As if they understood her, both cats meowed in response.
“That’s cat for ‘shit, yeah,’” Ruby said with a grin.
They followed her from the room, Evan trailing behind, enjoying the sway of Ruby’s ass as she walked. In the kitchen, she moved toward a polished granite counter, on which sat a wooden bowl filled with large, shiny red apples.
“These are local,” she said, picking one up and tossing it to Evan, who automatically held up his hand to catch it. “They’re really good.” She brought a second one to her lips, opening her small, pretty mouth to take a bite. “Hmm,” she said, closing her eyes in obvious appreciation as she chewed.
Evan took a bite of his apple, suddenly hungry. It was crisp, sweet and tart, and he took another bite, watching as Ruby got a container from the refrigerator and spooned some mashed, pink fish into tiny silver bowls set on either side of a larger water bowl. The cats ate daintily but quickly, and then Ruby retrieved two sparkling harness-leash contraptions from a hook by the back door. “Want to come with us on our walk?” she asked, “or would you rather unload the stuff? We just go around the block.”
“I’ll go with you,” Evan replied, not wanting to leave her side.
They talked easily as they walked, stopping every few feet for the cats to delicately sniff a bush or blade of grass.
“Do those cats sleep with you?” Evan asked, envisioning a hot scene with Ruby interrupted by an unwelcome feline presence. Or worse, one or both leaping onto his back at a crucial moment and giving him a heart attack.
“Actually, it’s really weird, but they never come upstairs at all. Their domain includes the kitchen, laundry room and sunroom. They sleep curled up together on one of the sofas or on the large windowsill of the bay window. It’s the most adorable thing you ever saw.”
Evan, more of a dog person, offered a less than sincere, “How sweet.”
As they talked about their travels, the sexual tension buzzed between them like an electric current. Though her “thank you” back at the warehouse had been beyond phenomenal, he was longing to make love to her. But first he would lock her up in that sexy prison stockade and do all sorts of wonderful, terrible things to her.
When they returned to the house, Ruby said, “I don’t know about you, but one apple was not enough lunch. You gave me a real workout,” she added with a grin.
“We’re only just getting started,” Evan said. He was more than ready to pick up where they’d left off, but a little sustenance before the next round was probably a good idea.
Ruby went to the refrigerator and pulled out several items as Evan took a seat on one of the barstools. “You pour the Perrier,” she instructed, “while I slice some cheese.”
She set two wine glasses in front of Evan. As he poured the sparkling water, she prepared a crackers and cheese platter. She selected another apple from the bowl and cut it into segments. “I could make sandwiches, if you like peanut butter and jelly,” she offered. “They said I could eat whatever’s here, but it’s mostly just breakfast foods. We could go out and grab a burger.”
“No, this is fine,” Evan sat on one of the barstools beside Ruby. He would have happily skipped the food and cut straight to the action.
“That’s better,” Ruby said after they’d cleaned the plate. “Now, where were we?”
Evan retrieved the gear bag from the car and then Ruby led him up the stairs. They entered the first room on the right, a large bedroom with a queen-size four-poster bed. There was also a bureau, a small writing desk with a chair, and one of those padded benches at the end of the bed.
Evan set the gear bag on the bench, anticipation fizzing like champagne bubbles in his blood. “So much to do, so little time,” he said with an evil grin. “I can’t wait to check out this prison stockade. I love the idea of you on your hands and knees, completely immobilized while I have my wicked way with you.”
Ruby perched on the edge of the bed as Evan pulled out the pieces of the stockade to reassemble. She hugged herself and shivered dramatically. “Oooh,” she breathed, her eyes shining. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear. You can start by getting out of all that unnecessary clothing while I put this thing back together.”
He couldn’t help sneaking glances at her as he worked. He loved how easy and relaxed she was with her body. It made her that much sexier.
He needed to focus to make sure he assembled the stockade correctly so it would be safe to use. The stockade rods could be adjusted for height and the steel collar shaft moved up and down to lock the head at different angles.
