Tangled Vows (Mistress Book 1)

by Stone, Anna

  Yvonne rose from her chair and walked over to the bed, beckoning Ruby to follow. Ruby crawled after her. Yvonne suppressed a smile. She hadn’t even asked, yet Ruby had remained on her hands and knees.

  Yvonne reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside Ruby. She removed her bra, adding it to the dress.

  “You may rise,” she said.

  Ruby stood up. Her gaze wandered over Yvonne’s nude body greedily. But Yvonne only gave Ruby a few moments to admire her before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her onto the bed.

  Ruby stared back up at Yvonne. The surprise in her eyes quickly transformed into desire.

  Yvonne climbed onto the bed and took Ruby’s shoulders, turning Ruby onto her stomach. She straddled Ruby’s body, facing her feet, and pinned Ruby’s arms against her sides with her knees.

  Ruby wriggled underneath her, purring with delight. Yvonne was starting to enjoy this brand of roughness Ruby loved. It was satisfying, watching Ruby pant and writhe, getting more and more worked up as she did.

  With Ruby still squirming underneath her, Yvonne reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Ruby’s eyes grew wide. Yvonne took Ruby’s wrists and drew them together at the small of Ruby’s back, fastening the handcuffs around Ruby’s wrists. Ruby tugged at them, wriggling even harder.

  Yvonne delivered a sharp slap to Ruby’s ass cheek, then two more for good measure. “Stop it.”

  Ruby sucked in a breath and stopped moving. Yvonne skimmed her fingertips down one side of Ruby’s back, all the way to her ass. She drew it along the curve at the base of Ruby’s ass cheek, letting a finger slide between Ruby’s thighs.

  “You’re practically dripping,” Yvonne said. “I could make you come in seconds if I wanted to.” She pressed Ruby’s wet panties into her slit, drawing a shiver from her. “But I’m only getting started.”

  Yvonne got up from the bed, went over to the dresser and selected one of her riding crops, a shorter one with a narrow leather tip. She returned to the bed to find that Ruby had barely moved, not even to look at what Yvonne was doing. She pushed Ruby’s cuffed hands higher up her back, then grabbed the waistband of Ruby’s panties, yanking them down her legs.

  “I should punish you for defying me with all that teasing, that wriggling.” Yvonne drew the riding crop up the back of Ruby’s thigh. “Do you need to be punished, Ruby?”

  Ruby let out a breath. “Yes, Mistress. Please .”

  Yvonne let out a sharp breath. Ruby was actually begging for her Mistress’s riding crop? Yvonne was long past the point of needing confirmation that the two of them were a perfect match, but this showed how right she was.

  Gathering herself, she raised the riding crop and brought it down on Ruby’s ass cheek, just a few testing taps at first. After each one, Ruby arched up, her body begging for more. Yvonne flicked the crop against her with even more force, eliciting short, soft gasps from her. And when Yvonne struck her even harder, Ruby began to purr again.

  “You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” Yvonne traced the riding crop around the pink patches it had left on Ruby’s ass cheeks. “Fortunately for you, I could do this all night.”

  Yvonne brought the riding crop down, over and over, each strike punctuated by one of Ruby’s delightful squeals. Her whole ass was turning a vivid shade of scarlet, and her nether lips glistened with her arousal.

  As Ruby’s moans deepened, Yvonne decided it was time to replace pain with pleasure. She let the riding crop wander between Ruby’s ass cheeks and down between her lower lips. “You’re just about ready to come, aren’t you?”

  Ruby’s response was a drunken murmur. That was enough confirmation for Yvonne. Yvonne tossed the riding crop aside, replacing it between Ruby’s legs with her fingers. She slid them over Ruby’s slick folds, drawing a groan from her. Yvonne glided her fingers down to Ruby’s hard, pebbled nub, circling it gently.

  Ruby’s ass rose into the air as she pushed back against Yvonne greedily. Yvonne eased off a little, prompting a whine from Ruby, but she stopped trying to rush her Mistress.

  After teasing Ruby’s clit for a while longer, Yvonne ran her finger down to the other woman’s entrance. Ruby moaned, her hands moving higher up her back as she pulled at the handcuffs, her fingers forming fists.

  Grabbing onto Ruby’s hip, Yvonne slid her fingers inside Ruby’s warm heat, filling her slowly. Yvonne was gentle at first, delving into Ruby deeply and deliberately, curling against that spot inside that made her shudder and hitch. But as Ruby’s breaths grew heavier, Yvonne picked up the pace, fucking Ruby harder and deeper.

  “Mistress,” Ruby whispered. “Yes. Yes…”

  Yvonne kept her on edge, watching Ruby grow increasingly frantic. Her cuffed hands grasped at the air behind her back and her thighs quivered and shook. As wordless pleas began to spill from Ruby’s lips, Yvonne decided to give her the sweet release she was begging for.

