Tina’s wrists flexed against the silk-lined cuffs, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind her she wasn’t going anywhere. 

So she just stood there.. exposed, waiting, her breath coming in shallow sips while Bette circled her like a predator deciding where to strike first.

Then she stopped. 

Directly behind her, close enough that Tina could feel the heat radiating from her suit-clad body.

The touch was light but unexpected.. a single finger trailing from the nape of her neck to her tailbone. Tina arched involuntarily, a moan slipping free.

“Shhh,” Bette’s voice was a low rumble against her ear. “No sounds unless I ask for them. Can you be quiet for me, Tina?”

Tina nodded, biting her lip.

“Good girl.” The words settled over her, pulling everything inside her tight. “Because I really don’t want to have to punish you. Not this early.” 

Bette’s hand flattened against her lower back, guiding her forward toward the table. Tina’s legs obeyed before her mind could catch—

”Up,” Bette commanded, releasing the cuffs.

Tina rose at once, palms and knees pressing into the cool, yielding leather. She crawled forward with a fluid, animal grace that surprised even her.

“Stop.” 

Tina froze, mid-crawl, breath snaring in her throat. Cool air kissed her naked cunt. A thick drop of arousal slipped free, tracing a slow, molten path down the quivering insides of her thighs. 

Vulnerability shivered through her, but she didn’t move. She held the position for her mistress.

Bette wanted to savor this.. to discover exactly how much Tina could withstand before she broke into something breathtaking. She circled the table with agonizing slowness, counter-clockwise, her heels clicking like a merciless metronome in the silence.

“Relax.” Bette’s voice was barely a whisper as she paused beside her. “Now on your back.”

Tina did as she was told, gasping as the chill of the table bit into her shoulder blades, her body bowed reflexively, a fleeting curve that lifted her breasts toward the dim light. The cold was a shock, but it melted fast against her heated skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Her thighs parted wider without thought, what an offering, Bette thought. 

“Well done,” Bette murmured, letting the praise drip like warm honey. 

Without breaking eye contact, she produced a long midnight-blue silk scarf from her pocket. She walked to the head of the table, leaned over, and gathered Tina’s wrists, binding them above her head to chains attached to a ring underneath the table.