He attached the main steel rod between the short perpendicular cuff bars at either end, and adjusted the device for Ruby’s height. Next, he attached the upright adjustable steel collar rod near the front cuff bar so he could fully restrain her.
“That thing looks rough,” Ruby said, watching him work. “Those metal cuffs and collar could cause abrasions to the skin.”
“Oh, I almost forgot. Bring me the gear bag, will you?”
Ruby complied, and Evan rummaged a moment. He pulled out the packet of sheepskin lining that had come with the device. “We can’t be damaging the slave merchandise, hmm?” he teased. He tore open the packet and applied the adhesive-backed padding to the insides of the cuffs and collar. “Better?” he said, looking over at her.
“Much,” Ruby said with a nod, though she was hugging herself, perhaps a little anxious at what was to come. “Isn’t it funny how we worry about stuff like that?”
“It probably does seems weird to the uninitiated,” Evan agreed. “People who don’t understand that erotic pain is very specific and controlled. There’s no comparison between, say, the stinging stroke of a lash lovingly delivered and a clenched fist smashed into a jaw. The lash is erotic. The fist is just violent.”
“That’s it,” Ruby said emphatically. “You get it.”
“We get it,” Evan agreed as he got to his feet. He looked from the stockade to the lovely naked girl, and his cock turned to steel. “I want you to get on your hands and knees. I’m going to cuff your wrists and ankles, and then adjust this collar rod to keep you in place.”
“Don’t you think you should be naked, too?” Ruby said. “I mean, just in case…” She didn’t finish the thought, but she didn’t have to. Evan was more than happy to strip alongside her, since he absolutely planned to fuck her.
Ruby crouched on her hands and knees over the stockade’s base rod. Her long hair fell in a wavy curtain around her face.
“Do you have something I can pull your hair back with?” Evan asked, glancing around the bedroom.
“There should be something on the bureau,” Ruby replied, flipping her hair with a toss of her head.
Evan found a red hair-elastic and returned to her. Leaning down, he gathered her thick, soft hair into a ponytail and slid the elastic over it. “That’s better,” he said.
“Thanks,” Ruby said, twisting back to smile at him. She rested her forearms on the carpet as she placed her wrists in the open cuffs.
Evan squatted beside her and clicked the wrist cuffs into place. Scooting back, he locked her ankles into position. “Comfy?” he inquired, feasting on the sight of the bound, naked girl as he stroked his hard cock.
“As comfy as I can be in this position.”
“This will help support you, as well as keep you still.” Evan adjusted the knob on the collar shaft until it was the perfect height for her to rest her neck in its lined metal confines. He clicked it closed, a shot of adrenaline kicking through him now that she was once again totally at his mercy.
Even before a scene actually began, he always got a jolt when a sub put herself completely in his power. But with Ruby, the experience was intensified—maybe because she herself was such a strong personality, not a meek or docile bone in that hot body of hers. He wanted to be worthy of her submission, and the feeling was a new one, since usually his thoughts were more focused on his own gratification.
He crouched behind her and leaned forward so his chest was against her back. Letting his weight rest against her, he put his arms around her and cupped her breasts, finding her nipples with his fingers. He rolled them until they were hard.
Ruby moaned.
Keeping her nipples in his grip, he twisted, lightly at first, and then harder.
Ruby drew in a sharp breath, her body tensing beneath his.
“It’s good, right?” he murmured into her ear. “You need this pain. You need to suffer.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He let go of her nipples and cupped her breasts again as he kissed her ear and her neck. She smelled so good, like lemon and expensive soap. He was glad they’d moved from the openness of the warehouse space to this much more intimate setting.
“You know,” he said softly, reaching beneath her to cup her sex, “with the pain comes the pleasure.” Still draped over her, he slipped a finger into her cleft, stroking upward over the hard button of her clit. She shivered beneath him as he stroked the soft folds. She moaned as he slid a finger into her silky, wet heat.
“You ready for more?” he asked, pushing a second finger inside her.
