Thinking of Ari punishing Cheri by making her choose between two equally shiny/sparkly pieces of jewelry. She can't have both and the one she doesn't choose will go to one of the other subs. (At least that's what he tells her. Ari will actually save it for later.)
-Zombie
This didn't go the way I though it would. I don't think anyone would ever expect it 🫣 We can blame it on my period hormones 😅
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Dissolve
Dom!Ari Levinson x submissive female reader
Heart of Ruby Masterlist
warnings: None. A bit of angst. Hurt/comfort. Self-deprecation. Emotional support. Established relationship. Power exchange. Communication.
You know it's just teasing. A threat of shiny-stealing punishment that is meant to make you pout and make big eyes at Ari.
You know Ari means it in that lightly mean way that you both have established in your relationship - because you are obsessed with sparkly things, especially jewelry, and he has always supported that. He gifts you all the shiny things you wish, hung up suncatchers in your apartment for you to enjoy the speckles of light, he loves you even when you look like a disco ball.
So you know, when he mocks you for being more scared of not getting a shiny thing than from getting a spanking as a punishment, it's just a tease.
Because Ari doesn't mock you with cruel intention. Ever.
But somehow that certainty gets lost as an onslaught of dark thoughts avalanches to the front of your mind.
He's fed up with all the dumb sparkly things.
I don't deserve them anyway.
Some other submissive, a better submissive, deserves it more.
She'd appreciate it more and show him that sweet gratitude, while I'm only an annoyance.
A few minutes ago, if anyone told you what your partner and Master would tease you with, you'd be your usual self and boldly claim you're just gonna steal that other shiny gift from whoever it was given to.
As you look at the gorgeous bracelet and a matching anklet, and Ari's soft, teasing tone lays out the plan of taking one away for your misbehaving, the brat in you wilts.
Your fingers tremble as you twist them together in your lap, your shoulders lifting up as you curl slightly.
Tears well up in you eyes as the thoughts keep stabbing at you.
How ridiculous I am?! A good sub would feel bad for disappointing her Dom and that's a punishment itself, and I just cry over not getting jewelry!
Spoiled brat!
Shallow. Annoying. Stupid.
"I'm sorry," you whisper in a broken voice.
You can't make yourself look up at Ari. Tears start falling down and you drop your gaze to your bare feet.
"I'm so sorry for being a bad submissive. For wanting pretty things but being so terrible all the time. It's really better you give it to someone else. They will appreciate it and they deserve it- And I know I'm not- I don't-"
You don't see the way Ari's whole posture changes. He noticed the second your lower lip trembled and eyes turned misty, the way you hunched.
This wasn't a reaction he expected. Quite the opposite, the anticipated outcome was your pout, or bratty negotiations, or even daring to grab both pieces of jewelry right away and running away.
He had a plan of following that with your favorite type of body-wrecking, creatively evil punishment.
As it was with any scene, even in a relationship so grounded as yours, some scenes didn't go exactly like planned. Feelings happened. Reactions happened. Neurotransmitters happened. Which is why in a dynamic that relied on power exchange it's important to always look out for any signs and to react accordingly.
Ari knows a conversation is needed, since you seem to be struggling with anxious, self-deprecating thoughts that are rather a rarity for you.
However, now is not the moment for words and holding you at distance.
Instantly, he reaches for you, scooping you up into his arms.
Your warmth pressed to his body gives him a sense of calm, even as you shake and sob. Because you still curl into him, seeking his support.
He tightens his arms around you, one hand covering the back of your head and stroking gently.
"Let it all out," he says gently, kissing your forehead. "You're not bad and definitely not undeserving. And I'm going to remind you how I love you for everything about you, but for now I'm just going to hold you, okay? I'm gonna hold you, Cherie, and you just spill out all that bottled nasty crap."
You sob harder at his words. At the secure embrace he has you in.
