“Hmmmm…” the gallery owner was sweating and breathless.

“Do you want something to drink?” Tina asked gently, between kisses.

“Mmmmm…” Bette ignored and kept biting her neck.

“I n..eed…water…anything…babe…” the blonde tried to answer while words get caught at passion.

“Are you thirsty? I can solve this problem…” The brunette murmured.

The blonde answered. With a fierce kiss while her hands brought Bette’s waist to collide against her. “Yes…You can… You will…”

 “Bette loosened the hug. “Hmm…Do you have beer..? I need something cold…”

“Ok…a cold beer… …”

Tina removed her body and Elizabeth missed immediately that heat. She watched while the blonde moved to the kitchen and got the beers. She admired the woman inside the uniform.

“Can I ask you something?” The officer interrupted the brunette’s thoughts.

“Sure…”

“My uniform makes you uncomfortable?”

“…I usually would say that this kind of clothes…uniforms… dislike me for the power of oppression some carry…”

The art collector watched while the woman dressed in uniform came closer and sat at the little table near the couch. “…but that’s not what I feel with you…”

“No…?” Tina extended the beer and both take a big sip.

“No…”Bette stood up and began to move inside the dinner room and found her way to the hall that leads to the other spaces of the house.

Tina followed.

The brunette stopped in front of a certain door. Turned to face the blonde and was received by a thirsty deep kiss. Their bodies glued again – pressing – hungered to have more.

While they kiss the blonde began to open and remove her blouse and her tight white t-shirt. Tina was stripping.

“Fuck… Bette murmured. The oppression of desire didn’t allow her to breath anymore.

Her chest searched air while they kept kissing. The brunette pulled Tina’s waist closer and began to remove the belt in a hurry.

But the blonde stopped her.

The police woman removed the band of leather slowly – hole by hole – with time. Sometimes she searched the brunette’s eyes to catch the fire: Bette’s stare burning her skin. When she finished, Tina cupped Bette’s face and kissed her with passion, engulfing her lips – just to stepped back seconds later.

That’s when she took the belt in her hands – and dressed it around her own neck.

And then, she extended it to Bette.

In front of her eyes, there was

a beautiful muscled – creamy skinned woman

with breasts of a goddess,

dressed with ruby brassiere,

no belt – zipper half opened –

with ruby panties inviting in;

offering her : the leash.

Bette salivated.

The mocha skinned woman took the edge of the belt and brought the woman closer.

Tina kissed her without kindness. The officer brought her body violently closer and she thought she would melt in desire for that brunette. “ …My room…next door…”

Bette changed places with Tina. Now she pressed the blonde’s body against the door of the wrong room, kissing her in despair. She devoured her neck and after took her lips for a delightful fruit.

She bit the creamy skinned lower lip before she said. “Come… with me…” She took the leather belt turned into a leash – put some space between them and guided Tina to the room.  Before she got in, she turned and let her back found the door again. Tina stopped – the belt separated them. The gallery owner pulled the belt on.

They got face to face.

And invaded their eyes. Their eyelashes caressing each others. Their nose grazing. The velvet skin. The air they breathe. The bit at the lower lip. Their luscious smile before the deep kiss.

The door opened as soon their hands found panties in despair to surrender.