dollars in cash if she got pregnant in the next three months. Rather than being offended that he tried to buy her off, she’d teased the manipulative man that her womb wasn’t for sale.
Since the party was still going strong, they were able to leave without any fanfare or guilt.
In their bedroom Ronin stripped and fell into bed.
By the time Amery finished removing her makeup, her husband seemed dead to the world. “Ronin?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Are you awake?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I know we didn’t get a chance to talk about this today, but I’ve decided where we’re going for the ‘anything I want’ night out you promised me.”
Ronin didn’t respond.
She poked him. “Are you listening to me?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Wait a second. Did he just snore? “Ronin?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Baby, spread your legs,” she cooed. “I want your cock in my mouth. Or are you too tired?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
She withheld a snort. The man had to be sleeping. He never turned down a blow job.
Feeling ornery, she propped her head on his chest. “For starters tomorrow night, we’re going to a bondage club.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“And I may have a teensy surprise for you when I’m there. So don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”
Chapter Eight
“When exactly did I agree to go to a bondage club?” Ronin demanded the next morning.
“Last night.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Did you ask me when I was sleeping?”
Amery looked up from her laptop. “First of all, I didn’t need to ask , since you promised me you’d do whatever I wanted for one night in Tokyo. So I chose. I was merely informing you of my choice.”
“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
Since the party was still going strong, they were able to leave without any fanfare or guilt.
In their bedroom Ronin stripped and fell into bed.
By the time Amery finished removing her makeup, her husband seemed dead to the world. “Ronin?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Are you awake?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I know we didn’t get a chance to talk about this today, but I’ve decided where we’re going for the ‘anything I want’ night out you promised me.”
Ronin didn’t respond.
She poked him. “Are you listening to me?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Wait a second. Did he just snore? “Ronin?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Baby, spread your legs,” she cooed. “I want your cock in my mouth. Or are you too tired?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
She withheld a snort. The man had to be sleeping. He never turned down a blow job.
Feeling ornery, she propped her head on his chest. “For starters tomorrow night, we’re going to a bondage club.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“And I may have a teensy surprise for you when I’m there. So don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”
Chapter Eight
“When exactly did I agree to go to a bondage club?” Ronin demanded the next morning.
“Last night.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Did you ask me when I was sleeping?”
Amery looked up from her laptop. “First of all, I didn’t need to ask , since you promised me you’d do whatever I wanted for one night in Tokyo. So I chose. I was merely informing you of my choice.”
“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
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