You burrow yourself deeper into his arms, clutching at his shirt and pressing your face to his chest. Ari's heart pounds a little faster than usual, betraying his own emotional resonance to your breakdown.
"I love you." He states it softly.
It's not a hushed confession. It's the same firm certainty he tells you every time. A reminder. A vow. A truth.
You cry. For long, long minutes.
The thoughts keep popping back, slashing at you. But each passing minute, as you're still held by Ari, they lose the power. They dissolve, leaving only the light, warm liquid comfort of being loved whole.
🧚🏻♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + “I thought this is what you wanted, don’t get all shy on me now.” 😈
Spicy
Perhaps the word shy isn't one to associate with Cherie, but believe me, Master Ari knows how to get her into that state rapidly 😏
The heat of embarrassment at being exposed to everyone in your most vulnerable state is only a tad lower than the heat of Ari's evil, dark gaze drinking your messy state in.
Still, it all feels tepid to the actual heat spreading through your body.
Four zones of burning fire that pulses in waves, rippling further and further and crashing into one overwhelming tsunami.
Bound on the table placed on the main stage, like a sacrificial virgin for the devil to take and his wicked followers to enjoy; you're unable to escape the torment.
Usually, you didn't have much problem with being watched. You got used to it, having assisted Ari in his classes, as well being at the Ruby Garden so often. But there were certain moments when you barely could handle it - those moments when Master Ari truly stripped you of all the control and all the layers of bratty bravado, leaving you helpless and humiliated.
You close your eyes, letting out another pitiful whine. Writhing helplessly in your bonds, you turn your head to the side to avoid the gazes observing your ruin.
It makes Ari chuckle.
"I thought this is what you wanted, don't get all shy on me now." He mocks, trailing a single digit down your belly.
"You claimed the mood in the club tonight is too mild, Cherie." Ari's fingers travel lower and tease the crease in the juncture of your thigh.
"As a good Dom I felt obliged to deliver a solid dose of spice. Just for you."
And he did.
In the most wicked way.
Being strapped down made you giddy, but the simple addition that followed was what knocked your breath out of you and started your true torture.
Proving, once again, that Ari didn't need elaborate methods to masterfully wreck you.
Just like he said, Ari simply added some spice.
In the form of a dab of ginger lube on the plug that he pushed into your tight ass and smears of heat stimulating gel on your nipples and clit.
The warmth increased to burning within a few breaths. Not overbearing, but driving you straight into madness. You were sweaty in no time. And dripping onto the table.
Ari's feather-light touch adds to the sensations, heightening your desperate need for release. Which, of course, he isn't about to give you.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, I'm going to die," you babble, straining against your bonds as Ari's finger teases your wet, puffy folds.
"Mighty brat losing all fight with just a pinch of spice." Ari taunts you.
When two of his fingers drive into your dripping cunt, your body seizes and you moan loudly. You imagined it would bring much needed friction to ease the madness, but it seems to actually drop you straight into hell.
"Please, Master!" You beg as tears trickle out of the corners of your eyes.
"There, there," Ari coos, curling his fingers against your G-spot and making you arch in delirious pleasure. All mixed with dabs of fizzing pain.
"Gel and lube will lose their heat. At some point." He smirks, driving his fingers into you harder.
Before the heat disperses, you'll be a screaming mess; spicing up the mild evening for the whole club. Just like you wanted.
For A Very Ruby Valentines event, my prompt for you is Dom Ari + “Be a good boy and listen to me” 🤭😏
I wanna apologize to Cherie in advance for the trouble I’m about to get her in 😈🤭
I don't think I'm giving you exactly what you wanted, sorry. Angst hit me unexpectedly and took charge of it all. But Cherie still kinda gets into trouble? 🤭
Dom Ari Levinson x submissive female reader
Jealousy couldn't - shouldn't take place in a club like Ruby Garden.
It was a human emotion, sure, but when rules were clear, where your stance in your relationship was secure, a green eyed monster wasn't supposed to poke at you.
