bvhall – You’re one funny lady, your comments make me smile! :) Thanx for the happy Valentine’s Day, it’s a bit late but Happy Valentine’s to you too! :)

Mates – Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, I know it’s kinda late but not really big on the whole thing…. kinda jaded I guess! :)

Lwordjunkie – thanx for the encouragement, it helps more than you know!

Jwet – comming from a writer as good as you, that is high praise indeed…. thank you. Hope this one is ok too! :)

kj – thanx for the kind words, hope you carry on enjoying my story! :)
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Bette had been tortured and pleasured all at the same time, Tina had taken her to the heights of pleasure but at the same time not being able to touch her was utter torture. So she thought it was time for a little payback. She turned Tina onto her stomach, kissing and licking her neck. She held Tina by the wrists and placed her hands above her head, tying her wrists to the bed with the silk scarves Tina had used.

“Babe…. what…. I want to touch you, no fair!?”

“Payback’s a ***** T…. trust me?” Bette said seductivly with a smile touching her lips.

“I trust you babe, I’m all your!”

Taking inspiration from Tina’s little suprise she reached over and grabbed one of the rapidly melting ice cubes and placed it in her mouth. She started at Tina’s neck and the mixed sensation of the cold ice with that of Bette’s warm tongue was driving Tina wild. Bette traced a line down Tina’s spine, culminating at what had rapidly become one of her favourite places…. Tina’s tattoo. She then let the ice cube melt furhter in her mouth, letting the drops fall onto Tina’s already over sensitised skin.

“God babe… what the ***** are you doing to me?…. It.. it feels amazing”

Bette then took a sip of the champagne and holding it in her mouth, she again traversed the same path she created with the ice. The bubbles warming in her mouth and tickling Tina’s skin. This caused Tina to arch her back, creating just the reaction Bette wanted. She proceeded to slowly pour the champagne onto the base of Tina’s neck, with the arch of Tina’s back causing it to pool in her lower back. Bette just stood back in awe of the effect it created, the flames of Tina’s tatoo seemed to come alive underneath the bubbles and the rippling of the liquid.