Yvonne placed her arms on the armrests and crossed her legs. “You can open the door now,” she called.

Ruby opened the door tentatively and peered inside. Spotting Yvonne in the chair, a smile crossed her lips. She stepped into the room.

Yvonne gave Ruby a look that stopped her in her tracks. “I didn’t say to come in.”

Ruby took a step back, her head lowered. However, she couldn’t help but peer up at Yvonne from under her eyelashes.

Yvonne leaned back in her chair. “Strip.”

A visible flush crept up Ruby’s cheeks. Slowly, she reached for her waistband, pulling her blouse free, and drawing it over her head. She slipped out of her skirt with a shimmy of her hips, an obvious attempt to tease Yvonne. Yvonne wasn’t going to let it slide. She would deal with her submissive’s attempt at seduction later.

As Ruby reached around her back to remove her bra, Yvonne issued another command.

“Stop.”

Ruby froze again.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Yvonne watched understanding slowly dawn on Ruby’s face, relishing it. Ruby got down on her knees, then her hands.

“Now,” Yvonne said. “Come to your Mistress.”

Silence fell over the room. Slowly, Ruby crawled across the floor toward Yvonne. Deep in Yvonne’s core, heat flickered and flared. She shifted in her seat, trying to smother it, but by the time Ruby reached her, Yvonne’s desire had only grown.

Yvonne looked down at Ruby. The other woman’s long, straight locks hung over her face like a golden veil. Yvonne’s breath deepened. Ruby before her, at her feet, worshipping her—it made her heart surge just as much as it filled her with need.

“My precious Ruby.” Yvonne reached down, brushed Ruby’s hair out of her face, and tipped her chin up. Her eyes brimmed with lust. Yvonne was certain her own eyes matched Ruby’s.

Yvonne uncrossed her legs, parting them just a few inches. Ruby’s eyes zeroed in between them, her lips parting slightly.

“Do you want to serve me?” Yvonne asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Ruby whispered.

Yvonne slid forward in the chair, letting her skirt ride up, parting her legs further.

“Then serve me.”

Looking up at her expectantly, Ruby reached up to brace herself on Yvonne’s knees, only to stop and draw her hand back. Instead, Ruby closed her eyes and nudged the inside of Yvonne’s knee with her cheek, pushing it along Yvonne’s inner thigh.

Yvonne blew out a long, slow breath. She wanted to savor this slowly. She slid forward further, pushing into Ruby’s mouth. Ruby’s tongue settled against Yvonne’s folds, licking and stroking, swirling and flicking in the most heavenly way.

A tremor went through Yvonne’s body. “God, yes.” She closed her eyes and gripped the armrests tighter, resisting the urge to bring her hands down to Ruby’s head to guide her. Ruby knew what her Mistress wanted, what she needed. With Ruby, Yvonne didn’t need to be in control all the time. She could simply let go and allow Ruby to serve her.