Yet here you were, watching Master Ari - your Master - grip a fistful of Jack's hair and order in a very calm, stern voice.
"Be a good boy and listen."
Ari was the Master, one of the few who had the power to interfere in any scene, to reprimand and punish any submissive belonging to the Ruby Garden as per protocol.
It didn't mean he was conducting the punishment as a part of a scene. You knew that. Of course you knew that.
It wasn't the first time Ari reacted to another submissive's misbehaving antics, either.
But for the first time it bothered you.
Okay, not the first time. There were incidents before. Right at the beginning of your relationship with Ari, when you were still starstruck and insecure, awaiting the moment he got tired or bored of you.
Theoretically, it's different now. You don't doubt his love or commitment. You know Ari never crosses a line of what you've established for your relationship within the club walls, as well outside of it.
Perhaps if it was any other submissive, that troll of jealousy wouldn't mock you.
Jack wasn't a bad person. He was even quite fun to be around.
But he was new - stealing attention, making so many Dominants and Dommes curious, bratting better than you, as well dragging other subs into his mischievous plans.
It's not like you were the only one permitted to be a brat in Ruby Garden. Quite the contrary, you were excited to have a partner in crime for future chaos.
A part of you, however, saw this interaction and felt sudden... loss.
Ari liked taming brats. Jack was a challenge. You were old news.
Swallowing a bile that formed in your throat, you slowly retreated, leaving Ari to deal with the other submissive.
You padded over to the bar section. Your first instinct was to boost your soured mood with a most girly, pinky, with cotton on top drink. Then you noticed a row of shots lined along the bar.
The Master minding the bar this evening had his back turned to you, and whoever ordered the shots didn't pick them up yet.
It would be a disaster if you dared...
One, for stealing someone else's order.
Two, for breaching the limit of two drinks per person a night.
You didn't hesitate. You picked the first shot glass, swallowing the burning in one go. Then the second one. Then next. And next.
When you slammed the fifth glass down the counter, your glossy gaze met with the stormy frown of Master Andy. His arms were crossed over his chest.
Then a solid presence cast a shadow over you as your own Master pressed against your back.
"Care to explain what you just did, Cherie?" Ari's voice was firmer than the way he addressed Jack just minutes ago.
You tilted your chine defiantly, but remained rooted to the spot, not daring to turn around and look up at Ari.
"Gave myself a happy hour." You cheekily replied, though the shaky anger in your tone was unmistakable.
"Five in one go." Master Andy informed.
Without being asked for his fucking lawyery case opening, you glared at him.
"She didn't order either of the shots." Andy continued, not the least bothered by your furious scrunch. "Plus, she keeps scowling at a Master." He pushed you deeper under the water of trouble.
"I see." Ari's voice made every single hair on your body stand to attention.
He gripped the back of your neck and in a well practiced move bent you over the bar top. He pulled your shorts down completely, leaving you bare from the waist down.
"I'm going to spank you until you cry." He declared. You knew it wouldn't be the fun kind of spanking. Nor hot. "Then you're going to pour drinks for other patrons for the rest of the evening. Naked. With your burning ass on display. Every time I decide your walk becomes less stiff, I'm going to spank you again. So that you're reminded it's not a fun bartending role play, but a punishment."
"Yes, Sir." You whimper, feeling the tears already gathering beneath your eyelids.
Ari's hand splayed on your buttock, kneading the flesh in preparation for merciless slaps.
He leaned over you, still holding the back of your neck with his other hand as he spoke quietly into your ear.
"After the punishment is over, you will sit in my lap and explain what made you do it."
"Yes, Sir," you sniffled.
Something heavy lifted off your chest with his words. Ari would never just punish misbehavior without seeking the reason behind it.
In her attempts to prank Jack O'Malley, Cherie ends up accidentally getting herself and Ari covered in glitter. How does Ari react?
- Zombie
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That's happening instantly.
