Page 63 of Rubies and Revenge

A shiver rips up my spine.

She hums, like she noticed, and the sound travels over my heated cheeks. She pulls the belt tight around my wrists, the leather soft and forgiving. Like with my hair, she uses it to move me, yanking me flush against her chest as she presses her fingers under my chin and captures my lips. I moan into the kiss, touched with pleasurable intent for the first time since she laid me out on the bar top.

My fingers yearn for her skin beneath them, reaching and seeking where they can. But she holds them in place against my lower back and does what I wish I could do to her—explores my body, travels the dips and curves of my neck to my collarbones over the swell of my breasts and down the slope of my stomach. Yet she avoids the core of me. She digs into my hips, my inner thighs, but never where I want her most. And all the while, she steals the air from my lungs with her kiss until my chest is heaving with the effort to breathe.

And then Tamayo is guiding me forward until my thighs hitthe arm of the sofa and pressing me over it. I go without thinking, high on her kiss. My face falls into the leather, no way for me to hold myself up off the seat, my cheek pressing into the soft material and my hair falling over my face uncomfortably. She leans over me, lips dragging up my back and her body encompassing the whole of me as she traverses up my spine over my shoulders and sweeps my hair back for me.

Her lips pause at my ear, tongue flicking the lobe. “What to do with you, hm?” Her breath against my skin is both warm and cool where she licked. “How were you both cheeky and good? It baffles the mind.”

I breathe to answer, but the moment my mouth opens, she stuffs two fingers inside it.

“Ah-ah,” she chastises. “No more cheek, princess. I’ve had enough, I think.”

I swirl my tongue around her fingers and grind my ass back against her. She chuckles. “Still not learning, hm? Patience.”

I don’t stop—my hips or my tongue—and Tamayo sighs. “Fine, then.”

She pulls out of my mouth, spit trailing down my lips and over the sofa, and stands straight. Her hands leave my wrists, my body, and she steps away from my legs. I try to twist around to find her, but I can’t. The way I’m lying across the arm of the couch, my wrists tied behind my back, I don’t have the right leverage. Not without rolling half off the seat.

A smack lands on my ass. Hard.

I gasp. The spot stings and then dulls into a burn. Tamayo grabs each cheek, massaging and rubbing. It both soothes and deepens the feeling, driving it out of my ass and straight to my pussy, making me clench around nothing.

She spanks me again, in the same spot, and this time a moan is punched out of my lungs. Her fingers play with my cheeks, squeezing and then dropping them as if to watch them jiggle. Ihide my face in the couch. But then she swipes up the seam of me, and I jolt, finally touched after so long.

She snorts, almost condescending. “You’re so wet. You like this, hm? Cheeky slut likes it when I spank her.”

My body is a blushing mess. I do like it, and I don’t know why.

“Is this why you don’t listen to me?” Her nails scrape over my skin, right where she smacked me twice. “You know you don’t have to act out. All you have to do is ask.”

Without thinking, I press back into her grip. Immediately, she spanks me once, twice, thrice. I shudder as the sharp bite of her hands twists into heightened sensitivity. The leather couch against my clit, my breasts, my face is like rough hands now.

“See, just ask.” She presses a kiss to the dip of my lower back, just below my bound wrists, at the same time she pulls off my panties. Cold air brushes over my wet pussy, and a whimper leaves my mouth without permission. Tamayo’s lips follow the path of my panties, kissing and licking down to my knees. She lifts each foot out of them, heels still strapped to my feet, and stands straight again.

Her hands dig into the meat of my ass again, thumbs pulling my cheeks apart, putting me on display. Shame wriggles over my skin and swirls into the cocktail of arousal, pleasure, pain, and growing desperation.

“Tamayo.” I draw her name out on a whine, like I’m asking for something. My hands try to find hers, but she swats them away as she yanks my hips back from the couch and kicks my legs apart. Spread wide open, face pressed into the seat, wrists tied, I can’t do a damn thing. I have barely enough leverage to tilt my hips, let alone press forward to find friction against the sofa.

And then she lies across my back, weight heavy but not suffocating. My hands are pinned between us as she threads herfingers through my hair and turns my head, not allowing me to hide anymore. “Did you like it when I used your face to make myself come? Did you like being treated like my toy?”

Another whimper escapes me without permission.

She kisses my cheek. “Speak up, princess.”

God damn it. “Yes. I liked it.”

“What else do you like?” She drags her nose along my cheekbone and back again.

I swallow hard. “When you spank me.”

Her nails scrape over my scalp. “And.”

I lick my lips. “When you fuck me into the sofa.”

She pulls back with a glint of mischief in her brown eyes and a smirk. “I’m not sure cheeky sluts deserve to be fucked into the sofa.”

“Tamayo.” I do my best to salvage what little dignity I still have.

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