Chapter 02: Emerald
I open my eyes slowly, allowing my long lashes to graze the cool evening air. The night had grown thick too quickly and I shudder at the thought of what was to come. As I shake my head slowly, I feel my long black curls tickle against my bare shoulder blades.
The night had somehow grown quite thick seemingly ahead of its time. The coldness in the air tickled across my vulnerable skin as I waited, my nipples painfully hardened by the chill. I crave to conceal them, but cannot for my wrists are bound around the tree behind my back.
In front of me, I see Master's favorite pet. Her long red hair flows over her naked torso, pooling at her feet. She kneels before me, a look of jealous anger flickering through her wide eyes. I understand her hatred of me, yet despise her because of it.
His fingertips graze the back of my thigh. My dark green eyes flicker in His direction for a moment before I drop them to the forest floor again. I crave the freedom of looking into His face and reading His eyes. Unable to hold back, I risk looking back up at Him.
"A slave never belongs looking at her Master without permission," He scolds me quietly. "For that, you will pay."
I shudder as my eyes drop to the ground again, ashamed of my boldness. I can sense Him walking away from me, and immediately I feel teardrops burning beneath my eyes. He returns a few moments later and crouches before me. My ankles are then secured tightly to a separator bar that was designed to keep my legs spread three feet apart.
With a snap of His fingers, Ruby runs to Him and folds to her kneeling position immediately, her hands on the back of her neck, holding her hair back. I search her face for a sign of discomfort being so near my exposed body, but I sense none. She seems natural, almost calmer.
Master opens a small jar of honey then, allowing the sweet sent to tickle my nose the moment the lid is slipped off. From the corners of my eyes, I can see His fingers dip into the cool syrup. He brings His coated fingers between my legs and rubs the yellow syrup on the upper inside of each thigh. His fingers return to the jar for a moment before I feel a cool stickiness pressed against my pussy, a finger tapping on top of my exposed clit. He stands up and steps back before snapping His fingers again.
I pull on my binds and scream the moment I feel Ruby's tongue on the inside of my thigh. The sensation is as overwhelming as if she tickled me and I find myself begging for Master to call an end to it. He does not. I glance His way a moment and am angry, yet appreciative to see His powerful frame leaning against another tree, His arms folded before Him. Every time I catch myself gazing at Him, I blush – knowing full well that He is comparable only to an icon of worship.
Ruby expertly works her tongue around the honey, cleaning it with small circular movements. Occasionally, I can feel her teeth sink into my pussy lip softly for only a moment before she returns to cleaning the stickiness. Master groans quietly when Ruby's tongue reaches out and flicks at my clit. Her tongue stretches out as far as it can and I feel her press the base of it against me. Within a minute, she jerks her tongue back into her mouth, letting the length of it slip across the most sensitive part of my clit, making me cry out once more.
I scream for her to stop as she repeats it a few times, knowing full well how it affects me. When the honey is cleaned up, she sits back on her haunches and looks at me with anger deep in her eyes. I could see the hateful words she was dying to tell me, but knew very well that she wouldn't risk it.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Master questioned her almost immediately. She panics and turns to Him in fear, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. I watch Master as He walks over to the folding chair He brought to the woods with us and sits on it with ease. "Come here, my disobedient slut," He orders her. She hangs her head and complies immediately. I watch as He directs her over His knee, raising His right leg higher than His left to make a perfect target out of her bottom. She is trembling. "You do as I tell you to do and you stop only when I say," He growls, His voice deep with disappointment.
I watch with awe as His large hand raises and crashes down on her upturned bottom with a loud smack. She obediently places her hands behind her neck to stop from resisting. His hand lands again and I hear her cry softly this time. Then, in disbelief, I watch as she rolls her hips back to push her bottom out for Him, giving her Master a better target. I knew that even after only two slaps, I would never be ready to submit myself that willingly.
About twenty slaps rain down on her bottom with strength I knew Master hadn't used on me before. It is evident to me now that He expects more from His favorite pet and feels twice as angry when she messes up. She is crying as He spanks her, but not once does she pull away or try to roll off His lap. She stays put, presenting her bottom to Him after every slap.
The pinkness in her bottom quickly turns to a burning red and I smile slowly, feeling like she earned this for the dirty look she gave me. Her tears are music to my ears as Master's hand spanks her repeatedly.
Suddenly He stops and I watch with envy as He comforts her, His hand lovingly rubbing her sore bottom. He lifts her to her feet then before standing up and nearing me. I am grateful for a moment as He unties my wrists, releasing me from my position against the tree. He goes back to His chair again and sits down slowly, helping Ruby across His lap once more. She sobs, silently pleading with Him to not spank her again, while I silently hope He does.
