Thankfully, Bette’s screams were muffled by her gag. She was bent over the desk that had undoubtedly been meant as an office space, which was now dragged into the centre of the room over a set of restraints so the brunette could be properly tied into place. She had a way of escaping when it suited her.

"MMMmmm," Bette mumbled again, her scream smothered as she tugged at the restraints on her wrists. Something about the bondage gave her freedom in a sense – having given all of her choice to Tina, she was completely free to feel. Everything. "Mmmm!"

"So." Tina smirked, walking around to sit in the chair in front of Bette, legs crossed. "How was the party?" She took a sip of her water while she watched Bette’s eyes.

At first there was silence, and then Bette tried responding, but her words couldn’t escape the gag. She knew they wouldn’t, but she couldn’t seem to resist the effort.

"Ah, I see. Well I’m glad you had fun. Because guess what?"

Bette arched one eyebrow at Tina’s playful game, intrigued but exhausted. Her fatigue caused her head down, her left cheek resting on the desktop. She could only listen now.

"You’re mine now."

Shivers rose little bumps over her arms as Tina spoke into her hair. It was an infectious evil that Bette adored, and one she counted on tonight.

"I hope you enjoyed all of that teasing at the party," Tina chuckled, walking in behind Bette once again. "Because I assure you, I’ll get my sweet revenge." As she spoke, she picked up the paddle and twirled it in her hands comfortably before delivering another smack onto Bette’s behind. The smothered scream made Tina smile and admire her work thus far, smoothing her hand over the redenned cheeks before her. She loved that glow.

There was never a stronger connection between them than when they put themselves so rightfully in the other’s hands – Bette depending completely on Tina, and the blond’s protection over her. Giving her exactly what she needed. What no one else could ever give her.

After finishing with the paddle, Tina unfastened the gag, and led Bette wickedly to their bed where she tied up her lover once again; the act of doing so arousing them both indefinitely.