Page 9 of Conflicted
Ruby shook her head and chuckled. Yeah, right. “Last time I checked polyamory wasn’t socially acceptable.”
“Since when do you bother about society?” A delicate eyebrow arched.
“True. Although I don’t see Will sharing a woman, he’s way too possessive, and even if he would that still doesn’t solve Bob’s desire to submit to a Mistress.” Ruby sighed. “I’m also not sure a threesome would work long-term.”
“Kate, Chris, and Yvonne seem to manage.” Sandra pointed out with gleaming eyes.
“True.” Ruby leaned in for another hug and peered over Sandra’s shoulder at GT. “Does he know how bad you are?”
Sandra pulled back and looked over her shoulder at her husband and Dom. GT raised an eyebrow, and Sandra shrugged. “What the Top doesn’t know won’t hurt the bottom.”
Ruby threw back her head and laughed out loud at Sandra’s twist on the idiom, earning herself a few frowns and a lifted eyebrow from Bob. His expression came eerily close to the glance GT had given her best friend a few moments ago. Yikes, he really has his Top hat on, and I’m going to feel it later. Why the mix of excitement and trepidation held so much appeal to her, she didn’t know, but it did.
“He’s letting you wander around?” she asked her best friend, more to distract herself than anything.
Sandra chuckled. “That would be way over the top. GT isn’t that possessive.”
Ruby narrowed her eyes, maybe not – at least not in an asshole sort of way – but he was a Dom and absolutely smitten with his wife.
“Well,” Ruby downed the remainder of her wine and pushed herself away from the bar top, “I have been given an order, which I intend to obey.”
Sandra snickered, her mind half on her husband. “For now.”
Leaving her best friend to return to GT, Ruby climbed the stairs and entered the medical room. She had a love-hate relationship with the space. The threat of having tubes, needles, or dilators stuck into her made her break out in a sweat but also had her pressing her thighs together at the sudden arousal. I’m not a masochist, so I shouldn’t like it.
Ruby tore her gaze away from the enema bag and started to strip out of her clothes. Upstairs she couldn’t hear much of the sounds in the club, and a longing so intense it almost made her double over in pain manifested in her chest. A chill, which had nothing to do with her state of undress or the room temperature, ran down her spine, and goosebumps erupted on her skin.
She barely had time before Bob entered the room. She kept her eyes lowered as he strode over to her, his steps measured and unhurried. A warm hand landed on her hair, and he stroked her head.
“Beautifully done, Ruby. You’re such a pretty girl – such a good submissive.”
She wasn’t, but she enjoyed his compliments anyway. If I’d really been pretty and good, my father wouldn’t have left my mom and me behind.
A finger under her chin tipped her head back, and she blinked up at Bob, who deliberately lowered his head to scrutinize her.
He stroked his thumb over her cheek. “Such a doubtful expression. Don’t you believe I find you attractive? Or is your skepticism about your appeal as a submissive?”
She tried to turn away, but Bob shifted his hand and prevented her from moving her head. Ruby expected him to speak, but not only was he firmly in Demon Dom Mode but also a skilled therapist. Since he mainly worked with soldiers suffering from PTSD, her glower wouldn’t impress him.
“Ah... a little of both, I guess.” Ruby forced the words past a dry throat.
Bob bent and softly brushed a kiss over her lips. “Thank you for your honesty, pretty girl.” Before she could react to his endearment, he slanted his mouth over her and took her into a deep and searing kiss. Pulling her with him in a maelstrom of sensations.
His mouth covered, possessed and consumed. Ruby accepted the devouring hunger of his tongue, meeting him trust for trust with her own. The sensation of his rough and yet soft beard delivered the message she was kissing a man, not a boy or a girl. The dance of seduction and dominance emphasized his state of mind and left her not a single doubt of who would be in charge.
Blood rushed from her brain to her nipples and lower, leaving a tingling in its wake. Bob’s passion had the intoxication taste of coffee and something sweet. She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the hungry sound.
Thankful she was kneeling – because she wasn’t sure her legs would have supported her – she gave in and submitted to his mouth and rhythm. She accepted his intrusion as he left no part of her mouth untouched. His lips soft and velvety and his tongue strong and aggressive – and his tantalizing beard, as Bob continued to consume her mouth. Ruby reveled in his attention and enjoyed his taste.
When he pulled back, his lips were wet, slightly swollen, and tipped up at the corners. “Up onto the exam table with you.” Bob’s eyes twinkled as he held out a hand to help Ruby up and waited for her to find her footing.
He turned towards the white lab coat, which hung on a peg with a stethoscope, and pulled it over his shoulders. It transformed him from Bob, the bartender/therapist/part-time Dom into Doctor Bob, and he gave Ruby the tingles. On wobbly legs she obeyed his order and waited for him to turn back to her.
Ruby moved restlessly on the medical table, the exam table paper crunching under her butt. I am not looking at the enema bag.
Her body still humming with the languid aftermath of her scene with Bob, Ruby leaned her arms on the bar top and watched Chris move around behind the bar. The construction worker presented as a fine sight from the back as the front. Right now, she was admiring the stretch and pull of his rippling shoulder muscles and taut ass as he stacked the shelves behind the bar.
“Good evening, Rubyella,” the dark rumbling voice sent goosebumps across her skin.
