Yvonne folded up the piece of paper and returned it to her pocket. She’d left Ruby waiting long enough.

Chapter 22

The floorboards creaked outside Ruby’s bedroom door. Her breath caught in her throat. Was her Mistress at the door, coming to give Ruby what she wanted more than anything?

She got up from the bed. “Yvonne?”

There was no answer.

Ruby crept to the door. Before she could open it, it flung open. She only had a second to register Yvonne’s presence along with the leather bag she was holding before Yvonne dropped the bag to the floor, seized Ruby by the shoulders and pushed her hard against the wall beside the door.

Ruby gasped. “Y-”

Yvonne put a hand over Ruby’s mouth. “Don’t. Say. A word.”

Ruby nodded slowly.

Yvonne shut the door beside her and locked it, before turning back to Ruby. Ruby’s heart raced. The thirst in the other woman’s eyes made their depths seem endless.

Suddenly, Yvonne spun Ruby around, pinning her against the wall with her body. Her breasts pressed into Ruby’s back, her hot breath burning the side of Ruby’s face.

“Don’t speak,” Yvonne growled softly. “Don’t move. Don’t do anything unless I tell you to.”

Ruby shut her eyes, desire lighting her up from within. Yvonne grabbed Ruby’s hip with one hand and slid the other inside the front of Ruby’s panties, cupping her roughly between her thighs. Ruby drew in a long, slow breath. She’d never gotten so wet so quickly.

Yvonne spoke into Ruby’s ear. “Tonight, you’re all mine. Tonight, you’re nothing other than my toy, my plaything. Do you understand?”

Ruby nodded. She was Yvonne’s captive.

There was nothing she wanted more.

Yvonne dragged Ruby to the bed, tossing her onto it. Then she grabbed the leather bag and dropped it on the floor next to the bed, opening it up and producing several coils of rope.

She set them on the bed beside Ruby. “This is to make sure you can’t go anywhere.”

Yvonne grabbed Ruby’s wrist and bound it to the bedpost at the top corner of the bed before starting on her other wrist. Ruby looked up at her wrist. The ropes binding it were heavy and rough, and the knots Yvonne had tied weren’t the elaborate, decorative knots she’d used on Ruby in The Rope Room at Lilith’s Den. They were functional, sturdy knots, serving no purpose other than to keep Ruby restrained.

Yvonne finished tying Ruby’s other wrist to the bedpost. With no warning or fanfare, she slid her hands down Ruby’s sides and tore Ruby’s panties from her legs, leaving scrapes behind on her thighs. Ruby’s breath quickened, need welling up deep within her. She was still wearing her t-shirt, but she felt completely naked. The way Yvonne was looking down at her only made her feel more exposed.

Yvonne dangled Ruby’s panties from her finger. “This is to make sure you can’t use that sweet mouth of yours to try to talk your way out of this.”