“Eventually … eventually I can touch you,” Tina said in a questioning tone.

“I’ll tell you when,” Bette grinned, very pleased with herself. She was filled with excitement at the prospect of Tina punishing her or harassing her for what she was doing. She was wet with the fantasy of her beautiful Mistress having her again as a submissive. Punishing and tormenting her.

As Bette straddled Tina’s ankles, she leaned down with her mouth over the toy. Staring at her partner in complete silence. Each of them could imagine dialogue on any other day – Tina commanding for Bette to take the toy into her mouth. Tina’s hands in that unruly, exquisite hair. Bette’s absolute pleasure in doing exactly as her Mistress desired. The slavish devotion.

But there they each waited, still and wanting.

At last, Bette’s lips twisted into a knowing smile, and she simply breathed on the toy and sat up once again, daring Tina to say something and halt their fun. Tina said nothing.

Very slowly, Bette made her way over to Tina’s hips, guiding the toy inside with her own hands – so wet it only took some gentle pressure and the toy had disappeared inside of her.

The sight had Tina rigid with need, but she didn’t even flinch.

At first, Bette felt strong and smart for having devised a plan so cruel, but as she moved on top of Tina, she saw her flaw. She wanted Tina to be in control – she yearned for it. What excited her most was the thought of Tina’s commands in her ear. Tina’s hands moving her. Nails tracing over her thighs.

“I love you,” Bette whimpered helplessly, head tilted back as she moved her hips.

The weak confession had Tina completely affected – this Bette was her submissive. The woman who needed her every command, who needed her touch. Tina so desperately wanted to touch her then to soothe and direct her. Even to punish her.

Risking the pleasure of the scenario, Tina ventured to speak at last with her hands still locked at her sides. “Do you need me to touch you?”

“Yes … yes, now,” Bette answered, lost with enthusiasm to feel those loving hands on her naked body. She brought her hands up into her hair as Tina flipped them, lying over Bette.

“I love you,” Tina found herself repeating, reminding Bette of her dedication in return. She spoke to remind her partner that she would always be there to dominate her body, mind, and soul.

“I love you too …” Bette rasped, promising her submission always as her strength and composure melted away at the fiery touch of one very dominant woman. “I love you.”

Tina covered her lover’s body with her own, tucking her arms under Bette’s shoulders. She pushed her hips so snug to Bette’s that the base of the toy pressed between Bette’s legs, and she gasped at the sensation of contact.

“Never underestimate your submissive,” Tina teased, mirroring Bette’s warning from earlier, smoothing her hands over Bette’s open legs. “It will only bring you down …”

“Well …” Bette smirked, rushing her hands up to take Tina’s breasts in eager palms. “What if I like it down here …?”

“That’s exactly what makes you the perfect bottom,” Tina moaned, angling her hips to thrust again, watching the ever-changing expression on Bette’s face.

“But … I’m still doing well … Mmm … With you, right?”

“Right,” Tina answered lovingly, drawing them even closer together. With one fluid motion, she had pulled Bette up, into her lap. Keeping her there to stare into her eyes. “The rest of the evening is still yours … I’m still yours …”

“Then I want you to take me one good … wild time … a break from all this control …” Bette whispered, as if she were embarrassed by the very notion of such a thing.

Tina kneaded her hips and her ass, grinding Bette on top of her. Impaling her further onto the toy. “How … how can I take you?”

“Any way you’d like.”