Tina was already trembling with excitement, a beautiful smile on her lips. She could hear Bette moving around in front of her, but she couldn’t see what was happening. The blindfold over her eyes was tied so well that she couldn’t see anything. Total darkness.

"Are you excited?" Bette whispered, hungrily looking over Tina’s body. So incredible, a woman with beautiful features and wearing the sweetest outfit that made Bette shake her head. ‘She knows me, that’s for sure,’ she thought with a smile, taking in the sight of Tina’s short pleated skirt and adorable cardigan. She wondered what was underneath, the mystery was exciting her.

Tina tried to calm herself, but she was already aroused beyond belief. After Bette had caught that look in her eyes, it started. She needed it, and like that, Bette was there for her, taking her just the way she desired. Tina nodded slowly, licking her lips.

"Just seeing you like this …" Bette breathed, now evidently behind the blond, "… So vulnerable …"

Tina smirked. It brought her back to their first night together, when she had fully submitted to Bette’s power over her. She had let her desire rule her body, and it was the best night of her life. She felt like she had found herself, in a way she never knew possible before Bette. Her head tilted forward with the memory, visions of Bette leaning over her body, touching her everywhere. It was such a freeing experience for them both.

"Mmm Ms Porter," Tina purred flirtatiously, turning her head to the kiss on her shoulder. She hardly had time to enjoy her cheeky response before a sting touched her backside. Gasping sharply, she let the breath out with a smile.

"You’re asking for it," Bette moaned, kissing down Tina’s delicious neck. "Mmm …"

"Take me …" Tina whispered, smiling at how easily she could read Bette’s moods. She had needed the extra attention because she had seen Bette’s biting stare all day. She got off on that look Bette dissoved her with so easily, wantonly teasing Bette just earlier with her outfit. She was laughing to herself when she picked it out, because she knew how it drove Bette wild. Something about the skirt turned a switch inside of her lover, and the cardigan was just a nice touch. She had wondered how long it would take Bette to pull her into their room. Only three minutes. With that thought, she smiled and basked in Bette’s dominance. It made her yearn for the sadistic touch only Bette could deliver.