Yvonne grabbed Ruby’s wrist and bound it to the bedpost at the top corner of the bed before starting on her other wrist. Ruby looked up at her wrist. The ropes binding it were heavy and rough, and the knots Yvonne had tied weren’t the elaborate, decorative knots she’d used on Ruby in The Rope Room at Lilith’s Den. They were functional, sturdy knots, serving no purpose other than to keep Ruby restrained.
Yvonne finished tying Ruby’s other wrist to the bedpost. With no warning or fanfare, she slid her hands down Ruby’s sides and tore Ruby’s panties from her legs, leaving scrapes behind on her thighs. Ruby’s breath quickened, need welling up deep within her. She was still wearing her t-shirt, but she felt completely naked. The way Yvonne was looking down at her only made her feel more exposed.
Yvonne dangled Ruby’s panties from her finger. “This is to make sure you can’t use that sweet mouth of yours to try to talk your way out of this.”
Yvonne balled Ruby’s panties up in her hand and took Ruby’s chin, prying her mouth open. Before she could process what was happening, Yvonne stuffed the panties in Ruby’s mouth.
Ruby let out a muffled cry, dizzy from the scent and taste of her own arousal on her panties. Could she push out the gag with her tongue if she tried? Probably.
But that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.
Yvonne picked up the remaining coils of rope from the bed and unwound them. Ruby lifted her head to watch, her shoulders straining against the ropes binding her to the bed. Noticing Ruby watching her, Yvonne grabbed Ruby’s hair and pulled her head back down to the pillow.
“Stay down,” Yvonne said. “If I have to blindfold you, I won’t be happy.”
Ruby gave a tiny nod. Yvonne got up from the bed and proceeded to tie Ruby’s ankles to the bedposts, leaving her bound, spread-eagled, to the bed.
Ruby’s pulse began to pound. She pulled at her bonds, adrenaline flooding her veins. She could use her safeword if she wanted to. She could signal to Yvonne to stop.
But the last thing Ruby wanted was to stop. She craved this, her most twisted fantasy, more than anything. This was her choice, and that made all the difference. She was in control. And with every moment that passed, her hunger only deepened.
Ruby glanced up at Yvonne looming above her. Yvonne still wore that ravenous expression, but the passion in her eyes hinted at the fact that her actions were motivated by something much tenderer.
She dipped down, her face less than an inch from Ruby’s. “For the rest of the night, you will exist solely for my satisfaction. If I choose to permit you pleasure, it will be for my enjoyment only.” She drew a line up the front of Ruby’s thigh with a fingernail, leaving a trail of pink behind on Ruby’s skin. “And I intend to enjoy this. I intend to enjoy you.”
The icy calm in Yvonne’s voice sent a chill rolling down the length of Ruby’s body. She pulled at the ropes binding her even harder, but they didn’t budge. All the while, the need within her grew.
Yvonne ran her hands up Ruby’s stomach, pushing her t-shirt upward. “This is getting in my way.”
Yvonne returned to the leather bag and withdrew a pair of scissors. She brandished them before Ruby, giving her a look that froze her in place. Ruby lay dead still as Yvonne took the bottom hem of Ruby’s t-shirt and snipped through it, the back of the cold metal blade skimming across her skin. Yvonne sliced through the t-shirt from top to bottom and at the shoulders, before ripping it from Ruby’s body entirely.
Ruby quivered, her bare nipples peaking. Yvonne placed the scissors aside and crawled onto the bed, straddling her.
“That’s better,” Yvonne said. “Now, where was I?”
She traced her hands over Ruby’s chest, her fingertips skating over a nipple, before pinching it, hard. Ruby sucked in a breath, her chest bucking. Yvonne dipped down to take Ruby’s nipple with her mouth. A groan spilled from Ruby’s lips. The feel of Yvonne’s wet tongue and lips against her swollen bud was so exquisite. At the same time, Yvonne drew her hand up to pinch Ruby’s other nipple. Ruby cried out through her gag, pure, concentrated pleasure lancing through her.
A murmur rose from Yvonne’s chest. “The sounds you make are so delicious. I could listen to them all night. I could do this all night, make you scream, over and over.” She fixed her eyes on Ruby’s. “And since I have you bound and at my mercy, that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you.”
Ruby shuddered, the hairs standing up on her skin. It was clear that Yvonne meant her threat. Yvonne grazed her lips down the side of Ruby’s neck, biting her shoulder, causing Ruby to moan. She grabbed a fistful of Ruby’s hair, tugging it firmly, coaxing a pleasured hiss from Ruby. She raked her fingers down Ruby’s front, leaving faint red lines on her breasts and stomach.
All the while, Ruby squirmed and bucked, the panties muffling every sound she made. Pleasure? Pain? She couldn’t tell the difference anymore. It was all so exquisite. She was intoxicated by it all, and by Yvonne, her Mistress. She wanted Yvonne to take her, claim her, use her until she was Yvonne’s so completely that all her edges dissolved away and the two of them became one.
“That’s it,” Yvonne said. “Surrender to me.”
As Yvonne continued to ravish her, Ruby closed her eyes, letting herself fall into a familiar trance of submission. She relaxed into the flow, trusting that Yvonne wouldn’t hurt her, that she would keep Ruby safe, no matter how vulnerable she was.
As she let go, all the sensations she was feeling amplified. The pressure and roughness of the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. Yvonne’s scent, a perfume tailor-made to make Ruby
