Schooled: The Mastered Series (11 page)

“How did I respond?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Did you ask me anything else?” He vaguely recalled her saying something about . . . his cock and her mouth.

“Like I already said, Ronin, we
are
going to the club tonight. End of discussion.”

Ronin leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “You’ve got an attitude this morning.”

“No, I’ve got work to do this morning and you’re bugging me. Go find something else to do.”

He studied his wife, looking so damn cute with her hair piled up in a messy bun. She hadn’t bothered with makeup. His gaze dipped to her breasts spilling out of the tiny camisole she wore with her favorite Juicy Couture yoga pants that made her ass look fantastic. The little wrinkle of annoyance between her eyes, the pursed set of her lips, and the pointed way she ignored him . . . it all provoked him.

Her laptop screen reflected in the window behind her, and Ronin could see she wasn’t working—she was on Facebook.

She’d rather screw around on Facebook than screw around with him?

Fuck. That.

Ronin pushed to his feet and loomed over her, bracing his hands on the back of the couch. “Turn off your computer, Amery.”

“I’m busy—”

“Now.”

“You are such a pain in the ass sometimes.” She powered down her laptop and set it on the coffee table. “Happy?”

“I will be as soon as you unplug it from the wall so I don’t trip over the damn cord again.”

She glanced up at him—intending to argue, but thought better of it. She spun around and leaned over the back of the couch, bumping into Ronin’s forearms as she yanked the cord from the wall.

Before she turned back around, Ronin took the cord from her. “Arms behind your back.”

“What are you—?”

“Do it.”

Amery rested the side of her face against the cushion and crossed her wrists above her ass.

Ronin twisted the cord around her wrists until he was satisfied she couldn’t free herself. He kept the other end of the cord attached to her laptop. He stood behind her and smiled at the position he’d placed her in—knees spread wide, ass in the air, hands bound, sassy mouth muffled by the couch cushions.

Perfect.

He spoke into her ear. “I’ll be right back.”

She muttered something.

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing. Besides you’re a jerk for using my laptop cord as bondage gear.”

Ronin smacked her ass.

She yelped and said, “What the fuck?”

“You put me in a mood, baby. So I’d watch it if I were you.” Like he couldn’t tell she loved the occasional swat on her ass. The woman actually wiggled her butt for more. So he obliged her.

She cursed him as he left the room.

He found what he was looking for in the bottom dresser drawer in their bedroom. He checked to make sure the batteries weren’t dead.

Amery tensed up when he moved in behind her.

“Why so jumpy, baby?”

“Because I don’t know what’s going on in that depraved head of yours, Master Black.”

“I thought you’d appreciate a preview of fun and bondage games before we hit the club tonight.” Ronin nestled his groin between the soft globes of her ass cheeks so she could feel how hard his cock was under his athletic shorts. He rocked his hips side to side and she immediately matched his rhythm.

“Stay still, because you wouldn’t want to jerk your hands too much and send your laptop crashing to the floor.”

“The cord is still attached?”

“Yep.” When he pressed his bare chest to her back, he growled at the feel of her bound hands digging into his abdomen. There was nothing in the world like having this woman so hot for him and writhing beneath him. He traced the outer rim of her ear with his tongue, pleased when a shudder worked through her. “Let’s see how well you can hold a charge.” He turned on the vibrator. Right next to her ear.

“Oh god, Ronin, no.”

“Oh, my sweet wife,
yes
. I’m gonna torture you a bit. I know how crazy it makes you when I do this.” He sank his teeth into the section of skin where the back of her neck met her shoulder.

Amery bucked and arched.

“Ah ah ah. None of that. You have to stay still because I do have you on a short leash today.”

“You bastard.”

He laughed. “Keep it up, sassy mouth, and I’ll add to your punishment.”

“Punishment? What the hell? I didn’t do anything!”

“Really? Making plans when I’m dead to the world and then ignoring me for fucking Facebook when I try to discuss those plans is something.”

“Crap.”