  Yvonne raised her free hand above Ruby’s ass cheeks. All it took were a few short, sharp spanks with her palm, and Ruby cried out, her body trembling as an orgasm took her. Yvonne continued inside her, feeling the other woman’s walls gripping her, until at last, Ruby fell silent and still.

  Yvonne freed Ruby from the handcuffs and drew her into her arms, assailing her with a hot, hard kiss. Ruby melted into her, her lips soft and needy, her hands clinging limply at Yvonne’s waist and shoulders.

  After a moment, Ruby pulled back. “I don’t want to stop,” she murmured. “But I need to catch my breath before I pass out.”

  Yvonne chuckled. “All right. Come here.”

  Yvonne gathered Ruby into her arms again and settled back against the pillows. Ruby seemed a world away, and Yvonne was right there with her. The high she got from holding Ruby close, feeling the contentment radiating from her, was far better than the high she got from Ruby’s submission.

  Her wife’s happiness, her pleasure, was far more satisfying than anything else in the world.

  Epilogue

  R uby watched trees whiz by, the cool breeze whipping around her as the convertible sped down the road, the scent of the sea filling the air. She and Yvonne had been driving for what felt like hours, the city long behind them.

  She looked over to Yvonne in the driver’s seat. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

  Yvonne smiled, but she didn’t take her eyes off the road. “We’re almost there.”

  Ruby sat back and crossed her arms. What was Yvonne’s surprise? Yvonne had a good reason to do something grand. It had been a year since that night they’d gotten married in Vegas. Ruby had been counting down the days. She was feeling anxious about it, but not in a bad way. There was no question of whether she and Yvonne would remain together, but without the marriage agreement binding them, their relationship would enter uncharted territory. Ruby was uncertain of what the future held for them.

  But she was certain of how she felt about her wife .

  Yvonne pulled the car into a long, winding driveway. The salty ocean scent grew stronger, the melodic chirping of seagulls filling the air. Soon, a house came into view, an enormous sprawling mansion, old, but well kept.

  Yvonne parked the car outside the house and turned off the engine. “We’re here. Let’s go take a look.”

  Ruby got out of the car and stared up at the house. “Where is here, exactly? What is this place?”

  “This is our house,” Yvonne said. “Our vacation home, for when we want to escape it all, to get away from all the noise of the city.”

  Ruby turned to Yvonne, her eyes widening. “You bought this?”

  “Consider it an anniversary present.”

  “But where did you find the money? Did you get the rest of your inheritance already?”

  Yvonne nodded. “It came through this morning. The first thing I did with it was finalize the purchase of this house.”

  “I thought you had plans for the money. I thought you
wanted to invest what was left after you helped Nita.”

  “I am investing it. I’m investing it in us. I also put some of the money aside for when you finish culinary school. It’s more than enough for you to start your own bakery.”

  “My own bakery?”

  “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, but I wasn’t serious.” Ruby had only started culinary school months ago, having retired from escorting the minute she and Yvonne had made their relationship official. She hadn’t even thought about what she wanted to do once she finished. That was too far in the future. “I can’t run a bakery. I wouldn’t even know how.”

  “I can help you. I know a thing or two about running a business.”

  Ruby shook her head. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

  “You wouldn’t be asking. I’m offering. Like I said, I’m investing in us, in our future together.” Yvonne took Ruby’s hands in hers. “Speaking of the future, our year is up. We’re free of our arrangement. Free of all obligations.”

  “Yvonne, you couldn’t possibly think-”

  Yvonne held up her hand. “I don’t think you’re going to run off on me. But staying together is one thing. Remaining married is another. Marriage is a big commitment, and we’ve only known each other for a year. If you want us to start over without something that big hanging over us, we can do that. We can stay together, as a couple, and one day get married for real.”

  Ruby shook her head. “We are married for real, Yvonne. And I want us to stay that way. I want to continue to be your wife.”

  Yvonne smiled. “I’m glad you said that. I want to be your wife too. And I’ve been thinking about it. The circumstances of our marriage meant we never got to have a real wedding, that dream wedding you always wanted. It’s about time we fixed that, don’t you think?”

  Ruby frowned. “You’re not asking me to marry you, are you?”

  “I suppose I am.” Yvonne took Ruby’s left hand and carefully pulled the wedding band from Ruby’s finger. “You’ll have to forgive me for not getting down on one knee, but we’ve never cared for doing things the conventional way, have we?”

  Ruby’s heart skipped a beat. Yvonne was really doing this.

  “Ruth Scott.” Yvonne held the ring up between them. “My Ruby. Will you marry me?”

  Ruby smiled. “Yes, Yvonne. The answer is yes.”

  Yvonne took Ruby’s hand and slid the ring back onto Ruby’s finger, then drew her into a deep, endless kiss.

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