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  “Oni Yuri, give me another chance to please you,” he said, holding her tighter as he bent forward and pressed a kiss against the soft swell of her belly.

  “You want another chance?” she asked, her breath coming faster as she placed her hands over his and squeezed, urging him to press his fingertips even deeper into her flesh.

  She liked it when he was a little rough. It had been hard as hell to get used to at first. He’d been so sure he would hurt her if he let himself get carried away. He was a foot taller and had more than a hundred pounds on Summer. He hadn’t been optimistic about his ability to keep rough from getting too rough.

  But she’d taught him how to dance the edge between pleasure and pain. In their years together he’d learned exactly how hard to squeeze, how much to bite and when she preferred real, stinging smacks on her ass to just a little slap and tickle. It had been over a year since they’d played that edge together, but Aidan knew he still remembered what she liked and he was ready and willing to give it to her.

  He didn’t even bother answering her question with words, but got straight down to the business of showing her how much he wanted her, every delightfully kinky inch.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as he urged her legs further apart and moved his lips to the inside of her thighs, slowly kissing up toward her pussy.

  “What does it feel like I’m doing?” he asked, his breath hot against her skin.

  “It feels— oh god.” She moaned as he opened his mouth and suckled the sensitive skin into his mouth, pulling on her flesh until her breath began to hitch, a telltale sign that pleasure was edging toward pain.

  Then he moved to her other thigh, kissing and nibbling, biting and licking away the sting until he could smell her beginning to get hotter, wetter. He groaned as the scent of her swirled around him. It had been far too long since he’d tasted her. He couldn’t wait to have his tongue buried in her cunt, lapping at her cream. But he didn’t want to rush, didn’t want to take away from her pleasure by taking her to completion too quickly.

  Slow down, man. Remember, you’ve got all night.

  His own breath coming faster, Aidan opened his mouth and bit down, ever so gently, teasing her with the feel of his teeth gliding over her clit through the thin fabric of her panties.

  “Aidan,” she moaned, bracing her hands on his head and threading her fingers through his short hair. He could feel those red nails of hers scratching against his scalp and it made his cock twitch desperately inside his jeans.

  Groaning as the pressure in his balls began to move toward the aching point, Aidan bit down again, this time trapping the nub of her clit between his teeth. He nibbled at her with gentle, pulsing insistence, his breath coming in hot puffs against her skin. He struggled to keep the pressure light even when Summer thrust her hips forward, pressing his face into her newly bare mound.

  But it was hard, insanely hard. She smelled so good, felt so amazing. It was all he could do not to rip off those panties and get to work making her come. He wanted his tongue playing through her folds, dipping into the well of her heat, getting lost in the fresh, salty, fruity taste of her.

  Summer’s pussy was by far the sweetest place his mouth had ever ventured and the temptation swiftly proved too much for Aidan to resist.

  “Wait, stop,” Summer said, her nails digging into the skin at the back of his neck as he pulled aside the scrap of fabric covering her sex and let his tongue lap her slit, just once.

  But once was all it took. He could taste her heat, feel how wet she was, how firm and swollen her clit had become. She was ripe and ready for him and he couldn’t wait another second to have her pussy completely at his mercy.

  With a growl, he lifted her in his arms and pushed her back onto the futon. He stripped her of her panties in seconds and fell between her legs, spreading her thighs wide with his hands behind her knees. The damn boots she still had on only made it harder to slow his pace as he lowered his mouth to her sex.

  Who knew a pair of shoes could work such magic on a man?

  She had, evidently. Summer had clearly known this outfit would drive him to the brink and Aidan vowed to show her how much he appreciated her effort.

  “God damn.” He moaned as he captured her buttocks in his hands and lifted, exposing her even more fully to his inspection. He’d always loved the strangely soft black hair that surrounded her sex, would never have asked her to shave, but he couldn’t deny that seeing her completely bare was shockingly erotic.