His breath drifted across the nape of her neck. “Feel free to scream and moan, but baby, you
don’t
get to move.” Ronin started out by kissing and teasing her upper back—one of the most sensitive sections of her body. He yanked down the front of her camisole and played with her nipples, amused by the arch and release of her spine when he worked both sides of her at once.

When she’d settled down, Ronin upped the stakes by turning on the vibrator. First he used it on her nipples and the lower curve of her breasts, then he rolled it between her hipbones before he set it directly over her clit.

Once again she bucked hard.

“Let it happen,” he murmured against her shoulder. “But keep your body still.”

“I can’t!”

“You can. I know you’re gonna come hard, baby. So hard.” He sucked on the back of her neck, marking her. “I feel your blood pumping. I feel your heartbeat here”—he slid the vibrator up and down her slit—“and here”—he rocked his hips against her ass—“and here”—he pinched her nipple and held it. “I want you to feel all those places pounding when you come. But I do not want you to move.”

“Ronin. Please.”

“Can you do that for me?”

After a moment she said, “Yes.”

“You are so fucking sexy.” He dragged an openmouthed kiss across the breadth of her shoulders. Then he pressed his body down to hold hers steady as he cranked the vibrator to high.

Within about ten seconds, Amery detonated. The only outward sign of her coming was her yelling, “Jesus-fuck-oh-my-fucking-god!” But she kept her body still. So still that Ronin swore he felt the deep spasms of her pussy muscles against his cock when she squeezed her butt cheeks together.

When Amery dropped her forehead to the cushion and groaned, he knew she was done in.

So was he.

He shut off the vibrator and tossed it on the couch. After he straightened her camisole, he kissed the spot behind her ear. “You did great, baby.”

“Can I move now?”

“How about if you stay put and I move so you can give me that blow job you mentioned last night?”

Amery slowly raised her head and turned to look at him. “You remember that?”

“Yep.”

She offered him a sneaky smile. “Poor baby. Tying me up always gets you so hard, doesn’t it? And add in that Master Black control-freak thing that you love to use on me and I bet it’ll take about a minute before you’re coming down my throat.”

Ronin growled and smacked her ass again. He skirted the end table and stood behind the couch. He could not take his eyes off her mouth as he dropped his shorts and took his cock in his hand.

Amery lewdly licked her lips. “Set the timer, baby, ’cause you’re going down.”

He curled his hand around the back of her neck. “No, baby, you’re going down on me. You’ve got a little give in your cord so scoot closer.”

She angled forward and ran her tongue around the head of his cock.

He hissed at that first wet lash of heat. He didn’t paint her lips with the drop of pre-come or let her tease him with tiny licks. He held her jaw open and pushed his shaft over those perfect lips and across her tongue until her mouth was full of him. There was nothing like his cock surrounded by that wet heat.

Amery closed her eyes and moaned.

The vibration traveled from the head of his cock, pressed into the back of her throat, clear down into his balls.

Keeping one hand on her neck and the other on the side of her face, Ronin started to move. Fucking in and out of that suctioning heat. Moving faster with each plunge and retreat, knowing she could take it. Knowing how much she loved it when he became a mindless beast. When his world boiled down to the hot haven of her mouth.

And goddamn if she hadn’t been right; he was about to blow.

“Look at me, baby. See what you do to me.”

Her eyes shone with possession and satisfaction as she gave him what he needed. Sucking harder when he started to come. Swallowing every hot spurt.

At some point Ronin’s head fell back and he let that dazed sensation of completion wash over him. He opened his eyes and feathered his thumb across Amery’s cheekbone as he pulled out. Slowly. Wanting to keep this connection with her as long as possible. Once the tip slipped free, he said, “Thank you.”

Amery nuzzled his hand. “I love you, Ronin. And if you really don’t want to go to the bondage club tonight—”

He put his thumb over her lips. “I want to go. I’m looking forward to it.”

***

Ronin hadn’t visited the clubs in Tokyo since before he’d been involved with Naomi. Although he’d done several kinbaku demonstrations, it’d been more performance art to titillate and shock because that’s what club-goers expected.

