Yvonne balled Ruby’s panties up in her hand and took Ruby’s chin, prying her mouth open. Before she could process what was happening, Yvonne stuffed the panties in Ruby’s mouth.

Ruby let out a muffled cry, dizzy from the scent and taste of her own arousal on her panties. Could she push out the gag with her tongue if she tried? Probably.

But that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

Yvonne picked up the remaining coils of rope from the bed and unwound them. Ruby lifted her head to watch, her shoulders straining against the ropes binding her to the bed. Noticing Ruby watching her, Yvonne grabbed Ruby’s hair and pulled her head back down to the pillow.

“Stay down,” Yvonne said. “If I have to blindfold you, I won’t be happy.”

Ruby gave a tiny nod. Yvonne got up from the bed and proceeded to tie Ruby’s ankles to the bedposts, leaving her bound, spread-eagled, to the bed.

Ruby’s pulse began to pound. She pulled at her bonds, adrenaline flooding her veins. She could use her safeword if she wanted to. She could signal to Yvonne to stop.

But the last thing Ruby wanted was to stop. She craved this, her most twisted fantasy, more than anything. This was her choice, and that made all the difference. She was in control. And with every moment that passed, her hunger only deepened.

Ruby glanced up at Yvonne looming above her. Yvonne still wore that ravenous expression, but the passion in her eyes hinted at the fact that her actions were motivated by something much tenderer.

She dipped down, her face less than an inch from Ruby’s. “For the rest of the night, you will exist solely for my satisfaction. If I choose to permit you pleasure, it will be for my enjoyment only.” She drew a line up the front of Ruby’s thigh with a fingernail, leaving a trail of pink behind on Ruby’s skin. “And I intend to enjoy this. I intend to enjoy you.”

The icy calm in Yvonne’s voice sent a chill rolling down the length of Ruby’s body. She pulled at the ropes binding her even harder, but they didn’t budge. All the while, the need within her grew.

Yvonne ran her hands up Ruby’s stomach, pushing her t-shirt upward. “This is getting in my way.”

Yvonne returned to the leather bag and withdrew a pair of scissors. She brandished them before Ruby, giving her a look that froze her in place. Ruby lay dead still as Yvonne took the bottom hem of Ruby’s t-shirt and snipped through it, the back of the cold metal blade skimming across her skin. Yvonne sliced through the t-shirt from top to bottom and at the shoulders, before ripping it from Ruby’s body entirely.

Ruby quivered, her bare nipples peaking. Yvonne placed the scissors aside and crawled onto the bed, straddling her.

“That’s better,” Yvonne said. “Now, where was I?”

She traced her hands over Ruby’s chest, her fingertips skating over a nipple, before pinching it, hard. Ruby sucked in a breath, her chest bucking. Yvonne dipped down to take Ruby’s nipple with her mouth. A groan spilled from Ruby’s lips. The feel of Yvonne’s wet tongue and lips against her swollen bud was so exquisite. At the same time, Yvonne drew her hand up to pinch Ruby’s other nipple. Ruby cried out through her gag, pure, concentrated pleasure lancing through her.