  The lips of her pussy were dark pink, swollen and plump like some exotic fruit past ready for the plucking. Her cunt was already dripping, the evidence of her desire running down her thighs. Her well was filled with clear, milky fluid and Aidan couldn’t resist dipping his tongue inside, tasting the most intimate flavor of this woman who had always affected him unlike any other.

  “Aidan, stop. God, I hate to say it, but you’ve got to stop.” She pushed at his hands, and wriggled her hips free of his grip.

  Her struggles only made him hold her tighter. There was no way she was going to convince him to stop now, not when the bud of her clit strained toward his mouth, practically begging him to lick, suckle and bite. He was going to make her come—hard, screaming and digging her nails into his skin.

  Then they could talk about what she wanted to happen next.

  “Aidan, I mean it.”

  “Stop moving,” he ordered, then he opened his mouth and captured her clit. Immediately he began to suck her, pulling with deep, firm suction even as his tongue stabbed in and out of her entry. She cried out and churned her legs on either side of his head, but he subdued her easily, forcing her legs to open even wider as he pinned her knees to the bed.

  “If you make me come like this, you’re going to have to pay the price,” she panted, still twisting beneath him, though he could feel her resolve starting to weaken. She wasn’t fighting nearly as hard and had even started to buck into his mouth with shallow little thrusts of her hips.

  “Whatever you say, Omi Yami,” he said, intensifying his efforts,

  “Oni Yuri,” she said, arching her back with such force that her kimono gaped open.

  Aidan rolled his eyes up to see her tight, dusky nipples reaching toward the ceiling, see her hands fisted in the red fabric at her sides, and knew it wouldn’t be much longer. He moaned his appreciation for her abandon against her clit, increased the speed of his thrusts into her cunt, and let one finger slide up to tease the puckered ring of her ass. She cried out as he breached her rear entry with his middle finger, but he barely had time to thrust once, twice, inside her before she was coming—with indescribable magnificence.

  “Yes, baby, yes,” Aidan mumbled against her pussy, lapping at the cream that flowed from her body. He could actually see her inner petals trembling as she found release, feel the violent contraction of her inner walls against the finger buried deep inside her.

  “Aidan, god,” she moaned, blood red nails raking down his shoulders with enough force to draw real blood.

  Aidan groaned as the stinging grooves filled with warm fluid, shocked to find that the pain turned him on even more. After being this close to her, tasting her, watching her come, he was already a wreck. He couldn’t ever remember being this hard. Every inch of him ached to be inside her with a ferocity that almost scared him. Add the strange eroticism of her scratch marks on his shoulders and he was done for.

  He ripped at the close of his pants, fumbling with the button fly as he struggled to free his cock. He needed to be inside her ten minutes ago and his hands actually trembled as he pulled himself through the opening in his boxer briefs and prepared to guide his aching length into the sweet heat of her pussy. She was still coming down from her first orgasm and he knew once he was inside her, he could easily take her to those same heights again.

  “I want to feel you come again, on my cock,” he mumbled against her lips as he lengthened over her, already parting her slick folds and positioning the head of his erection at
her entrance.

  “Not so fast, my friend,” she panted against his lips as her fingers reached down and captured his cock with a force that wasn’t exactly pleasurable.

  But it wasn’t exactly painful either and that’s why Aidan hesitated, why he made the mistake of holding off on thrusting forward until he saw exactly what she had in mind.

  “Now you have to pay the price, remember?” Faster than he could say “blue balls”, she was out from under him, rolling to her feet and tightening the belt on her robe. He sat up and reached for her, but she stopped him with a size six stiletto boot in the center of his chest.

  “Shit,” he grunted, stopping his forward movement. The damn thing hurt like a son of a bitch.

  Still, with her leg raised like that, he had a killer view of her bare pussy, still swollen and glistening from the force of her release. For a second Aidan warred with himself. Maybe being impaled on Summer’s shoe would be worth it if he could just get his hands on her, could just convince her to slide all that slick heat down over his aching cock.