While Amery fretted about what club attire to wear, Ronin dressed as he always did; with comfort in mind. Black jeans, black boots, a long-sleeved black button-up shirt. He ran his hands through his damp hair, realizing he hadn’t had it cut since before he left the States and it needed a trim.

“Well, aren’t you looking every inch the black angel of death,” Amery said and then wrapped her arms around his waist. “Ninjas wear black to blend in?”

“Always.” He kissed the top of her head. “You ready to go?”

“Yep. Are we taking a car to the club?”

“It’s better to take public transport. The part of Roppongi the club is in is rougher than other areas with upscale hotels and office buildings.” He looked at her curiously. “How’d you find out about this place?”

“Google?” She shrugged. “I picked it since it seemed to be off the beaten path, which I took to mean it caters to locals. The cover charge is high so that probably keeps the tourists out.”

It appeared she’d done her research.

Amery tucked her phone in her front pocket and her ID in the opposite pocket. “You sure I won’t need money?”

He lifted a brow.

“Right. You da man. You always pay. Let’s go. I don’t want to miss anything.”

***

Their stroll from the train station to the bondage and fetish club district in Roppongi was uneventful, besides their being accosted by members of a geisha drag club to watch their show.

The pink and black sign above the door had kanji symbol for the number five—Go.

Once they were approved by the bouncer, they entered a small entryway. The woman behind the counter focused on Ronin. “Cover charge for VIP section is thirty thousand yen per couple, which includes checking two cell phones.”

Ronin removed his wallet and handed over his credit card.

She rang up the sale and slid a basket with a lid across the counter.

“What’s that for?” Amery asked.

“Our phones. No recording devices allowed.”

Her eyes searched his. “Seriously?”

“It’s fine. Actually it’s good they enforce a privacy policy.”

She dropped her phone next to his.

The clerk handed Ronin a receipt and a metal claim tag for the basket. “VIP seats are in the first two rows. Read and understand the rules before you enter the staging area. The next show begins in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.”

Ronin held the black velvet curtain open and he ducked inside behind Amery. “You sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, Ronin—it was my idea, remember?”

Something didn’t fit. Then it clicked. “Was this really your idea? Or was it Yasuji’s?”

A blush stole across her cheeks. “He mentioned I might enjoy visiting this club.”

“How the hell did
that
come up in conversation?”

“I’m your rope model, Ronin. He is your teacher. He suggested I see a rope demo from a neutral perspective. One where you’re not tying me or someone else.”

He curled his hand around her neck, holding her head in place so she couldn’t look away. “I didn’t ask him to have a conversation with you.”

“I know. I’m here out of curiosity and respect to you, Master Black.”

Ronin pressed his thumb under her chin, angling her face to kiss her. She tasted of sake, with a hint of mint. His tension drained away and his smile broke the seal of their mouths. “Then let’s take in the show.”

The space had theater-style seating on three sides around the stage. Most people were in their seats but a few milled around looking at the photos decorating the walls. The mainly Japanese crowd numbered about a hundred. Some were eccentrically attired in fetish clothing; others wore the usual club clothes.

After they settled in the front row, Amery said, “No one else paid for prime seats?”

“Some people want to be far back to get the whole scope. I’d rather be closer to watch the rope-tying technique.”

“You’ll be judging his skills?”

“Of course. The sign outside claims every demonstration is given by a
bakushi
—a kinbaku and shibari master.”

“You don’t believe the hype?”

Ronin shrugged. “Easy to say one’s a master; harder to prove.”

“So the proof is in the knots?”

He smiled at her. “For one thing. I’ll reserve my final judgment for when the demo is done.”

“Which clubs around here did you demo in?”

“None of them are in business anymore.”

“What were the women like? Professional rope models? Or rope bunnies?”

Rope bunnies. She’d definitely been talking to Yasuji. “I was a student, Amery. None of the women were memorable. I was all about refining my rope skills, not my sexual techniques.”

“Don’t get snippy.” She paused. “I have a right to ask you questions.”

“Yes, you do. But I have to know where all these questions are coming from?”

“From curiosity. From jealousy. But also from pride.”

“Explain that.”