“Yes, oh god, yes,” she gasped. “Please, Sir, will you fuck me?”
He chuckled softly, withdrawing his hand from her sticky sex. He had her right where he wanted her. “I will, but only if you take a proper whipping first. I want to mark that beautiful ass.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly.
He lifted himself from behind her and went to the bench. Reaching into the gear bag, he pulled out the single tail and snapped it in the air.
Ruby could see him from her position on the carpet. “Where did you get that?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“It’s another of the Leather Master’s wonderful creations.” He snapped it again, a cruel smile lifting his lips. “You already showed me you can deliver a single-tail whipping,” he added, “but can you take it?”
Her dark eyes flashed. “Bring it.”
He grinned. “I shall.” He walked slowly around her, admiring her lovely lines and curves. Her sex peeked from between her forcibly spread legs, the asterisk of her tight asshole begging for attention.
Returning to the gear bag, he removed the plastic grocery bag in which he’d placed some KY and a tube of Arnica. Going over to his jeans, he pulled out his wallet and found the packet of three condoms he always kept there.
Coming around behind Ruby, he bent down and stroked her rounded ass. He smacked her cheeks lightly, readying the skin for the lash. “Ten strokes,” he said, recalling the wicked whipping she’d given him in the Byrnes’ dungeon. “You will count for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Adjusting his position, he flicked the tip of the single tail against her left cheek.
“One,” she said breathlessly, as a small, red welt rose on her smooth flesh.
He flicked the other cheek.
“Two.”
Taking a step back, he flicked both cheeks at once.
“Three,” she cried. “Ow, that hurts!”
“Doesn’t it, though,” Evan agreed. He snapped the whip against her sweet bottom in a steady rhythm as she yelped the count, until she finally wailed, “Ten, oh, ouch, ouch!”
Evan dropped the whip and reached for the tube of Arnica. “You did good, Ruby,” he said as he rubbed the soothing balm into her reddened skin. “Not exactly the silence I would expect from a trained slave,” he added with a chuckle, “but you did okay.”
He moved around to crouch in front of her. Taking her face in his hands, he said gently, “Hey, you all right?” He kissed her cheek. Her skin was hot to the touch. “Was it too much?”
Her eyes were fever-bright, her cheeks flushed. “Oh, no, Sir,” she breathed. “It was just right. Thank you, Sir.”
Evan smiled. “Good girl. You ready for your reward?”
She nodded eagerly, making him laugh.
Evan grabbed the condom packet and tore away the wrapper. Crouching behind Ruby, he slid it over his shaft. She looked so hot, cuffed and collared in the stockade, her pussy peeking between her legs. He stroked the soft, swollen folds. She was wet and ready for him.
Unable to hold back another second, he positioned the head of his sheathed cock at her entrance and eased himself inside. He put his hands on her hips and swiveled inside her. She groaned, pushing back against him to take him deeper. Her strong vaginal muscles rippled over his shaft.
“So good, so good,” he moaned. He was in heaven, his cock encased in the satiny soft, slick perfection of her cunt as he stroked her from the inside out.
Reaching beneath her body, he found her hooded clit. He circled his finger around it until she was panting. Keeping his hand on her sex, he thrust inside her until she was mewling like a kitten. He willed himself to hold off until she was ready.
“Oh god,” she finally cried out. “Oh, god, oh yes, oh please…” She trembled, her vaginal muscles contracting like a glove around his shaft.
“That’s it,” he panted, his fingers still flying over her sex. “Come for me, Ruby. Now.”
She moaned, the sound low and feral, as she shuddered against him. Letting go, he climaxed inside her, the blinding pleasure rendering him nearly unconscious for a moment or two.
When he came to himself, she was still trembling in her bonds, though the shuddering had ceased. Evan eased himself out of her and stripped off the spent condom, which he dropped into the plastic bag.
He got to his feet and moved quickly around her, releasing her ankles and wrists, and finally her neck, from the shackles that held her in place. Before she could fall to the ground, he put his hands beneath her and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the high bed and set her gently on the pale yellow quilt.
