Ruby let out a moan, the panties in her mouth soaked through. She watched Yvonne grinding and rocking on top of her, hypnotized by the dark-haired goddess who had claimed her. Yvonne rolled her hips harder, penetrating Ruby deeper, holding her tighter. Ruby writhed, breathless, straining against her bonds, fighting the unbearable throbbing inside.

As Yvonne thrust inside her, Ruby’s pleasure reached a peak. She strained against her bonds as the force of her climax ripped through her. She shattered underneath her Mistress, the euphoria of her complete and utter surrender almost too much to bear.

But even as Ruby’s orgasm passed, Yvonne didn’t stop. She pulled back slightly, shifting her weight, her pace and rhythm changing. She rocked her hips back and forth, one hand on the bed to steady herself, and the other on Ruby’s chest, until at last, her head fell back, and she let out a wild, trembling cry.

Yvonne stilled, her eyes closed, her breathing firm and heavy. It only took a moment for her to recover. She reached down and cradled the curve of Ruby’s cheek.

“Had enough?” Yvonne asked.

Ruby nodded. She’d reached a state of such perfect bliss that she couldn’t possibly take anymore.

Gently, Yvonne pulled the panties from Ruby’s mouth. For the first time that night, Yvonne leaned down and pressed her lips to Ruby’s in a tender but possessive kiss, sending gentle ripples through Ruby’s whole body. Ruby shut her eyes, melting into her Mistress.

After a moment, Yvonne drew back and untied Ruby’s ankles and wrists. Ruby was free. The spell had been lifted.

But she was still Yvonne’s captive.

She looked up at Yvonne, her eyes watering, her chest brimming with emotion. “Yvonne,” she whispered. “Mistress.”

Yvonne gazed back at her. “My beautiful, precious Ruby.”

Yvonne gathered Ruby into her arms and held her so close that she couldn’t tell where she ended and Yvonne began.

* * *

Yvonne glanced at Ruby. She was still passed out on the bed beside Yvonne, so still that the only sign of life she gave off was the satisfied expression on her face.

Yvonne felt the same way. It was surprising. She didn’t usually go for those kinds of rough games. Although she had no objection to them, she simply preferred more subtle kinds of force, power that wasn’t physical.

Yet, Yvonne had found tonight even more gratifying than anything else she and Ruby had ever done together.

Ruby blew out a soft sigh, her eyes flickering open. Noticing Yvonne’s gaze on her, her cheeks turned pink, but she smiled.

“How are you feeling?” Yvonne asked

“Incredible,” Ruby murmured.

Yvonne returned her smile, but felt exhaustion pressing on her. Her entire body ached, and she felt raw, not in an unpleasant way, but in an unfamiliar way. Perhaps Madison had been right. There was a certain vulnerability in holding the whip too.

Ruby sat up, folding her legs underneath her. “So, now that you’ve done something for me, is there anything I can do for you?”