The ropes aren't as harsh as you expected them to be when Ari first brought them, but they become abrasive the more you struggle.
It's just that you can't stop. Not when you're so exposed. So helpless. So humiliated. So... pleasured.
You thought Levinson would torture you, or just send a message to your father to secure whatever he wanted to win with the use of you as leverage.
But the ropes that held your arms above your head also kept your body in place for Ari's debauched type of torment.
He got you naked. Then set a sturdy armchair right in front of you. Ari sat on it like a dark king of the underworld. And you became an entertainment and a feast.
He pulled you up, made you kneel on the armrests - your bare pussy inches from his face. The more you pleaded for mercy the closer his mouth got to your most intimate area.
There was no mercy. Even when he placed a soft kiss atop your mound it was a seal of your fate.
Then Ari's mouth tasted what no one ever touched.
Not gentle, no. He wasn't easing you into carnal pleasures, nor was he exploring. He ate you out with expertise, breaking all barriers and owning all the spots; bringing you to loud, crying peaks over and over again.
As you tremble in the afterwaves of the last one, head dipped low, Ari pulls back and looks up at you. His glistening mouth stretches into a wolfish grin.
"Little captive, I think your virgin pussy is ready to take an enemy's cock."
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.
Hi, Eva ☺️ I know I already sent an ask for A Very Ruby Valentines event, but I saw this reel and I hurried over to ask you which dom or sub in RG would say this? 😏🤭 I can't decide who I like better for it 😅
I hope it's okay I sent a second ask for the event, the reel made me think of the doms and subs of RG ☺️ And no pressure if you can't find time to get to this or it doesn't tickle your muse, I hope the reel makes you giggle no matter what ☺️😘 (and I pray the link works 😬🤞)
The link worked, no worries! And lol 😂
You know what? I actually like the idea of it being between Fawn, Bucky and Curtis.
Fawn sitting in Curtis' lap and enjoying her ice cream, perhaps purposely too eagerly 😏
Bucky, who's been sitting opposite of them, chuckles low in his throat before he leans over.
"I also like licking when it's dripping." He says, stealing a lewd swipe of tongue of your ice cream.
You can't help the instant heat pooling between your thighs. Because you know just how lethally skilled Bucky is with his mouth.
The fact your legs are hooked over Curtis', spread invitingly, so Bucky could just go down on his knees and push your legs a bit further apart...
"I bite when it's hard." You cheekily retort.
It's then that Curtis' hand curls around the front of your neck, close to your jaw. He presses hard enough to make your head tip back.
"There's a remedy for that biting condition, Fawn. It's called a ring gag."
For the Babe Lottery, I would like Ari to sweep me away, please 🥺👉👈
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You weren't sure how it's possible, but your body was both numb and trembling at the same time.
Your bare legs were splattered with ruby dots of blood. So was the hem of your shorts. Blood pooled all around the floor; big red ponds and rivulets reaching each other to form another puddle of dark red.
Bodies laid lifeless. The loud bangs, screams and gunfire that deafened you have dulled into dead silence.
Only the cry of your older sister pieced the air.
You could only stand there and watch as the brutal biker hoisted her easily into his arms and carried her outside of the club. You weren't sure, if she was really in trouble, considering she sneaked out to meet with him a couple of times.
A secret you helped her to keep from her official boyfriend, who now laid dead among all of his club brothers.
If she was in love with the other biker, you weren't certain. At times it seemed she was more scared and did it in false hope to prevent a massacre from happening.
Yet it still did.
You blinked a few times when a massive shadow filled your vision. It slowly transformed from a blurry silhouette into a fully contoured, huge body of a man.
The tag on his leather vest read Levinson.
"You gonna walk on your own?" He asked, tucking the gun behind his back.
"I'm free?" You looked up at him with wide eyes, stunned not only that you were spared from the kill, but also with how blue his eyes were.
"You'll sit behind me on my bike, wrap your hands around me and press your sweet tits to my back, and you can feel all the freedom you want." Ari replied with a chuckle.
When you didn't move, only took a shaky breath in, he sighed.
"You sisters are the same," he shook his head, "need to be guided in the right direction."
Then, suddenly, he was picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He didn't seem bothered that the blood splatters on your legs were now smudged on his shirt and vest.
I see a lot of beaded plant suncatchers on my Insta feed (kinda obsessed with everything beaded at the moment) and every time I see one, it makes me think of you and Cherie ☺️❤️
Omg, I saw them too! Those made of green beads that catch the sunlight! 😍
I looked for those, but couldn't find anything available to purchase in my country, unfortunately. Booo!
Cherie totally smuggles one into the apartment to hang aming the suncatchers 🤭
But you know what? I like to think Sweet Brat would have one or two hanging somewhere between her natural jungle in the sunroom Alpha Steve built her 🥲
it's not exactly the type I saw on Instagram and tiktok, but the only one I found in tumblr gif search, lol
For the ask game -> "I'm not making that mistake again."
Can't wait to read which babe you pick 🤩
That's Darkness Between The Stars Steve.
He lost love once, which pushed him into the dark side. He will not make the same mistake again, not in terms of not loving again, but he vows these words meaning he will not let anyone manipulate him and take away from him his world - you.
So when the Emperor makes a comment about you perhaps being not powerful enough for Darth Nomad to pay so much attention to you, Steve only bows his head and keeps his thoughts and feelings guarded behind icy walls.
But as he walks away from that meeting, he knows the next time he faces Emperor will be to kill him, because he will not make again the mistake of letting him take you away from him.
