“You want me to cane you? I bet I hit a little harder than you …”

Tina got chills, instantly impressed. Her breath caught in her throat, even knowing that Bette wouldn’t dare, because she had no idea how to use a cane. They both knew she could do some damage, but the thought brought a twisted smile to Tina’s lips. She wasn’t used to such threats. “No … you’d hurt me.”

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that,” Bette smiled, nudging her nose into Tina’s hair, and wrapping another arm around Tina to sit back with her. She knew the toy would remind Tina of her plans, and that was what she wanted. She enjoyed the gentle gasp as she slowly sat with Tina in her lap. “Now it’s your turn to be good for me.”

“You don’t have the energy.”

“You’re gonna wish you’d tired me out a little more,” Bette chuckled, ignoring her own fatigue when she was so exhausted that she’d turned full circle. She felt completely alert. “You can’t stop me now.”

The deeper voice was pleasure to her ears, leaning her head back to enjoy Bette’s strength as well as her intentions. “Bette …” she whispered, dropping her head as her knees parted for Bette. She had to gasp as Bette closed a hand over her mouth. “Mmm!”

“Shhh … spread your legs a little further …”

Tina wasn’t used to Bette dirty talking unless she’d asked for it, but she was taken with its effect on her. Her thighs and shoulders tensed, but she couldn’t move.

Bette moved her other hand down to Tina’s legs, slipping in between to move her clumsy but confident fingers into the black shorts that tempted her. She moved all four fingers over Tina – the shorts still on.

“Mmm …” Tina moaned, surprised by the intensity she was feeling. It was out of her control. Bette would keep touching her if she wanted, but Tina was used to waiting. It was too much at once – it was too good. She didn’t want to cum so soon. She didn’t want to appear so desperate. She mumbled incoherently into Bette’s hand – no control over her own body. Bette was holding her, pulling at her, rubbing her, probing her.