  “Now we play my way.” She pushed with her foot until he was forced to lay back on the bed or learn exactly what it would feel like to have the sharp heel of her shoe poke through a few of his ribs. “Oni Yuri’s way.”

  Aidan looked up at the woman who stood at the end of the bed, looking like a very dangerous wet dream, and suddenly wondered what the hell he’d gotten himself into.

  Chapter Three

  “Okay, fine, whatever you want just—”

  “No talking. You’re going to have to earn the right to talk,” Summer said, strutting over to the sound system and punching a few buttons. Her body still hummed from the force of her orgasm and she felt wildly, fantastically alive. Time for something a little more hardcore than sitar classics. “Now get undressed.”

  She didn’t even look over her shoulder to make sure he was doing as she commanded, she could already hear the slight rustling of his clothes. Even if she couldn’t, she was suddenly very, very sure of herself. She’d seen how desperate he was to fuck her. His cock was insanely hard. The man was practically purple, several shades darker than the gray boxer briefs he was wearing.

  Summer had to suppress a grin at the thought. Poor Aidan, he had no idea what he’d gotten himself into. She just hoped she would be able to dance the line with him as well as he had always danced it with her. She was going to have to be careful to only tease, not torment. Considering how rampantly ready he was, she might even have to speed up the pace of her plans a bit.

  After all, she loved the man and only wanted to drive him mad with lust, not truly push the limits of his sanity.

  “Are you laughing?”

  “Are you talking without permission? I think that earns you a punishment.” Summer slipped in a new CD and forced away the last of her giggles.

  This was never going to work if she was giggling like an idiot. Oni Yuri didn’t giggle. She didn’t find her work funny in the slightest. She found domination seductive, erotically intoxicating. It gave her a rush to be in a position of power, of ultimate control. If Aidan would allow her to have that rush, she would reward him beyond his wildest imaginings.

  If he couldn’t play by the rules, however, there were punishments to be passed out as well…

  As the pulsing beat of her new music began to fill the air, Summer walked over to the large wicker basket in the corner of the room. Most days of the year, this very same basket served to hold her and Aidan’s dirty laundry—dirty whites specifically since she had a larger one for the darks. But that was the function it served for Summer, a woman who presorted her laundry and other such mundane daily activities.

  For Oni Yuri, this basket was where she kept the instruments of her greatest pleasure, the restraints that would enable her lover to achieve the ultimate freedom of pure, orgasmic bliss.

  “Is that what I think it is?” Aidan asked, his voice still husky with need, but edged with a hint of caution.

  “You’re talking again, my love. Let me assure you that you only delay your satisfaction every time you disobey Lady Tigerlily,” Summer said, her voice sounding almost foreign to her ears.

  Her pretend name didn’t sound silly anymore, it didn’t make her feel shy or embarrassed, it made her feel nothing but pure, magical excitement. She was coming into her role, enough for it to feel completely natural to pull one length of hemp rope from the basket with slow sensuous movements. Keeping eye contact with Aidan, she twined the rope around her own shoulders and down between her breasts. The portion that hung past her waist she tucked between her legs. Then she squeezed her thighs, letting it show on her face how very nice it felt to have the rope rubbing against her engorged clit.

  “God.” Aidan swallowed hard as his eyes darted from her face to her crotch and back again. “You want me to tie you up?”

  “Not quite,” Summer said with a slow smile, deciding to let him get away with talking for the time being.

  Aidan was one of the chattiest men she’d ever met, a far stretch from the strong, silent type. It was one of the things she loved about him and probably one of the reasons she’d decided he should remain silent during the actual tying of the Takate Kote. She knew it was going to be hard as hell for him to obey that rule and would give her all the excuse she needed to draw out his climb to ecstasy.

  “That’s a very wicked grin on your face, Lady Tigerlily,” he said, the name not sounding strange on his lips anymore either.

