“Of course you did. I knew you would.” Yvonne leaned down over her, her warm breath cradling the back of Ruby’s ear. “Your Mistress knows exactly what she’s doing.”

Ruby exhaled softly. She felt Yvonne pressing against her ass, her breasts against Ruby’s back, pushing her down onto the countertop. Yvonne slid her hands up to Ruby’s waist. Ruby let out a breath, desperate for Yvonne to take her there and then, to relieve the throbbing inside her.

Instead, Yvonne took Ruby’s skirt and pulled it back down to cover Ruby’s legs.

She pulled away. “I’m going to take a shower. I expect the kitchen to be clean when I’m done.”

Huh? Ruby straightened up and turned around.

But Yvonne was already gone.

Ruby groaned into the empty kitchen. Was Yvonne serious? Was she really going to leave Ruby like this? She sighed.

Your Mistress knows exactly what she’s doing.

* * *

When Yvonne finished showering, she headed into the living room to find Ruby waiting for her.

Ruby got up from the couch expectantly. “I’ve finished cleaning the kitchen.”

“Good.” Yvonne sat down and grabbed the book she’d left on the coffee table, opening it up.

Ruby hovered by the couch. “So, what are we doing for the rest of the night?”

Yvonne didn’t take her eyes off her book. “I don’t know about you, but I plan to catch up on some reading.”

“Really? That’s all?”

“Yes, that’s all.” Yvonne rarely had the time to read, but she found herself struck with the urge to spend some time relaxing.

Plus, she wanted to toy with Ruby for a few hours.

Ruby let out a skeptical murmur. Yvonne ignored her. After a few seconds, Ruby sat down next to Yvonne. Without thinking, Yvonne glanced up at her.

That was a mistake. Ruby peered back at Yvonne from under her long, thick eyelashes, her blonde hair now loose around her shoulders, one bare, slender leg crossed over the other. She had a smudge of flour on her cheek, and her blue eyes shimmered with lust.

Yvonne’s resolve wavered. In the time since they’d met, Ruby had only gotten better at getting under Yvonne’s skin. Yvonne looked back down at her book and turned a page carefully, somehow managing to maintain her composure.

“Yvonne?” When Yvonne didn’t respond, Ruby pulled down the top of Yvonne’s book. “Don’t you want to finish what you started in the kitchen?”

Yvonne looked up at her sharply. “Are you questioning your Mistress?”

“No, I just-”

“Let me be clear. What happened in the kitchen wasn’t your punishment.”

Ruby frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll understand soon enough.” Yvonne pulled the book back out of Ruby’s fingers.

“Come on,” Ruby said. “You’re home early, for once. We have the rest of the evening ahead of us. Isn’t there something you’d rather be doing?” She traced her fingers up Yvonne’s knee, a playful look in her eyes. “Or someone?”

Yvonne put her book down, ignoring the desire Ruby’s voice provoked in her. She’d only intended to keep Ruby hanging for a few hours before giving her what she wanted.