Ruby stepped into the trap entirely willingly, Sam’s hand around her waist was just an added bonus to the proceedings, he’d planned it perfectly, she could feel that when she stepped in, trapped more than the chains could ever make her. But he had her, completely, chains and trap. There was no escape. She’d missed giving herself over to him, entirely, missed how it felt to submit to his will and missed the simple touch of his lips on hers. His hand on her face as he brushed hair from her eyes. It was different to everything they’d done before. She’d say better but then she probably would have, here in this situation, with Sam chaining her up from that hook on the ceiling she’d most definitely say better. She didn’t understand why everyone didn’t want this. Didn’t crave it. They were missing out.
“I’m fine” she told him when he asked about comfort. She was perfectly content where she was, the slight strain at her wrists pleasurable rather than painful, or maybe it was both, either way she was entirely ready for him to take her, to give out pleasure and pain in equal measure just the way he liked to when he was with her, it had been so long coming. So long from the last time he’d touched her, and now, here, standing before him in virginal white Ruby was ready to change all that again. She’d missed him so very much and she really had missed this too, the closeness borne of their love, their shared tastes. She loved the idea that she was the only one with strength enough to really fulfil him, its the only thing that kept her going, thinking of him with other women, he could never have been himself with them. Not like he was with her.
“Now do what you want. And don’t worry about me, there’s nothing you could possibly do that I wouldn’t enjoy”