Tina took them all by surprise when she ventured out of Bette’s arms, and got down onto the floor, on all fours to crawl over to the woman who hadn’t been addressed the whole time they’d been there. She looked up into those burning eyes, dizzy with satisfaction and always haunted with need. It was such a complicated expression that Tina hadn’t even seen the looks Simone and Bette were giving to each other.

“Seems that she enjoys my plaything …”

Bette bit her tongue again as she watched Tina. She wanted to know what her wife was thinking, and she wanted to ask her about it. She wanted to hold Tina’s face and tell her that she would do all of that and more for her, if she wanted it. She would give Tina anything she wanted.

Without a response from Bette, Simone smirked at the amateurs crowding her basement, and had to admit that it was fun to gather a different perspective every now and then. She was very protective over Brandi, though, and sauntered over to Tina before Bette’s submissive could venture a touch of hers.

“That’s mine.” The words were crisp, and Tina fell back at the power in the small statement, looking up at Simone with uncertainty and apology. She hadn’t meant to get too close.

Bette had to admit the situation was proving to be very interesting – Tina lying on her back on the floor, and another Domme standing over her expectantly – but she had to step in. She too was protective, although she knew Simone would do Tina no harm unless she asked it.

Without a word, Bette stepped past Simone, and pulled Tina up to her feet, looking at her. Simone crossed her arms and imagined what her own response might be if Brandi had acted that way in front of another Domme – a slap or a spanking or something equally as fantastic – but she watched closely as Bette simply shook her head at Tina and tried to hold back a loving smile.

C’est ça?

Simone folded her arms, and realized that Tina was something very different to Bette than Brandi was to her. Bette had mistakenly represented Tina as “submissive” without specifying, and Simone wanted to laugh at the thought of that now that she knew better. Tina was not a true submissive – not in Simone’s eyes. But she would still put on a show for the two of them – the equals. It pleased her to think of them that way.