“I never would,” Bette smiled, teasing with her fingers before landing another slap. She usually preferred for Tina to paddle her because it meant Tina wouldn’t have to stop – it was relentless. But Bette knew that Tina wasn’t getting off on the pain, because she never liked feeling pain or humiliation. Tina only seemed to enjoy the beginnings of each because they reminded her of that connection she held with Bette.

“I wanna lick you,” Tina blurted, writhing her hips accidentally. “Bette …”

“Stay still and let me finish,” Bette instructed, enjoying the mess Tina had become. One day and look at this commanding woman … Mmm … Crumbling in my lap …

“Bette …” Tina panted, lifting herself up onto her knees. Staring down at Bette with hooded eyes. “Let me lick you … let me touch you.”

“Oh, I have just the thing for you,” Bette chuckled, getting up from her spot on the couch to glance back at the mess Tina looked – shorts down to her knees, shirt askew. Walking off to their room, she gestured for Tina to follow. “Come on.”

Tina had to laugh at herself as she just nearly moved to crawl her way over. She shook her head at her desperation to watch her lover climax, and followed closely behind Bette.

When Tina stepped inside the room, Bette instructed her to take off her clothes and put on their harness. Bette’s favorite toy was thrown on the bed, and Tina’s line of vision followed it there, asking if she could use it. She surprised herself with her submissiveness when it came to Bette’s pleasure. It was difficult to obey but impossible to resist.

“Good. Now lay down on your back.”

Tina knew exactly what Bette was looking to re-create. Many times before, Tina had laid on her back with a strap on, and had Bette silently ride her because it deeply teased the brunette to have to get herself off without any help whatsoever from her very experienced lover. But now the tables had turned, and Bette was going to seek a very sensual revenge.

“You can’t ask me for anything … no commanding … and you can’t touch at all.”

Tina might have tried to plead for some leeway if it weren’t for Bette’s further insistence of the conditions, ensuring that she wanted just that. Setting her mind to the task, Tina laid on the bed and waited as Bette took her time undressing and climbing onto the mattress with her – sheets soft and crisp with a honeyed tone that brought out Tina’s already-vivacious eyes.