Bette pulls Tina’s thumb out, “I’ll pay for regular manicures” she says still not looking up, putting the thumb back in, loving the security and comfort she is feeling in this moment.

“OK” Tina says knowing that this was how it was going to be from now on. It amazed her that this incredibly alpha woman had such a soft side.

In one moment Tina could see herself kneeling before her willing to do any sadistic thing the commanding brunette desired, and in the next she knew she would be cradling the gallery owner like a vulnerable baby. The blonde’s eyes welled up, she felt so lucky to be the person that Bette could be herself with. It also meant that Tina could be her naturally submissive self. She loved that she was someone’s possession, a plaything for Bette’s amusement and pleasure. She grinned at the thought. She wondered how cruel Bette really could be, what she was really capable of when pushed to the limit.

Additionally Bette’s softer side meant that Tina could care for, and not that she wanted to admit it, but mother Bette. The blonde had always loved looking after others. It made her feel happy that this alpha woman from now on when she needed it, could just let herself take a break from the world and have these few submissive moments. As Tina thought all these things, she pulled the brunette in closer to her body, snuggling in to the warmth of the cute sleepy Bette.

After not long the brunette drifted off to sleep, sucking on Tina’s thumb. The blonde sat there for a while, just taking in the peaceful, beautiful woman in her lap. After a while she knew they had better go to bed. Tina slowly begins to remove her thumb. In her sleep Bette moans, scrunching her eyebrows and holds on to Tina’s hand, pushing it back in. Tina begins to giggle, ‘Oh my god, she is so cute’. The blonde tries again, receiving a louder moan, and a more scrunched face, this she could handle, but Bette was now also biting down on her thumb a bit. “Ouch, shit, shit” Tina whispers. “Bette honey” she says, wincing a bit, shaking Bette lightly, with her free hand. “Bette” she says a bit louder, shaking a bit harder. Again a loud moan, and then a fluttering of eyelids, the brunette immediately stops biting. Tina pulls her thumb out assessing the damage, seeing little teeth marks.