“Is that what you want?” Yvonne asked.

“Yes,” Ruby said softly.

Yvonne’s other hand crept down Ruby’s stomach, lower and lower until she reached the peak of Ruby’s thighs. Ruby parted her legs reflexively as Yvonne traced her fingers over Ruby’s lower lips through her panties. Ruby exhaled softly.

“Then I’ll show you,” Yvonne said. “I’ll teach you.”

“Yes,” Ruby murmured.

Yvonne drew her hand back up, slipping it inside Ruby’s panties. She pushed her finger into Ruby’s slit, stroking gently. “You will exist to serve me. Not the other way around.”

Pleasure lanced through Ruby’s body. “Yes.”

Yvonne circled Ruby’s aching clit with her fingertip. Ruby let out a fevered gasp, her thighs trembling.

“Your pleasure will be mine to give.” Yvonne withdrew her hand from Ruby’s panties. “And to take.”

Ruby bit back a whimper. “Yes.”

“You will be mine.”

“Yes…”

Yvonne grabbed the waistband of Ruby’s panties and tugged them down Ruby’s legs before parting them again. She slid her fingers between Ruby’s thighs once more, running them down to Ruby’s entrance. She circled it slowly, teasing her.

This time, Ruby couldn’t stop the whimper escaping from her lips. She looked back up at Yvonne, the other woman’s eyes dark and lustful.

“I will be your everything,” Yvonne whispered.

Yes. But Ruby found she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, she was so consumed with need. She closed her eyes, her head rolling back, her body yearning for Yvonne.

Finally, Yvonne entered her, piercing her to her core. Ruby arched up, pleasure rippling through her with every stroke of Yvonne’s fingers. Was this a dream? Had Ruby fallen asleep and imagined Yvonne coming to her door? No, Ruby wasn’t imagining the weight of Yvonne on her, the heat of the woman’s skin against hers. She wasn’t imagining the way Yvonne felt inside her. She wasn’t imagining Yvonne’s soft, rhythmic breaths in her ear. She wasn’t imagining the way her body screamed for Yvonne’s touch.

And Ruby wanted to touch Yvonne too, to feel her, to explore her, to hold her. But Yvonne had been clear. She demanded control.

And Ruby was powerless to do anything but give it to her.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh, yes…”

As Yvonne delved inside her, Ruby let herself get swept away in the tempest that was the other woman. Everything about Yvonne was overwhelming. Her firm, velvet voice. Her tender but insistent touch. Her undeniably dominant presence.

Yvonne thrust harder, the whole room shaking. Ruby gripped the sheets beneath her, holding on against Yvonne’s disorienting passion until at last, she couldn’t take anymore.

“Yvonne,” she cried. “Oh-”

A spark went off deep within, crackling through her like electricity. She rose up into Yvonne, her body seeking the other woman’s. Yvonne’s lips collided with Ruby’s as she continued to work away inside her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from Ruby’s body, until finally, she went limp.

Yvonne eased away, letting her lips linger on Ruby’s, her kiss transforming from furious to soft. Ruby dissolved into her, a part of her hoping that Yvonne would draw her into an embrace.