“Yes,” Ruby murmured.
“Do you think you’ve earned the privilege of pleasure?”
Ruby hesitated. “No, Mistress.”
“Are you saying that because you know it’s what I want to hear?”
Ruby lowered her gaze. “Yes, Mistress.”
Yvonne let out a soft, velvety chuckle. “I appreciate your honesty. And I’m a merciful Mistress. You’ll get your release, but on my terms, not yours.”
Yvonne took the rope running down the center of Ruby’s body and pulled it aside so it was no longer between Ruby’s nether lips. She let a hand roam down the front of Ruby’s body, skimming over her bare stomach, slipping down the inside of her thigh. Ruby pulsed with anticipation.
Yvonne leaned close, drawing her thumb down Ruby’s lower lip. “From the moment I tasted these lips of yours, I’ve been dying to find something out.” She traced her fingers up Ruby’s slick slit. “Does the rest of you taste as sweet?”
Ruby blew out a hard, sharp breath. Yvonne drew her lips down Ruby’s neck, leaving a wet trail behind. She continued downward slowly, painting them over Ruby’s breasts and nipples, all the way to her belly button. Ruby shuddered, Yvonne’s wet lips soothing her burning skin.
Yvonne looked up at her, her dark eyes alight. “This is the only time you’ll ever see me on my knees.”
Yvonne knelt, her breath searing Ruby’s inner thighs. Ruby trembled. Yvonne’s lips wandered up to where Ruby’s thighs met, her touch featherlight, and drew her tongue over Ruby’s folds. Ruby groaned softly, her hips pushing out toward the other woman, straining her bonds to their limits. But Yvonne only drew back an equal amount. There was no rushing her.
So Ruby closed her eyes and wrapped her fingers around the rope above her head, giving in to the sweet torment. The more Ruby relaxed, the more Yvonne rewarded her, her touch growing firmer and more deliberate. She pursed her lips around Ruby’s clit, sucking gently. She teased Ruby’s entrance with her tongue. She grabbed onto Ruby’s ass cheeks, holding tightly as she devoured Ruby. Ruby slackened in her bonds, purring from her chest as she slipped into a trance of bliss.
It didn’t take long for her pleasure to peak. Her head flew back, her body quaking as an explosion of ecstasy tore through her. It faded just as quickly as it came. But Yvonne continued, her mouth working at the peak of Ruby’s thighs, more gently now, but still unhesitating. In her bound, bliss-drunk state, Ruby was powerless against her. Not that she wanted Yvonne to stop. Although Yvonne was unrelenting, her mouth, her lips, her tongue, felt so exquisite.
“Oh, god!” Ruby stiffened as another climax gripped her, just as intense as the last, but it drew on and on until Ruby felt like her body had been sucked dry.
She let out a long, slow breath. Yvonne rose to her feet again, cupped Ruby’s cheeks and kissed her hard and deep, sucking the air from her chest. Ruby’s head spun. She could taste herself on Yvonne’s lips.
Yvonne drew back, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I have to say, I’m disappointed. That was over far too soon. I was planning to toy with you at least another hour.”
Ruby barely heard her. She was lost in a trance, deep under her Mistress’s spell.
“But I wouldn’t want such a willing, eager captive to go to waste.” Yvonne took another coil of rope from the chair next to her, drawing it through her fingers. “I’m going to take this opportunity to show you all my favorite ties. Would you like that? If you’re good, I might even give you another reward.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Ruby murmured. Despite her exhaustion, she still wanted more.
A smile crossed Yvonne’s lips. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” She brushed a stray strand of hair out of Ruby’s face. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
As Yvonne unfurled the coil of rope, a thought floated into Ruby’s hazy mind.
If this was Yvonne’s idea of giving Ruby ‘a taste,’ what else did Yvonne have in store for her?
When they returned home, Yvonne practically had to carry Ruby from the car up to the apartment. She clung to Yvonne’s proffered arm like she was in a drunken haze.
Yvonne knew exactly what Ruby was going through. It was a high, a feeling of euphoria submissives experienced, caused by all the adrenaline and endorphins the body produced in response to intense physical stimulus.
Yvonne steered Ruby into her bedroom. “Get into bed. Get undressed first. I’ll get you some water.”
Ruby nodded and sat on the bed, slipping out of her heels.
Yvonne left Ruby’s bedroom and went into the kitchen. She leaned back against the counter, taking a moment for herself. It had surprised Yvonne, how quickly and deeply Ruby had slipped into that submissive headspace, how easily she’d let go. Clearly, Yvonne’s initial impression of her had been wrong. Ruby wasn’t simply trying to please Yvonne. Her desire to submit was something innate.
And that made Yvonne uneasy.
She didn’t quite understand why. Was she worried Ruby wouldn’t respect her own limits, that she would push herself too far? That was a risk for new submissives. But Yvonne had stressed the importance of being honest with herself and Yvonne about what she could handle, and Ruby seemed to understand. Besides, Yvonne was experienced enough that she would never push Ruby too hard. She had every intention of taking things slow and treating Ruby with a careful hand.
So why did Yvonne feel this irrational level of concern for her?
Yvonne poured a glass of water, then returned to Ruby’s bedroom. Ruby was already in bed.
“Here.” She handed the glass to Ruby. “Drink this, or you’ll feel terrible in the morning.”
Ruby did as she was told. Yvonne took the empty glass from her and set it on the nightstand, then sat down on the edge of the bed.
“How are you feeling?” she asked. “Is there anything else you need?”
“No, I’m good,” Ruby replied.
“I’ll stay
