“No,” Tina moaned accidentally, shaking her head – wrists still tied to the bed. “No …”

“Confused?” Bette moaned back, slowly climbing into the bed with Tina, leaning over her. “Not that I don’t appreciate the suggestions …”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to scream …”

“You want it that hard, do you?” Bette chuckled, smoothing her hands over Tina’s arms. “That can be arranged …”

Tina knew what was happening – that Bette was taking her threats as true suggestions for their day, but she just couldn’t seem to stop herself. She tugged at her wrists gently once more, and felt the friction of Bette’s hips between her open legs.

“You … I’m … I’m going to …”

“What are you gonna do?” Bette moaned teasingly, dipping in a little closer to bring her lips to Tina’s neck. To torment her with concentration on her favorite spot, just beneath her ear. And when her tongue started to beat rhythmically in that erogenous zone, Tina moaned freely.

“Ahhh god … I … I’m gonna bend you over the table … and make you wait for it.”

“Mmm …”

“God …” Tina exhaled, in new territory. Everything felt so different. With her eyes wide open, she stared at the ceiling as Bette feasted on the most sensitive area on her neck, surprised with the sense of belonging she felt there. It had been easier to slip into a more submissive role with Bette at the helm, guiding her along. It was with a lot of trust that she gave herself over, no longer tugging at her wrists, but allowing Bette to have her that way.

Bette could sense that Tina was still a little tense given her vulnerability, but with more attention to her neck, and a soft, loving touch, she soothed her willing Mistress.

“I’m not going to beg you …” Tina moaned, disbelieving of that even as she spoke the words.

Bette kept her knowing laugh strangled at the back of her throat, taking Tina’s ear between her teeth. Licking her neck and softly cupping her breasts.

“I’ll never beg …” Tina whimpered. Despite her natural desire to keep some control of the situation, it was slipping from her with the realization that pleading was the only way she could ask for what she wanted. Bette wouldn’t be commanded as usual, but Tina knew that begging would get her exactly what she wanted. Could she beg, though? Her sense of pride as a Domme wouldn’t allow for it, and yet her new curiosity was toying with the concept.