  He was really ready to play, to abandon himself to the experience. She could see it in every eager line of his body. His eyes still held a hint of wariness, but that was to be expected and even added to the game. Oni Yuri enjoyed breaking in a new lover, showing them the joy to be found in abandoning control to the one who would tie them, restrain them, force them to expose every inch of their body and soul to a kind of raw pleasure they had never known before. There was nothing like that first time, nothing like the anticipation of leading another into the erotic unknown.

  “First we will have a lesson. If you show you are willing to learn the lesson, willing to obey your Lady, then you will have a reward,” she said, slowly approaching the bed. As she walked, she untied her kimono and let it fall to the floor until she stood before him naked but for her boots and the rope around her shoulders.

  “Okay,” Aidan nodded, his hands fisted at his sides, obviously making an effort to keep them to himself.

  He sat completely nude on the side of the bed and it was harder than Summer had thought it would be for her to resist closing the distance between them. He was magnificent, every inch of his body strong and lean and perfectly proportioned with the rest. She’d never thought she’d fall for the big and brawny type, but the sexual charge between her and Aidan had burned hot and fierce since the moment they met. He’d come into the shop researching gang tattoos for a case he was working and left with her phone number.

  They’d been naked, in bed, fucking like there wasn’t going to be a tomorrow less than four hours later.

  “How do you feel? Here?” she asked, lifting her foot between his legs and giving his swollen balls a gentle nudge with the toe of her boot.

  “I’ve been better.” He groaned and actually winced. God, she didn’t know if he was going to make it at this rate, especially considering she was far from an expert in Shibari.

  She’d been studying the ancient art of Japanese rope bondage for a few months, but most everything she’d learned had been from reading books and alternative websites. Sure, she’d practiced tying the Takate Kote, the traditional box tie, on one of the pose-able mannequins her friend Kara had at her clothing store, but that wasn’t like the real thing. Hell, she didn’t even know if she’d cut her hemp rope to the right length. The books said seven meters, but to try eight meters if you were tying a Westerner because of their larger body types. But then, most of the people being tied were women, not six-foot-two, nearly three-hundred-pound men.

  Summer had ended up cutting the ropes into e
leven-meter strips, figuring it would be better to have too much rather than too little. The practice runs had gone very smoothly, but she wasn’t certain that she would be able to get the ropes positioned correctly if she were in a rush. Better to let Aidan take a little of the edge off before she got started.

  “You may kneel on the floor,” Summer said, the perfect erotic “lesson” arising in her mind.

  “May I use a pillow, Oni Yuri?” he asked, already climbing off the bed and onto the floor. The man was eager, crazy eager, and it made things low in Summer’s body clench with excitement and her heart practically leap out of her chest.

  To think she’d been worried that he wasn’t as interested in her sexually as he’d once been. It had obviously been her own insecurities playing tricks on her if his reaction tonight were anything to judge by. The wild enthusiasm with which he’d devoured her pussy had left her breathless, and the way he looked at her right now, with such raw desire, was enough to make her want to forget ropes and just wrestle him onto the bed and ride his cock into the wee hours of the morning. He loved her, he desired her and he was willing to do whatever it took to get his cock in her pussy, even call her Lady Tigerlily and obey her slightest command.

  But would he really let her tie him, let her guide their lovemaking completely until he found release at her leisure? A part of her was dying to know and it was that part that answered Aidan.

  “You may use a pillow under your knees,” she said. He had an old knee injury and she didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, at least not that kind of uncomfortable. “But you may not touch me with any part of your body other than those that I expressly allow and you must be prepared to stop or start at my command.”

  “Okay. Stop or start what?” he asked, swallowing hard as she knelt in front of him, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body against her chest. Her nipples tightened into twin aching points and she indulged the urge to slide the rough rope slowly back and forth across her breasts. Desire zinged down between her legs with each stroke, tightening the knot fisting in her womb and making her pussy as wet as it had been before Aidan had devoured her a few minutes before.