“You wallowed in sugar; I wallowed in pain. Why exactly was it we weren’t wallowing together?”
“Oh, a little thing about you neglecting to show me your ropes before you tied me up in them.”
His arms tightened around her. “What now? I’ve got you locked down. Without ropes.”
“Well, I have a weird question we didn’t talk about last night.”
“Which is?”
“Does it always have to be kinky between us?”
Ronin rolled her to face him. “What do you mean?”
She tried not to fidget under his sharp stare. “Will you need to tie me up every time in order to get off?”
His eyes narrowed.
“Oh, don’t try and scare me with that sensei glare.”
“I haven’t even begun to scare you.”
“I’m serious, Ronin.”
“So am I.”
Somehow Amery got the drop on him and was striding into the living room before he could grab her.
He spun her around. “What the hell? You just walk away in the middle of a conversation?”
“I asked you a question and you hedged. Normally that’s not a big deal because you do it all the freakin’ time. Last night I listened to you and I have a better grasp on this part of you. So I deserve a straight answer on whether we can ever have sex without the bondage stuff.”
Ronin stared at her so long she geared herself up for another non-answer. But he curled his hand around her face. “It doesn’t always have to be that way. And you must be aware of that, since it hasn’t always been that way between us.”
“Bondage of some sort has played a role in most of our sexual encounters.”
“I suppose maybe it has.” This being Ronin, he didn’t offer an explanation or an excuse for it. He jerked her body against his. “Understand one thing. I don’t always need ropes or ties, but I am always in charge. That’s one thing that won’t ever change. And I intend to prove it every chance I get.”
That declaration in his sleep-roughened voice made her tingle everywhere.
“You got that?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Lose the bra.”
Amery unhooked it and tossed it aside.
“And the panties.”
She shimmied the black silk down her legs. Completely bared to him, she wondered what sexual treat he had planned first thing.
“Now let’s have some breakfast.”
“But I’m naked!”
“So you are. Looks like I’ll be frying the bacon.”
“Ronin.” She placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. “Aren’t you supposed to be proving that you don’t need kink all the time?”
“That only applies to the sexual side of our relationship. Besides, eating breakfast in the buff isn’t kinky.”
“It is for me!”
“You’ll get used to it.” Then he sauntered into the kitchen.
• • •
TWO hours later they were lounging by the pool.
Ronin said, “What would you like to do today?”
Amery cracked a lid open. “Besides this? Nothing.”
“Nothing? Not one thing?”
“We could roll around in your big bed. Get ourselves hot, sweaty, and sticky and then jump back into the pool.”
“You have a thing for my pool.”
“No, I have a thing for you. The pool is just a bonus.” She looked at him over the top of her sunglasses. “You up for a tumble?”
“Actually I wanted to talk to you about that.” Ronin reached for her hand. “Since you’ve agreed to let me bind you, I’d like the first time to be a little more formal.”
Her belly made a slow roll. “Can you explain that?”
“I want you in the right headspace from the start. And knowing that you’re in my practice room, waiting for me, will put me in the right frame of mind too.”
“Okay. But what does that have to do with us taking a tumble right now?” She paused. “Oh. Do you want to tie me up right now?”
“No. But as much as I want to build the anticipation of the binding, I’d like to build the anticipation of the sex after the binding, by abstaining from it.”
“You’re serious.”
He kissed her knuckles. “Completely. It isn’t like I expect to hold off for a week, just until tomorrow night. Can you be here at nine?”
Amery smiled. “Looking forward to it.”
“Perfect. I’ll leave instructions for you in the room.”
Instructions. That did sound formal.
“Would you like a peek in the practice room?”
She’d wondered if he’d offer. “No. I’d rather it retain some mystery.”
“Good point.”
“Besides, the room is for you, not for me.”
“Another good point. But I promise we’ll both enjoy it.”
She didn’t doubt that for a second. “So now that I know sex is off the table for today . . .” She stood and whipped off her bikini top, then ditched her bottoms. She threw a grin at him from the edge of the pool. “Let’s swim naked.”
“You are getting bolder.” He shed his swim trunks and moved in behind her.
“Yes, I am. And I’m blaming it on you.” Then she wrapped herself around him and tipped them both into the deep end.