Yvonne took Ruby’s chin in her fingers and tipped Ruby’s face up to hers. Before Ruby could take a breath, Yvonne’s lips were on hers in a deep, demanding kiss.
Ruby crumbled.
Chapter 8
Ruby closed her eyes, her lips and body crushing back against Yvonne’s. She clung to Yvonne’s dress, holding onto her while pulling her closer, overcome by the woman’s relentless kiss. If she’d had any doubt that Yvonne wanted her, it was gone now.
Their lips still locked, Yvonne pushed her way into the room, backing Ruby against the bed. Ruby fell upon it, taking Yvonne down with her.
Yvonne straightened up, staring down at Ruby, her eyes blazing with hunger. “The other night,” she said, her voice firm and low. “In my playroom. Everything you did, everything you said. It wasn’t an act.”
“No,” Ruby replied. “It wasn’t.”
She sat up, reaching for Yvonne, wanting to pull her in and kiss her again. But Yvonne pushed Ruby’s shoulders back down to the bed, holding her there with the light pressure of her hand.
“What you did that night. Trying to seduce me. Trying to get me to give you what you want. It was unacceptable.” She dragged her hand down Ruby’s cheek and the side of her neck. “You need to understand what I expect from my submissive.”
Her submissive. The idea made Ruby just as hot as Yvonne’s kiss.
“You were right about one thing,” Yvonne said. “About what I want. Power. Control, complete and unfettered.”
She drew her hand down the center of Ruby’s chest, all the way to her lower stomach. A flood of desire went through her. Yvonne snaked her hand up underneath Ruby’s shirt, sliding it up to Ruby’s bare chest.
“But I don’t just want someone who will hand me control. What I need is someone who will surrender to me completely.”
“I understand,” Ruby whispered.
“I don’t think you do. You want someone who will fulfill your desires, all those wicked little fantasies in your head.” Yvonne skimmed her fingers over Ruby’s breasts. “You want someone who will serve your needs.”
Ruby let out a shuddering breath. Her nipples were already hard peaks.
“Is that what you want?” Yvonne dipped down, her lips caressing Ruby’s ear. “Or do you want a Mistress to serve?”
Ruby trembled. “I want to serve you.”
“Then you need to understand what it is you’ll be giving me. You will be mine to command. Your mind. Your body.” Yvonne rolled her fingertips over Ruby’s nipple. “Your pleasure.”
Ruby let out a sharp breath. Yvonne pinched Ruby’s nipple gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Her chest hitched, her hands splaying on the bed beneath at either side of her.
“Is that what you want?” Yvonne asked.
“Yes,” Ruby said softly.
Yvonne’s other hand crept down Ruby’s stomach, lower and lower until she reached the peak of Ruby’s thighs. Ruby parted her legs reflexively as Yvonne traced her fingers over Ruby’s lower lips through her panties. Ruby exhaled softly.
“Then I’ll show you,” Yvonne said. “I’ll teach you.”
“Yes,” Ruby murmured.
Yvonne drew her hand back up, slipping it inside Ruby’s panties. She pushed her finger into Ruby’s slit, stroking gently. “You will exist to serve me. Not the other way around.”
Pleasure lanced through Ruby’s body. “Yes.”
Yvonne circled Ruby’s aching clit with her fingertip. Ruby let out a fevered gasp, her thighs trembling.
“Your pleasure will be mine to give.” Yvonne withdrew her hand from Ruby’s panties. “And to take.”
Ruby bit back a whimper. “Yes.”
“You will be mine.”
“Yes…”
Yvonne grabbed the waistband of Ruby’s panties and tugged them down Ruby’s legs before parting them again. She slid her fingers between Ruby’s thighs once more, running them down to Ruby’s entrance. She circled it slowly, teasing her.
This time, Ruby couldn’t stop the whimper escaping from her lips. She looked back up at Yvonne, the other woman’s eyes dark and lustful.
“I will be your everything,” Yvonne whispered.
Yes. But Ruby found she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, she was so consumed with need. She closed her eyes, her head rolling back, her body yearning for Yvonne.
Finally, Yvonne entered her, piercing her to her core. Ruby arched up, pleasure rippling through her with every stroke of Yvonne’s fingers. Was this a dream? Had Ruby fallen asleep and imagined Yvonne coming to her door? No, Ruby wasn’t imagining the weight of Yvonne on her, the heat of the woman’s skin against hers. She wasn’t imagining the way Yvonne felt inside her. She wasn’t imagining Yvonne’s soft, rhythmic breaths in her ear. She wasn’t imagining the way her body screamed for Yvonne’s touch.
And Ruby wanted to touch Yvonne too, to feel her, to explore her, to hold her. But Yvonne had been clear. She demanded control.
And Ruby was powerless to do anything but give it to her.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh, yes…”
As Yvonne delved inside her, Ruby let herself get swept away in the tempest that was the other woman. Everything about Yvonne was overwhelming. Her firm, velvet voice. Her tender but insistent touch. Her undeniably dominant presence.
Yvonne thrust harder, the whole room shaking. Ruby gripped the sheets beneath her, holding on against Yvonne’s disorienting passion until at last, she couldn’t take anymore.
“Yvonne,” she cried. “Oh-”
A spark went off deep within, crackling through her like electricity. She rose up into Yvonne, her body seeking the other woman’s. Yvonne’s lips collided with Ruby’s as she continued to work away inside her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from Ruby’s body, until finally, she went limp.
Yvonne eased away, letting her lips linger on Ruby’s, her kiss transforming from furious to soft. Ruby dissolved into her, a part of her hoping that Yvonne would draw her into an embrace.
But instead, Yvonne broke away and looked down at her, an unreadable expression on her face. Tentatively, Ruby reached up and placed a hand on Yvonne’s cheek, searching Yvonne’s eyes. Ruby’s heart pounded loudly in the still, silent room. Was Yvonne trying to figure out what was going on in Ruby’s
