Ruby folded her arms across her chest. “You told me I could buy whatever I wanted.”

“I did.” Yvonne picked up a stray spatula. “And I meant it. But I tell you that you can buy anything, and you buy kitchen utensils?”

Ruby shrugged. “They’re very expensive utensils.” That stand mixer had cost a small fortune, but Yvonne was paying for it.

“I didn’t take you for the domestic type.”

“I’m not. I can’t cook to save my life, but baking is different. I’m not going to win any competitions, but I enjoy it. Plus, it gives me a way to kill time while you’re at work.”

“Oh?” Yvonne raised an eyebrow, her voice lowering. “So you’ve been sitting around every day, waiting for your Mistress to return home?”

Blood rushed up Ruby’s face. “I meant that I need more things to fill my days, that’s all.”

Yvonne stepped in close. Ruby found herself backed against the counter, the other woman’s hands at either side of her. Desire flickered deep within her.

“That’s disappointing,” Yvonne purred. “I think I like the idea of you waiting for me all day like a good little housewife, longing for me to come through the front door and fuck you right here in the kitchen.”

Ruby trembled. The heat between the two of them had only strengthened since that night at Lilith’s Den. It was as if Yvonne had finally stopped fighting the attraction she’d had toward Ruby from the moment they had met. This unrestrained side of Yvonne was even more intoxicating.

Yvonne brought her thumb up to stroke Ruby’s lip. A wave of lust washed over her.

“So,” Yvonne said. “How about a taste?”

Before Ruby could react, Yvonne reached around to grab one of the muffins. Reflexively, Ruby swatted Yvonne’s hand away from the hot muffin tin.

Yvonne’s mouth fell open. “Did you just slap me?”

Ruby grimaced. “Sorry! Those are too hot to eat.”

Yvonne didn’t respond, but the dark expression on her face made her annoyance clear.

Crap. “I didn’t mean to. My brothers, they were always trying to steal things I’d bake before they were cool. It was a reflex, I swear.”

“I am not one of your brothers,” Yvonne said firmly. “That’s no way to treat your Mistress.”

Ruby’s heart began to race. Despite Yvonne’s sharp tone, Ruby could feel the desire radiating from every inch of the other woman’s skin. She looked into Yvonne’s eyes and found a storm raging behind them wasn’t at all due to irritation.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Ruby said softly.

Yvonne took Ruby’s chin in her fingers. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

Heat suffused Ruby’s body. What did Yvonne want? Ruby to grovel at her feet? She’d already done that once before.

“You have two choices,” Yvonne said. “You can write me a long, detailed letter, explaining just how sorry you are.” She paused. “Or, you can accept a more physical punishment.”

Ruby hesitated. “What do you mean by ‘physical?’”

Yvonne’s gaze flicked over to the utensils scattered on the counter, a spatula and some mixing spoons.