Bette woke up in the morning with a splitting headache. The hangover hit her pretty hard and her neck was pretty stiff from the uncomfortable position in which she slept.

She remember bits and pieces of the night before. She had a meeting with a sponsor for her new gallery, a friend of Helena’s. Tina couldn’t come to the dinner because she had work.

They were drinking some wine and talking. He signed the contract, then…nothing. Completely drunk.

She probably was too drunk to report in to Tina. Oh shit. Shit.

"Good morning."

Bette’s eyes shot open.

Tina was sitting on the bed completely naked watching her with an angry expression. That’s when Bette realized she had fallen asleep on the chair across from the bed.

"Uh Tina–hey!" Bette looked down and saw that her hands were tied to the chair as well as her ankles. "What the hell!"

Tina shrugged, "I think it’s a fit punishments for a wife who doesn’t call to say she’s okay and comes home drunk at 3 in morning and passes out on a damn chair."

"Baby I’m so sorry," Bette immediately said.

"Do you have any idea how stressed out I was last night?" Tina said, "you wouldn’t answer your phone. I was calling hospitals and Tasha went out in her police car to search for you."

"My God, I am so sorry," Bette said gently.

"Sorry? Oh no Bette, after the craziness that ensued yesterday you need to be punished," Tina said.

"That why you tied me up?" Bette said not daring to try to guess why she was tied up.

"Yes, I’m gonna torture you," Tina said.

"T-torture me? H-how exactly?"

Tina stood up and dragged Bette’s chair closer to the bed. "By making you feel helpless and completely out of control."

"W-what?"

"Watch me."

Bette cocked her head to the side in confusion. Her question was answered when Tina laid back and spread her legs, exposing her drenched center completely to Bette.

"H-holy shit!"

"Look but don’t touch," Tina said bringing up from behind her back a long thick dildo.

"Oh my God," Bette breathed.

Tina’s breathing picked up as she pushed the dildo gently against her opening.

"Ohh God, Tina this is the worst thing you could ever do to me," Bette moaned.

"What you wanna touch me?"

"Yes! For the love of God yes!"

"Then you shouldn’t have," Tina slipped the dildo fully into her, "uhh, come in drunk."

Bette tugged against her restraints, "I said I’m sorry."

"The more you talk the less you see," were the last words Tina said before she started pushing the dildo in and out of her tight hole.

Bette’s breathing was heavy as she tugged and tugged on the ropes trying to do anything to be able to touch Tina. The dildo filled Tina so completely that the blonde was moving it very slowly, letting her juices seep out onto the mattress.

"Stop struggling and enjoy it baby," Tina breathed pushing the dildo in a little faster. Wet sounds filled the room and Bette growled deep in her throat.

Tina only glanced over once and saw the glazed and anxious expression on her face. She was desperate.

Tina redoubled her efforts, pushing the dildo hard and fast arching her back up as a sexy moan escaped her throat.

"Tina," Bette breathed.

Tina’s back arched up so high the tips of her nipples peaked over her knees. Bette was practically drooling, she didn’t know how much more she could handle.

Tina’s legs started to quake as her moans became ragged and loud. Before Bette could moan, Tina’s legs suddenly shot out towards Bette straightening completely. Tina yanked out the dildo as a jet of liquid squirted out of Tina and splashed Bette all over her face and chest.

Tina collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion trembling out of control as Bette, in a harsh breathy whisper said, "oh my God. Oh my fucking God."