"Don’t test me," she insisted, with a surprisingly true grasp on Tina’s neck. It looked like she owned the blond – like they went through this small argument before every session together. It really did seem commonplace to the couple who had taken to the sight.

Tina would have laughed at the empty threat had she not been so hopelessly aroused. She was breathing heavily as her wife’s strong hand remained falsely over her neck – she could barely feel any true pressure. "Sorry Mistress." It was a whisper, but the way she was looking out at Bette, she knew her wife understood her situation.

The smile on Bette’s lips communicated just that – now she had power, she had Tina’s lust in the palm of her hands. Teasingly, she moved her hand up from Tina’s neck, her thumb finding its way onto Tina’s lips, and then into her mouth.

"Little slut."

Tina breathed out, almost a whimper before gasping another breath to sustain her balance. She allowed Bette to hold her that way, one hand probing her mouth while the other hand slid between her legs, only clothed in the small panties Bette had allowed her to dress into before leaving the last room. She knew Anya would take care of their clothing.

The rubbing was making Tina shaky, and Bette appreciated the reaction while she worsened Tina’s need. "Does someone need a spanking?" She spoke to Tina’s lips, not caring who watched anymore, but speaking to her wife’s true desires. She knew Tina strongly desired to spank her, but mentioning it so generally let others believe she meant it another way. No one would have to know she would be receiving the punishments later that night. "Does someone need to beg and plead before receiving pleasure, my little slave?"

Tina shook again, unable to stand the way Bette teased her – she needed those things. She needed to stand over Bette and smile as Bette sexually satisfied her every need.

"Does someone need to crawl behind their mistress …" Bette smirked, speaking with her lips nearly touching Tina’s now. The energy between them was heavy, an invisibly weight keeping them both from floating into heavenly bliss. Tina’s head turned with the suggestion, images of looking over her own shoulder at Bette poured into her mind. She couldn’t stop the want. "… Serve her Mistress on her knees?"