Tina pulled her shirt up over her head, laying on her back. Now in just a set of lingerie, her hair splayed over the comforter as were her legs. She smiled into the soft comfort of their bed, waiting eagerly for Bette’s return.

When she heard the brunette enter the room, she moaned and remained in place. She let her eyes travel up Bette’s exquisite form, and appreciate the woman for how powerfully sexual she could be. Tina could never get enough.

Quickly she realized what was in Bette’s hand and she smirked, watching the toy with want. It was placed on the night stand when Bette approached the bed, the straps falling over the edge. Tina got up on her elbows, her lips parted. "I really want … that …" she whispered, her eyes glued to the dildo.

"You want that?" Bette teased, as if she had no idea how excited Tina would be upon seeing it. "Really?"

Tina nodded. She could feel her lips getting dry again so she licked them.

"Only if you want it rough," Bette smirked, crawling onto the bed with her. Just looking down at Tina’s breasts, she smiled at memories of using nipple clamps on the blond, and the reaction she had gotten out of her. How Tina had gasped and moaned at the sensation, surprised every time by the pain, and relieved every time with a powerful orgasm to follow.

"Uhhh … yes …" Tina whispered, "Don’t be too gentle."

Her cheeky smile had Bette shaking her head. She smiled back and leaned in to bite gently on Tina’s ear. "And since when has ‘rough’ been gentle, huh?"

Tina chuckled heartily, moaning quickly at how comforting Bette’s lips were on her neck. She laced her fingers through the beautiful curls splattering over her face. "Well, after I was screaming for help that time, you’ve been taking it way too easy on me."

Bette laughed into the blond hair, pulling her head back. "You scared me."

"Well it hurt, Bette," she retorted dryly, soothing her lover’s worries with a smile, "But … I just didn’t want it to stop … I’m sorry. It was so good … I guess I just lost myself …"

Sometimes she wished she had no memory of the safe word, just to fantasize about Bette taking her any way she wanted. Sometimes she tried to push it from her mind, but no matter what she dreamt of, she knew she was safe with Bette. She knew Bette would never go painfully beyond her limits or force her into something she didn’t want. It was a beautiful relationship of trust.