“Someone is being awfully bossy.”

Ruby’s breath caught in her chest. The look in her Mistress’s eyes was the very same one she’d had before she’d spanked Ruby over the kitchen bench.

“You know what?” Yvonne said. “I’m not so tired anymore.”

Yvonne took Ruby’s wrists and drew them above Ruby’s head, holding them against the pillow with the slightest of effort. Ruby’s pulse began to flutter. Was she in for some kind of kinky punishment for daring to challenge her Mistress?

Instead, Yvonne asked her a question. “When you came in here tonight, what were you looking for?”

Ruby’s lips opened. I don’t know, she tried to say. But as she looked back into Yvonne’s eyes, she realized she knew exactly what it was that she wanted.

“I want you,” Ruby said softly. “I just want you.”

The air in the room grew cool and still. Yvonne didn’t speak. She didn’t move. She just continued to stare down at Ruby, her expression unchanging. Ruby trembled underneath her, awaiting her Mistress’s direction.

Wordlessly, Yvonne got up from the bed. Her eyes searched the room, landing on a nearby chair over which her bridesmaid dress was hung.

Ruby watched as Yvonne walked over to the chair. She took the dress and pulled the sash around the waist from it before returning to the bed.

Yvonne held the sash up before her, issuing a command. “Sit up and close your eyes.”

Ruby obeyed. Yvonne tied the sash around Ruby’s eyes, shrouding her in disorienting darkness. Her heart began to pound.

“You want me? Now you have me, and only me.” Yvonne pushed Ruby back down to the bed again, speaking into her ear in a low purr. “Forget about the rest of the world. Forget about everything else. Surrender to your Mistress.”

There was so much Ruby wanted to forget about. This crazy marriage plot. All the conflict and confusion she felt about Yvonne. Ruby’s fears about falling for her.

Would it hurt to forget about it all, just for a moment?

“I’m all yours,” Ruby said softly.

At once, Yvonne’s lips crashed against hers in an unrelenting kiss, drawing the last of the breath from Ruby’s lungs. She dissolved into her Mistress, the sudden burst of passion overwhelming her. Yvonne pulled at Ruby’s t-shirt, drawing it over her head in one swift motion.

Ruby let out a sharp breath. She heard the swish of clothing, then Yvonne was on top of her once more, bare skin against bare skin, her breasts against Ruby’s chest, hard nipples pressing into her. Ruby clutched blindly at the other woman, the thirst within her growing.

She groaned. “Yvonne…”

Yvonne trailed her lips down Ruby’s neck, lower and lower, letting her teeth graze and bite into the soft parts of Ruby’s shoulders and breasts. Ruby shivered, trying her hardest to calm the flame within her, but it was hopeless. Her need for Yvonne was too great.

“Please,” she murmured. “I want you.”

Yvonne paid her no mind, continuing her slow, painstaking descent down Ruby’s body, trailing her lips over every inch of Ruby’s skin. When she finally reached the base of Ruby’s stomach, Ruby thought she was going to burst. The whimper that flew from her sounded wholly unfamiliar to her ears.