Sitting on the bed beside her, he grabbed one of the bottles of water she’d placed on the nightstand along with a tube of salve.
She lifted her head, her eyes glazed, her color high. He kept hold of the bottle as he tilted it to her lips. She drank and then let her head flop back down on the pillows.
“You okay, Ruby?” A strange tenderness had overtaken him, as if she were the most precious and vulnerable creature in the world, and he held her life in his hands. He didn’t quite know what to do with his emotions, which left him feeling rather vulnerable as well—not something he was used to.
Unsure what to do with these new, strange feelings, he pushed them away, focusing instead on aftercare, which he would give to any sub he scened with, even the most causal pickup at a club.
Her wrists, ankles and neck were a little red from the restraints, though the skin wasn’t chafed. Taking the tube of Arnica, he smoothed it over the reddened skin, savoring the feel of her soft, supple flesh. When he was done, he reached beneath her head to gently pull away the hair elastic.
“Oh, yeah,” she replied, a smile spreading slowly over her face. “I’m definitely okay. That was fucking awesome, Evan. I love that stockade thing. I felt so deliciously helpless. It was really intense. Thank you.” She shook her head, fanning her dark, shiny hair over the pillow. Then she sighed contentedly and closed her eyes.
“You’re more than welcome, sexy girl.” Evan stroked a thick tendril of hair from her face and tucked it behind one perfect ear. He’d managed to recover from the odd sense of vulnerability and was eager for more play. “Ready for the next toy?”
Ruby didn’t respond. Her lips had parted, her breathing now deep and even.
Evan shook his head and smiled. “Guess not,” he whispered. Stretching out beside her, he took her into his arms and closed his eyes.
Chapter 5
Ruby opened her eyes, momentarily disoriented. She was trapped beneath Evan’s arm, which was flung over her chest. His leg was over her thigh. His mouth was open and he was snoring softly, his hair flopped over his eyes.
Easing carefully out from under him, she slipped silently from the bed. Padding to the bathroom, she slid the
pocket door closed so as not to disturb him. She used the toilet and washed her face and hands. In the mirror, her eyes were bright, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed from sleep. She looked happy.
She was happy. Whatever was happening with this handsome man, it was a fun, new adventure. Ruby loved adventure in whatever form it might take. She lived in the moment and, right now, the moment was very, very good.
Returning to the bedroom, she walked back to the bed and lay down beside Evan, leaning up on an elbow as she faced him. He looked younger in sleep, the laugh lines at his eyes and on either side of his mouth less pronounced. His thick, reddish blond lashes brushed his cheeks and his lips were slightly chapped.
On an impulse, she leaned down to lightly touch them with her own. Like an enchanted prince in a fairytale, he opened his eyes at her kiss. He looked sleepily at her a moment, and then he smiled—an open, sunny smile that warmed her heart. He held out his arms and she snuggled into them.
“Hey,” he said sleepily. “I thought I wore you out, but I guess it was the other way around.”
She chuckled. “I think you wore us both out. That nap was just the ticket.” She pulled gently out of his embrace so she could see his face. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten your side of the bargain. You better have packed that Zeus electrosex penis band, boy.”
Evan laughed. “So it’s boy now, is it? What happened to Sir?”
Ruby shrugged. “A deal is a deal. Your turn to be the guinea pig.”
Evan sat up, apparently fully awake now. “I don’t know,” he said running his hand through his hair. “It’s getting kind of late and—”
“Oh, no,” she laughed. “You’re not getting out of it that easily.” She scooted down to the end of the bed and slid onto the bench beside the gear bag. Rummaging inside, she found the plastic-wrapped item she was looking for, along with the e-stim power box that would give it juice. She held the items up for Evan to see.
“Okay, okay,” he said with a grin. “Let me pee first, will ya?”
“I guess so,” she said in a pretend grudging voice. “But then get that sexy butt of yours back in here. It’s my turn to run the scene.”