Page 60 of Rubies and Revenge

“Well spotted.”

Her hand wraps loosely around my throat, her thumb propping my chin up uncomfortably high. “I only have so much tolerance, princess. You push me too far, and I’ll have to stop. Do you understand?”

I swallow hard. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” Her thumb finds my lower lip and presses down on it, exposing my teeth. She stares for a long second, brown eyes hooded, and then lets go. “We’ll use the stoplight system. If you’re good, you’re green. If at any time you want to slow down, you say yellow. If you want to stop, red. And if your mouth is otherwise occupied, pinch me. Understand?”

“Is that really necess?—”

Her nail scrapes over my jaw. “Do you understand?”

“Fine,” I concede without grace.

“What’s yellow?” she asks.

“Slow down,” I grumble.

“Red?”

“Stop.”

She nods, her free arm circling my waist. “And if you can’t speak?”

“Punch you?” I hazard, voice bright with faux innocence.

She sighs. “Good enough.” And then she undoes the busks at my back, unwrapping my corset from my torso as if I’m a gift. My breasts relax, free from constraints, and immediately her tongue traces their curves from collarbone to areola and backagain. I arch into the heat of her mouth as her fingers dig into my hips like she might be ripped from me at any moment.

It’s too late for that now. Now that I’ve given in, I don’t want to stop. I find the buttons of her shirt and undo each one until I can slip it down her shoulders and reveal her white tank, her tattoos scrolling over her skin like filigree. The sight of it has me licking my lips, mouth dry like I need a drink and the only one around is Tamayo.

But before I can sate my thirst, her grip shifts to press me back, back, back to lie across the bar, hair and ass hanging off either edge. My knees are lifted until they rest on her shoulders, and her mouth carves a spit-slicked path from my tummy down to my thighs. My panties are wet with want, my core tight and impatient. I try to grab her head to guide her where I need her.

Tamayo tuts. “Don’t top from the bottom, princess, or I’ll have to put you in your place.”

“And what’s my place?” I don’t remove my hands. My skirt is scrunched up around my hips, my breasts are puckering in the cold air, and Tamayo isnottouching me.

“Keep running that mouth, and you’ll find out.” She yanks me forward by my hips, and I yelp, off-balance and scrambling over the smooth wood to find somewhere to hold on. Her forearms band across my stomach to keep me in place as she presses kisses along my inner thighs.

I hold my breath in anticipation as hers caresses my skin, my lips, my clit, but never coalescing into the pressure of her tongue against me. “Tamayo.” I barely keep the whine out of my voice.

“Hm?” The sound huffs against my skin.

I almost grab her head again but clench my fists and release an irritated sigh instead. “Touch me.”

“Say please.” Her words shiver over my clit and up my spine.

I groan and fall back against the bartop. She spent time and energy convincing me, but now she wants me to beg. Me, aGallo. I don’t beg. I try to raise my hips, to press my clit to her mouth still hovering over it, just out of reach. Her arm over my stomach clamps down harder, holding me in place. I wriggle harder against her grip.

Tamayo’s fingers dig into my inner thigh. “Patience, princess.”

Without thinking, I reach for her head to push her back where she’s most useful.

She pulls back out of my grip. “Hands to yourself.”

“Just—” I flop back with grunt. “Touch me!”

Tamayo throws one of my legs over the other and lands a smack on my lace-covered ass. Sweet-stinging pain reverberates through the cheek, up my back, and out of my throat with a breathy groan. And then she lands another. And another. Each one punches a moan out of my chest, the sound uncontrollable. Her rough callouses soothe over the sensitive skin. “Want to try that again?”

Maybe it’s because I can’t see her face or she can’t see mine, but I don’t control what comes out of my mouth next. “Which part, the spanking or the laying there, bored?”