Page 8 of Conflicted
Chapter Three
On Friday evening, Ruby grinned at her bestie as she entered Club Indigo and spotted her friend. From Sandra’s languid expression and the clearly visible rope marks on her bare arms and legs, Sandra and her husband GT had scened before Ruby arrived, and now wanted to wind down at the bar.
Ruby toyed with her lip piercing. She couldn’t imagine herself engaging in a full-time relationship with a Rope Top, like her best friend. Which made her think about her relationship with Will. Ruby liked him very much, but Will was learning to be a Bakushi, like GT.
Although Ruby enjoyed bondage, she wasn’t merely a rope bunny, and didn't it put her in an awkward predicament. Ruby cared for Will – an awful lot – but their kinks just didn't align. She liked impact play, forced orgasms and orgasm denial, wax play, and was genuinely curious about a lot of other BDSM practices, too. She wouldn’t be satisfied with mainly bondage on the kinky menu since she wanted diversity.
Ruby ambled over to the bar where Bob was performing his favorite duty.
“Good evening. What can I get you?” His bearded face split into a welcoming grin and she reciprocated.
“Hey, Bob. For now, I would love a glass of red wine,” Ruby answered.
Bob arched an eyebrow. “For now?” He placed his forearm on the bar top and leaned forward. “Consider me intrigued.”
Ruby threw back her head and laughed. “Do you feel like topping or bottoming tonight?”
“Hmm,” he elongated the sound and grinned. “Let’s assume I’m in a dominant mood. That would place your behavior in the topping from the bottom category, now wouldn’t it?”
Ruby grinned back. “Uh-huh.”
Bob’s free hand snaked out, and he tangled his hand in her hair at the back of her head. With a firm grip on her multi-colored strands, he pulled her head back. The hold not only kept her immobile, but it also forced her to expose her throat to him. “I don’t think I heard you right.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
A warm mouth pressed against the sensitive skin of her neck. The softness of Bob’s lips contrasted starkly with the unyielding grip he had on her hair, and she melted for him. Ruby pressed her knees against the hard bar side to keep them from buckling.
“After you’ve finished your wine, I expect you to go to the medical room, strip, and kneel. My shift is over in ten minutes. Tonight, I’m going to top you, Ruby.”
He let go of her and resumed his bartending duties like nothing had occurred. Ruby’s throbbing pussy and pebbled nipples begged to differ.
A sound between a whistle and a sigh had her turning around, and she looked into Sandra’s grinning face. Ruby leaned over for a quick hug.
“You know,” Sandra fanned herself, “Bob is totally hot when in Dom-mode.
Ruby nodded. “True. Although I like Will and I like being tied by him, Bob’s play is more varied. Sadly, Bob is definitely a switch, and most of the time, he doesn’t give me the tingles a ‘real’ Dom does.” Sandra made an affirmative sound before Ruby continued, “Bob likes to play with a Mistress, too, and I don’t think I ever want to dominate.”
Sandra shuddered at the consideration. “You know you made me play a Domme once, and I didn’t make it through more than fifteen minutes. It was horrible.” Sandra’s eyebrows drew together. She opened her mouth to speak, paused for a moment, and continued, “What are you going to do about the men?”
Ruby pulled her shoulders to her ears. “I’m not sure. Maybe neither man is right for me.”
Sandra’s lips tugged like she was suppressing a smile and her eyes danced with mischief. “Maybe you could have them both?”
