“It’s not you I’m worried about,” Yvonne muttered.
“If your family is that bad, why are you going at all?”
“It was my father’s dying wish that his family get together once a year. And because he likes pulling the strings, even from beyond the grave, he wrote it into his will. My inheritance is dependent on me going. Spouses are supposed to attend too, but I’m going to get you out of this. It’s simple enough just to pretend you had some kind of emergency.”
“Yvonne, it’s fine. I can handle it.” Ruby crossed her arms. “I’m coming, and that’s that.”
Yvonne narrowed her eyes. “That’s that?”
Ruby felt herself flush under Yvonne’s intense stare. “Yes. That’s that.”
Before Ruby could blink, her Mistress was above her, pinning her back to the bed with nothing but her gaze.
“Someone is being awfully bossy.”
Ruby’s breath caught in her chest. The look in her Mistress’s eyes was the very same one she’d had before she’d spanked Ruby over the kitchen bench.
“You know what?” Yvonne said. “I’m not so tired anymore.”
Yvonne took Ruby’s wrists and drew them above Ruby’s head, holding them against the pillow with the slightest of effort. Ruby’s pulse began to flutter. Was she in for some kind of kinky punishment for daring to challenge her Mistress?
Instead, Yvonne asked her a question. “When you came in here tonight, what were you looking for?”
Ruby’s lips opened. I don’t know, she tried to say. But as she looked back into Yvonne’s eyes, she realized she knew exactly what it was that she wanted.
“I want you,” Ruby said softly. “I just want you.”
The air in the room grew cool and still. Yvonne didn’t speak. She didn’t move. She just continued to stare down at Ruby, her expression unchanging. Ruby trembled underneath her, awaiting her Mistress’s direction.
Wordlessly, Yvonne got up from the bed. Her eyes searched the room, landing on a nearby chair over which her bridesmaid dress was hung.
Ruby watched as Yvonne walked over to the chair. She took the dress and pulled the sash around the waist from it before returning to the bed.
Yvonne held the sash up before her, issuing a command. “Sit up and close your eyes.”
Ruby obeyed. Yvonne tied the sash around Ruby’s eyes, shrouding her in disorienting darkness. Her heart began to pound.
“You want me? Now you have me, and only me.” Yvonne pushed Ruby back down to the bed again, speaking into her ear in a low purr. “Forget about the rest of the world. Forget about everything else. Surrender to your Mistress.”
There was so much Ruby wanted to forget about. This crazy marriage plot. All the conflict and confusion she felt about Yvonne. Ruby’s fears about falling for her.
Would it hurt to forget about it all, just for a moment?
“I’m all yours,” Ruby said softly.
At once, Yvonne’s lips crashed against hers in an unrelenting kiss, drawing the last of the breath from Ruby’s lungs. She dissolved into her Mistress, the sudden burst of passion overwhelming her. Yvonne pulled at Ruby’s t-shirt, drawing it over her head in one swift motion.
Ruby let out a sharp breath. She heard the swish of clothing, then Yvonne was on top of her once more, bare skin against bare skin, her breasts against Ruby’s chest, hard nipples pressing into her. Ruby clutched blindly at the other woman, the thirst within her growing.
She groaned. “Yvonne…”
Yvonne trailed her lips down Ruby’s neck, lower and lower, letting her teeth graze and bite into the soft parts of Ruby’s shoulders and breasts. Ruby shivered, trying her hardest to calm the flame within her, but it was hopeless. Her need for Yvonne was too great.
“Please,” she murmured. “I want you.”
Yvonne paid her no mind, continuing her slow, painstaking descent down Ruby’s body, trailing her lips over every inch of Ruby’s skin. When she finally reached the base of Ruby’s stomach, Ruby thought she was going to burst. The whimper that flew from her sounded wholly unfamiliar to her ears.
Yvonne took the waistband of Ruby’s panties and peeled them down, drawing them from her legs. She pushed Ruby’s knees apart carefully, positioning herself between them, and ran her hands along Ruby’s thighs.
Goosebumps sprouted on Ruby’s skin. Yvonne wrapped her arms around Ruby’s upper thighs, yanking her down the bed and closer to her. Ruby gasped softly. Although she was blindfolded, she could feel the warmth of Yvonne’s breath between her legs, and the brush of Yvonne’s hair on the insides of her thighs.
Not a heartbeat later, Yvonne’s lips were against Ruby’s folds, soft and supple and warm. Yvonne slipped her tongue into Ruby’s slit, searing her to her core. She sucked on Ruby’s aching bud, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her. She grabbed onto Ruby’s hips and thighs, digging into them with her fingers. Ruby’s hand fell loosely to cling to the side of Yvonne’s neck, needing something to hold onto in the darkness.
Finally, she couldn’t take any more. Yvonne’s name tumbled from her lips as ecstasy overcame her. She writhed on the bed, swept up in an ocean of pleasure, holding onto her Mistress like an anchor.
As her orgasm receded, the feeling of blissful lightness that came with it remained. When Yvonne shifted up the bed and kissed her, her own taste still on Yvonne’s lips, that feeling only intensified.
Ruby sighed into the kiss, pressing herself back against Yvonne. Despite the blindfold, Ruby could see the woman before her clearly, her other senses mingling and mixing. Yvonne’s fingers whispered along Ruby’s skin. Her heartbeat hummed against Ruby’s cheek. Her scent, perfume with a hint of sweat, was sweet and salty on Ruby’s tongue.
Ruby savored it all, all those pieces of Yvonne. All the while, her hands roamed Yvonne’s body, feeling every curve and dip, tracing over her pebbled nipples, sweeping over the swell of her hips. Just as Ruby was sure she had explored
