Ruby withdrew the toys, her own arousal at fever pitch. She helped Sharon to her feet on shaky legs, leading her to the dining room.
The table was sturdy oak, perfect for what she had in mind. Ruby cleared it quickly, then grabbed silk scarves from a nearby drawer—soft but strong for binding.
"On your back," she ordered, and Sharon complied eagerly, stretching out on the cool wood. Ruby tied her wrists to the table legs first, spreading her arms wide, then her ankles, forcing her legs apart in a vulnerable X. Sharon's pussy was on full display, pink and dripping, nipples still clamped and straining.
Excitement thrummed through Ruby like electricity; seeing Sharon bound, helpless and waiting, made her cock throb painfully. She added the gag next—a ball gag with leather straps, pushing it between Sharon's lips and buckling it tight. Drool immediately pooled at the corners of her mouth, her muffled whimpers music to Ruby's ears.
