“You’re practically dripping,” Yvonne said. “I could make you come in seconds if I wanted to.” She pressed Ruby’s wet panties into her slit, drawing a shiver from her. “But I’m only getting started.”

Yvonne got up from the bed, went over to the dresser and selected one of her riding crops, a shorter one with a narrow leather tip. She returned to the bed to find that Ruby had barely moved, not even to look at what Yvonne was doing. She pushed Ruby’s cuffed hands higher up her back, then grabbed the waistband of Ruby’s panties, yanking them down her legs.

“I should punish you for defying me with all that teasing, that wriggling.” Yvonne drew the riding crop up the back of Ruby’s thigh. “Do you need to be punished, Ruby?”

Ruby let out a breath. “Yes, Mistress. Please.”

Yvonne let out a sharp breath. Ruby was actually begging for her Mistress’s riding crop? Yvonne was long past the point of needing confirmation that the two of them were a perfect match, but this showed how right she was.

Gathering herself, she raised the riding crop and brought it down on Ruby’s ass cheek, just a few testing taps at first. After each one, Ruby arched up, her body begging for more. Yvonne flicked the crop against her with even more force, eliciting short, soft gasps from her. And when Yvonne struck her even harder, Ruby began to purr again.

“You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” Yvonne traced the riding crop around the pink patches it had left on Ruby’s ass cheeks. “Fortunately for you, I could do this all night.”

Yvonne brought the riding crop down, over and over, each strike punctuated by one of Ruby’s delightful squeals. Her whole ass was turning a vivid shade of scarlet, and her nether lips glistened with her arousal.

As Ruby’s moans deepened, Yvonne decided it was time to replace pain with pleasure. She let the riding crop wander between Ruby’s ass cheeks and down between her lower lips. “You’re just about ready to come, aren’t you?”

Ruby’s response was a drunken murmur. That was enough confirmation for Yvonne. Yvonne tossed the riding crop aside, replacing it between Ruby’s legs with her fingers. She slid them over Ruby’s slick folds, drawing a groan from her. Yvonne glided her fingers down to Ruby’s hard, pebbled nub, circling it gently.

Ruby’s ass rose into the air as she pushed back against Yvonne greedily. Yvonne eased off a little, prompting a whine from Ruby, but she stopped trying to rush her Mistress.

After teasing Ruby’s clit for a while longer, Yvonne ran her finger down to the other woman’s entrance. Ruby moaned, her hands moving higher up her back as she pulled at the handcuffs, her fingers forming fists.

Grabbing onto Ruby’s hip, Yvonne slid her fingers inside Ruby’s warm heat, filling her slowly. Yvonne was gentle at first, delving into Ruby deeply and deliberately, curling against that spot inside that made her shudder and hitch. But as Ruby’s breaths grew heavier, Yvonne picked up the pace, fucking Ruby harder and deeper.