“Is my little sub getting close …?” Bette whispered down to her, pulling her hips back to pull the toy from her squirming lover. She traced her fingers between Tina’s legs to gather a throaty moan she wouldn’t soon forget. “I might even let her cum if she’s really good …”

“Inside,” Tina pleaded, tears taking her over again.

In one move, Bette was inside her again, moving her hips and adjusting Tina as she wanted her. Slapping her ass because she felt like it.

“Fuck me,” Tina whimpered, friction from the base of the toy sending her over the edge. “I’m cumming …”

Instead of pumping any harder, Bette kept her pace steady. Staring at her Mistress. Engraving the moment in her memory with Tina submissively in her hands – tears escaping with the release she allowed herself to feel.

“Bette!” Tina gasped just before she came, screaming in strangled breaths as Bette thrusted into her again and again. Her legs were completely limp by the time her orgasm had run its course. She felt as if she would have been stuck in just that position had Bette not undid her wrists and bent to pick her up in her arms. Tina felt cold, weakly reaching her hand up to Bette’s shoulder. Leaning her head against the heated chest and closing her eyes.

“We’d better keep you warm,” Bette whispered down to her, reaching their room and their bed to put Tina down. Tenderly, Bette pulled the covers over her and climbed in behind her – the toy still fitted in the harness. But Tina was too exhausted to notice the gentle friction, relaxing into sleep with Bette’s warm body at her back.

When Tina woke up again, she noticed she was naked again, looking around to see that the covers had been pulled from her and her legs opened.

“Bette …?” she asked groggily just as her lover re-entered the room with a soft smile.

“Hey, T,” Bette smiled, holding up a warm, wetted washcloth in her hand. “You slept for a little bit, but I know how much you hate just lying there like that … so I thought I’d wash you myself.”

Tina rested her head back on the pillow, smirking down at her lover. “You’re good at this, you know …”

“Already singing me praises, hmm?” Bette teased, climbing up onto the bed and in between Tina’s legs to lean over her. “It’s warm … you ready?”

“Mmm … warm is good,” Tina moaned, bringing her hands up to Bette’s neck as the cloth gently moved between her legs. Soothing her, cleaning her. “Oh god … that feels good.”

“It didn’t take you long,” Bette smirked, kissing down Tina’s neck, “So you won’t even be sore, which is good … although I don’t know how much more you’ll be up for after that …”

Tina brushed her fingertips down to Bette’s chin as the washcloth was thrown to the floor, staring at the only woman who had ever had her in such a way. “I said all day and I meant all day … I just … I need a rest.”

“I know,” Bette smiled back, earning a tender kiss on the lips. “T … only if you’re sure, okay …?”

“You seem uncertain yourself,” Tina observed, bringing her knees up close to her lover’s sides. “You should be more confident, love … you’re better at that than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

“How do you know that?”

Tina grinned. “Have you suddenly forgotten how well I know you?”

“Well … I just don’t want to hurt you is all.”

As Bette spoke, Tina waited patiently to give her another kiss. “Bette … you would never hurt me. I trust you just as you trust me. Okay? … I only cried because I was … a little overwhelmed. But in a good way. Does that make sense …?” Is that what you feel when you cry?

“Yes, that’s how I feel with you.”

Tina beamed with a sudden and infectious smile. “Besides … if I do recall … you haven’t had any release whatsoever …”

“Oh, you thought I was all out of ideas?” Bette teased, one hand pressing possessively into Tina’s breast. “Mmm … au contraire my little slave …”

“Bette-”

“Just tell me if I still have you for the day … I’ll give you your rest … just tell me if you really meant it …”

Without hesitation, Tina answered.

“I’m yours.”