She wasn't suprised when he told her what he wanted. He did have his favourites when it came to their sex life, and he had always enjoyed tying her up, or down, or wherever seemed most conveniant. In this case it happened to be the straps on the bed, all the better for him to take what he wanted from her. And she'd already begun to get her reward when he slammed her back into the wall, hands gripping her hips tightly. Her man really knew how to please her. He always had. He was staring at her like there was nothing or no one else in the world but the two of them. Ruby knew what she did to Sam, she'd always known. And once upon a time she'd used it to his detriment. But now it was different. Now they were together and that was all that was important. Because you didn't just look at someone like that if you didn't love them.
He told her to lie down and Ruby obayed wih a murmered yes sliding down from her position against the wall to lie on the bed, hands and feet falling in to place so he could do what he wanted as regards the straps. She had some idea of how it would go, he'd get her where he wanted her and then he'd cut her. Take her blood. She knew on some level that she should refuse him. Tell him it was better if it was just sex, just proving it was she, and only she, that he wanted. But she wouldn't. No, Ruby already knew Sam was going to get his fix from her, and a great part of her didn't care. He got what he wanted, he always gto what he wanted.
He was smirking at her again, just watching her much as she knew full well he knew every inch of her. "Take what you want" she told him, still with the cockiness of her previous life. The game wasn't over. "But remember what you promised me."