away, and his eyes were molten. Hungry. Assessing. He still wore his gi.

  He touched her then. A single fingertip down the center of her body, from the hollow of her throat to the rise of her pubic bone. “Yes, I came here straight from class because I couldn’t stay away from you another moment.”

  “Ronin—”

  He placed his fingers over her mouth. “Do you trust me?”

  She nodded.

  “Drop your hands to the ground. Palms flat, press the inside of your arms against the support posts of the chaise.”

  Amery had to scoot down to stretch out her shoulders.

  “Good. Now stay still.” Ronin dropped to his knees. His hard-skinned hands caressed her forearm, from the bend in her elbow to her wrist. Goose bumps spread across the right side of her body from that simple touch.

  The long strings from the chaise cushions tickled as he untied them. Then she felt the ties crisscrossing her forearm as he tied her to the support post. It didn’t hurt, but she couldn’t move. Then he switched sides and secured her other arm. His hands followed the length of her arms up to her shoulders and down to her breasts.

  “You okay? Not cutting into you?”

  “Not unless I move.”

  Ronin stood and straddled the chair. “Then you’d better hold still, hadn’t you?”

  “What do you plan to do to me?”

  He drew lazy circles around her nipples. “Anything I want.”

  Amery’s mouth dried at seeing the heat in his eyes.

  More lazy circles. “Does that scare you?” He leaned forward and curled his tongue around her nipple. “Or excite you?”

  Her nipple puckered into a rigid point. She wanted more of his touch, his mouth, more of him.

  “Answer me,” he said in that velvet rasp, sending his warm breath across the nipple he’d wet with his mouth.

  “It excites me.” She felt him smile against the lower curve of her breast.

  He suckled her nipples long enough to make her squirm and arch up. Then he pushed upright.

  Amery watched as he unknotted the embroidered black belt he wore with his gi. When he snapped the ends together, a loud pop echoed.

  “I want my mouth on you. I want to lick and suck your pussy until your honey pours down my throat. I don’t want to miss a single, fucking drop.” Ronin dragged his middle finger up her slit and popped the digit into his mouth. “Mmm. But with the way you wiggle . . .” He snapped the belt together again. “I’d better make sure you can’t get away from me.” He pushed the bottom of the cushion up so it raised her pelvis. Then he placed her heels on the edge of the chair, which in turn spread her knees wide. “Such a pretty, wet cunt.”

  Whenever Ronin said such blatantly sexual things, she blushed from the roots of her hair to her toenails. He looped his belt beneath the underside of the chair and brought the ends up to tie a knot directly over her belly button.

  With the cushion lodged under her butt, her midsection secured, and her arms immobilized, Amery was completely at his mercy.

  “Every part of you is mine to touch.” He put his mouth on the inside of her knee and sucked. “Mine to taste.” He swept his fingers alongside the edge of his belt tying her to the chair. “Mine to tease.”

  When he settled himself on the end of the chaise, Amery knew why he’d pushed up the cushion; it put her pussy at his mouth level. A wave of want nearly swamped her.

  “You’re always speaking of balance. Let’s see if you can keep your balance when I’m doing this.” He licked her from the opening of her pussy to her clit.

  She tried to arch up to meet his mouth, but if she moved her lower half, her heels slid off the chair.

  His mean little chuckle was unnecessary.

  “Did you think of me today, Amery?”

  “Yes.”

  “When you thought of me did you imagine my tongue licking you from the inside out? Like this?” He burrowed his tongue into her channel.

  She released a long moan.

  When he came up for air, he eased back and nibbled the inside of her thighs until her legs quivered. Hi
s hands skated up the tops of her legs, pausing to squeeze her hips, and up farther yet to span her rib cage. “Breathe. If you pass out I might get a swelled head that I made you come so hard you lost consciousness.”

  Amery sucked in a deep, slow breath.

  While she did that Ronin licked her clit. Then softly kissed her intimate flesh. A tender swirl of his tongue followed by gentle sucking. Kissing and exploring her pussy in the same unyielding way as when he first kissed her mouth.

  And she got that same dizzying sensation—except it seemed more acute. She didn’t have to push and move to get to that sweet spot where she unraveled; she knew it was coming. The buzz started behind her tailbone and spread upward. Making her belly muscles quiver, her nipples hard. She didn’t stiffen up; she just let Ronin coax her to the detonation point. She hovered on the brink as he lit the match.

  The wait for the explosion was sweet torture. But when that first shock wave hit, Amery might’ve actually screamed. Then another one blasted her. And another. And each subsequent pulse built on the last one and the skill of Ronin’s mouth.

  After the waves ebbed, she found herself blinking at the dark sky, wondering if she was still being tossed about in that spinning vortex. Her gaze fell on the dark head between her legs.

  Their eyes met. Ronin murmured, “Again,” and slipped two fingers in her drenched pussy. Those fingers expertly stroked her to another shuddering orgasm so quickly she did cry out. She’d never been so in tune with every nuance of her body’s response—even with her inability to move. Maybe it was because she couldn’t move and she’d given control of her pleasure to him. She didn’t have to think; just feel.

  Her thoughts scattered again when his hands were stroking her belly and a hot mouth brushed her breast. Then she was looking into that sigh-worthy face.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Every inch of you.”