“This is The Rope Room,” Yvonne replied.
Ruby looked at one of the photographs closely. The woman in it lay on a sea of silk, red ropes encircling her body in intricate patterns. In the photo next to it, a woman appeared to be suspended from something above the photo, hanging sideways in midair with her limbs bound together, wrapped in a cocoon of ropes.
Yvonne spoke from beside Ruby, startling her. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”
“It’s almost like they’re caught in webs.” Ruby glanced up at the beams above them. “Is that what you’re going to do to me?”
“I’m not going to suspend you up from the ceiling. At least, not tonight.” Yvonne drew the back of her fingers down the side of Ruby’s cheek. “Consider this an introduction. A taste of all the delights to come.”
A shiver rippled down Ruby’s neck. She’d been worried that when faced with the reality of Yvonne’s twisted desires, she’d find herself overwhelmed, just as Yvonne had warned her. And considering everything that had happened with her last client, all this should have scared her.
But instead, the hunger inside her grew.
“Well?” Yvonne said. “How would you like to get caught in my web?”
Ruby gazed back at her, unable to do anything but nod. She was already caught in Yvonne’s web.
“Then let’s get you out of that dress.”
Yvonne took the hem of Ruby’s dress and drew it up and over Ruby’s head. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, so she was left in nothing but her panties. Yvonne’s eyes skimmed Ruby’s body approvingly, sending warmth creeping up Ruby’s cheeks. Yvonne showed no sign of stripping down herself. Ruby suspected Yvonne preferred it that way.
Silence filled the air, the club downstairs a world away. Yvonne guided Ruby to the center of the room to stand underneath one of the wooden beams, then opened a cupboard and withdrew several coils of rope.
Yvonne placed all but one of them down on a nearby chair, then took Ruby’s wrists and bound them together firmly, leaving a tail of rope dangling from them. Lifting Ruby’s arms above her head, Yvonne tied the rope to the beam above her. Ruby resisted the urge to tug on her bonds. She was certain Yvonne would see it as a sign of disobedience. And if Yvonne had made anything clear, it was that she required Ruby’s complete obedience.
Yvonne wound the tail of the rope around Ruby’s arms, binding them together tightly in a series of knots. She continued down Ruby’s shoulders, then wound the rope around Ruby’s chest and back, crossing it over and under and between her breasts. The rope was surprisingly soft, caressing her skin in a not unpleasant way.
Yvonne took a step back, surveying her work. While Ruby’s bonds weren’t tight enough to constrict, the firm pressure of the ropes felt immobilizing. The ropes were all connected, so the slightest movement of her body made them tighten and shift in the most delicious way.
Yvonne took the waist of Ruby’s panties and stripped them down her legs, leaving her naked and exposed. Ruby’s heart raced.
Yvonne trailed her hand down the center of Ruby’s stomach. “I’m not done with you yet. Spread your feet apart.”
Ruby obeyed. Yvonne took the rope hanging from Ruby’s chest, slipped it between Ruby’s thighs, and pulled it up at the back, tying it off between her shoulder blades. The slight pressure of the rope between Ruby’s legs made the urge to move unbearable. Ruby shifted her hips, causing the rope to rub against her. She let out a surprised gasp, a dart of pleasure shooting deep into her.
Yvonne’s lips curled up at the corners. “That should encourage you to stay still while I finish tying you up.”
Ruby stopped moving, but it didn’t help. Even breathing made the rope shift, nudging against her most sensitive places, amplifying the heat within her with every second. All the while, Yvonne continued, tying the ropes down Ruby’s stomach, hips, and thighs, all the way to her ankles.
“Now I’m finished.” Yvonne drew her eyes down Ruby’s bound body. “What a tantalizing work of art you are.” She stepped to the side, giving Ruby a clear view of herself in the mirror. “Take a look for yourself?”
Ruby looked at herself in the mirror. She was bound from head to toe, a ladder of knots running down the front of her body, from her upstretched arms, to her hips, then down each of her legs.
She drew in a breath. She certainly felt like a piece of art, living and breathing. The contrast between the dark ropes and her skin was striking, and restrained as she was, Ruby was as helpless as a sculpture. Although her legs were free, with her arms stretched high above her, she could barely move.
Yvonne watched Ruby in the mirror, a ravenous look in her eyes. “Think about all the things I could do with you right now.”
She drew her palm down Ruby’s chest, sweeping it over her breast. Ruby’s breathing deepened, causing the rope between her legs to pull, sending ripples of need through her. A whimper fell from her lips.
“By the looks of things, I don’t even have to do anything,” Yvonne said. “I could simply leave you as you are and watch you slowly come undone.”
Ruby bit back a groan. She was quickly reaching the point where her arousal was becoming unbearable, and Yvonne had barely touched her. This was all Ruby’s own doing, yet she was unable to relieve the ache within herself.
Yvonne stepped in close, pressing her body to Ruby’s, letting her lips graze Ruby’s cheek. “But what’s the fun of having a toy when you can’t play with her?”
She reached down their bodies and tugged the rope running between Ruby’s thighs upward. Ruby gasped, pleasure reverberating through her. Yvonne ran her hand up Ruby’s chest, tweaking a nipple with her fingertips. Ruby bucked against Yvonne. She was already right on the edge.
And it was clear Yvonne knew it. “I’m not letting
