“No, I want to,” Bette moaned as Tina traced fingers over her lips. At times it seemed unbearably soft between them. Almost ticklish. “I want to so bad … please tell me I won’t hurt you …”

“Well I can’t promise that,” Tina teased, pushing Bette up so that she could get onto all fours, looking over her shoulder at Bette. “But I’m a big girl. I can take it … I promise, baby …”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Bette smiled, her voice a little louder with her renewed confidence. She sat down on the couch, on her knees, and pulled Tina back.

“You know … I like a little pain myself …” she grinned, yearning for just what Bette could give her – a rough ride. She often got herself off to the thought of setting Bette loose on her. She would torment Bette until she snapped, and then Bette would throw her down and pull all her clothes off and fuck Tina. And in all of her fantasies, it hurt. But she also understood Bette’s hesitations. It wasn’t easy to understand the pleasure of such pain.

Tina smiled as Bette knocked her legs apart a little, moaning when she could feel Bette getting up onto her knees again. Her body felt so weak when Bette touched her like that.

“I think you’re trying to drive me crazy …”

“Mmm … you caught me,” Tina moaned, pulling her legs together again. “But it’s not my fault you want me …”

“Not my fault?” Bette scoffed, reading Tina’s body with intimate knowledge. She could see what Tina lusted for by the way her knees rubbed together. So that’s what she wants … well I don’t think she’s prepared for what I want …

“I was just watching TV …”

“Just watching TV?!” she chuckled, pulling Tina up onto her knees so her head could lean back onto Bette’s shoulder. “After you whipped me with that stick … And after you teased me with your body …”

“It’s a cane,” Tina teased, squirming away from the arm wrapped around her. She tried to ignore the toy she felt at the back of her thigh. It was a different toy than the one she’d used on Bette. This one was bigger, and she had to smile at Bette’s choices.