The glitter blows up and covers them. Cherie squeaks a tiny "Oops" while Ari makes a deep sigh and swipes a hand over his face.
About three seconds later he's grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. He drops onto the nearest chair/sofa and manhandles her over his knees.
A rapid round of heavy smacks. Around ten at least.
Then he's hauling her to the club bathrooms (or to their private suite above the club) and makes Cherie wash him. Obviously, they're both still a bit sparkly despite thorough cleaning, so she gets a ban on buying anything sparkly for a week.
There's a blizzard outside, wind is howling, and I'm snuggled under the covers and an additional layer of blanket, sipping hot cocoa, reading and entertaining this little idea:
Cherie sitting in bed, bundled in covers, so only her face sticks out
holding a big mug of steaming broth and very carefully sipping it
there are no noodles or chunks of veggies, because her throat is so sore she can't swallow bigger pieces
Ari is taking care of her, he's the one who made the broth himself
earlier, he nudged her awake from sleep, but only because she was so feverish he wanted to change the sheets and get her into a fresh pajamas, so she's more comfortable and doesn't stew in germs
He also teases her about the fact she can't talk (because of the terrible sore throat) and hence can't mouth off, sass, and brat in general
Cherie glares at him and slurps loudly, since she can't do anything else at the moment
So I wonder… I have a lot questions actually but anyway. We know Dom!Ari is the owner of RG and he’s really handsome and that all, so he’s not just knowing well but also someone to adore.
Is Cherie jealous sometimes (even if there is no reason because we know Ari loves her). But if she is, what does Ari do to get that thought out of her mind?
I hope that question is fine😅😅
Cherie is the silently jealous type - stewing in her thoughts and feels, and lashing out into brat mode.
She was jealous before Ari became her Master. She was pinning after him, harboring a major crush, but knowing Master Ari didn't do steady relationships she could do nothing. So she was simply watching him scene with various submissives and feeling envious.
After they settle into a monogamous, committed relationship, Cherie tries not to think of the past and the subs Ari was with. But she also quickly made it clear she won't be okay with him doing any scene, even the "classes" with any other submissive (which is why she's his assistant in all the presentations).
Ari doesn't give her a reason to be jealous, but as we know those insecurities and thoughts sometimes happen anyway. In Cherie's case, it will make her bratty in a non-playful way, but in the tantrum fussy way. And Ari is swift to cut that shit down. His quick reaction is exactly what she needs, because while it equals a punishment, it means his attention is fully on her, his care is for her, so is his touch. Then comes the aftercare and with it a serious conversation about what happened and what made her act out.
Communication is really important for them both and Ari taught Cherie to trust in him and express when she feels uncertain, or scared.
Someone let Ruby Garden Dom Ari out and it is not good for my sanity 😫😫😫
Ohh, Dom Ari vibes you say 👀 On some fancy local event where he's invited as one of the area's most prolific businessmen and benefactors.
Now, did he go alone and is described by some of the reporters as one of the most eligible bachelors (which Cherie will be absolutely mad and fussy about when she sees those interviews online)? Or did he take Cherie with him, surprising everyone, because he was considered a great catch, who didn't date?
Eva, what do you think the best (worst) punishment Dom Ari from Ruby Garden has bestowed upon his sub? 😍
So this one time Cherie had a task of cleaning up and arranging the toys in Ari's Dom bag. Which she did all happily.
Until a flogger landed in her hands.
And Master Ari was just a few steps away, preparing dinner for them.
It was an impulse impossible to resist. She smacked him with the flogger.
The punishment didn't come right away, but it was instantly promised. Ari turned her way, while still keeping an eye on the dinner, then told her to take all the implements that weren't yet in the bag and take them to the bedroom.
"Since you seem so eager to play with them, I'll make sure you get to enjoy each thoroughly."
There was over ten of them, the flogger included 😳
Cherie had a really hard time surviving having each thing thoroughly used on her, especially since the assortment also included things like ginger lube 🫣
