Of course, Bette had the feeling that Tina had only done it because it had been her own idea.

“Do you really wanna know …?”

Bette smiled at her honestly, staring: “Yes.”

Tina stopped just before Bette, and sat back on her feet. “I know in my heart that you’re mine … and I read your body to know what you’re willing to do. Usually, that surprises us both.”

Bette swallowed hard at the sight Tina made, sitting there. “You … make it sound so easy.”

“With a submissive like you, sometimes it is.”

“… And when I’m difficult?” Bette whispered, staring at Tina’s breasts and down to her closed thighs.

Trying her best to maintain her usual sense of control, Tina cleared her throat and remained on topic. “Well. I’d like to think I make things difficult for you, too.”

Bette’s only reaction was an enthusiastic smile, and Tina smiled in return at where those honey-brown eyes had rested: on her legs.

“You know,” Tina started, wanting more than anything to reach out and touch her lover. “This isn’t easy for me either. This … role reversal. I’m … finding this very difficult.”

“I want you to be nasty to me,” Bette blurted involuntarily, pursing her lips with the slip. “I miss it, too … the way you are with me. Is it crazy? In one day – that I can miss it so much?”

With a torturous thought, Tina moved her hand to Bette’s knee – a place she hadn’t been asked to rest it. And on that note, Tina wandered her fingers up and down Bette’s leg until the brunette gently took the menacing wrist in her hand.

“T … no touching.” She knew with any teasing whatsoever, she would resort to her submissive identity, and Bette wanted the day to last. She could last one whole day as Tina’s Domme. Couldn’t she?

“So I’m not allowed to be difficult?” Tina asked so innocently Bette had to laugh, releasing the slender wrist only to watch it snake its way up her thigh again. “I just wanna touch you …”

“And I said you can’t,” Bette insisted, trying to catch the hand again when it pushed quickly between her legs. Sucking in a large breath of air, Bette arched back into the couch cushions – eyes instinctively closing to the sensation of those fingers. She found herself very aroused at the thought of her Mistress misbehaving. Tina had to expect some sort of punishment, but what? Bette moaned at the possibilities.