In a small way, she dropped her head to pay the same respect, smiling at that same understanding in Tina’s eyes.

"Well, it’s been fun!"

Bette’s smile and excitement caused Tina to roll her eyes, chuckling. ‘You fucking idiot,’ she thought humorously, adoring her wife’s mannerisms, ‘Yeah, just clap your hands and rejoice. You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried.’ But when Bette locked eyes with her, that same silly smile plastered on her lips, she just melted. As she always did. ‘But by god, I love this ridiculous woman.’

"Take care now," Anya smiled, trying desperately not to laugh at both women’s expressions. "I’d better get going." She took a quick exit to avoid accidental laughter at the situation, and left Bette and Tina alone.

"Exquisite torture, my love …" Bette spoke, pulling Tina close to seductively tease her senses. She knew what was to come – they both did. "Can be a beautiful thing."

Tina spoke simply, honestly. "Yes it can."

It wasn’t until they had made it back to the hotel that Tina allowed her attitude to resurface. They never felt safe revealing that part of themselves in public.

Suddenly, Tina’s presence was regained, and her submissive position was discarded. She lifted her chin and smiled at Bette’s excitement, looking straight ahead to her beautiful wife. "You … are in for some night, my love." Her quiet composure told Bette of her incredible strength and ability, not exploding into a dominant outbreak, but dominating her wife all night with the same intensity in her voice, in her touch.

"I’ll do anything for you," Bette admitted freely, stepping up to Tina.

Tina stood comfortably, looking up with a subtle smirk. "Get started."

The simple request meant the world to Bette, and she immediately stumbled behind Tina to help her out of her dress. It brought her great joy to help the blond and to be able to touch, although she was sure Tina would be hard on her particularly on this night. She wouldn’t be able to slip up even once. Not after what she had put Tina through earlier.

"Is it going to hurt, Mistress?" she asked quietly, her breathing shallow and cautious. She was desperate to show her submission to Tina once again, to prove her undying devotion to the incredibly dominant woman before her.

Tina straightened properly as Bette helped unfasten her dress for the second time that evening – this time much more carefully, however. Bette’s fingers worked quickly while her lips and gentle kisses followed, and a warmth collected inside of Tina. She would dominate Bette like she had so desired all evening. She would have what she needed, what her body had been screaming for all night. And she wouldn’t be coy about it either. She was a Domme in every sense of the word, and she would show Bette the power of that position as perfectly as ever before.

She smiled at Bette’s question, sensing the excitement behind those words, even given Bette’s full understanding of Tina’s possible cruelty. The words slipped from her lips as Bette slipped entirely into the role she had become passionately involved with – her total submission to the only woman she had ever trusted so deeply.

"Yes, love."