While Tina was still recovering, she was pulled off the couch, stumbling after Bette.

“What are you- uhh!” she gasped, feeling the wall at her back. “… Doing?” She smiled at the look on Bette’s face, dizzy with the hunger she felt. Bette was exceeding all of her expectations. She hadn’t expected her to be so rough, but it was better than any fantasy – her cheeks were still sore from being pressed into her teeth. Her legs were still weak from shaking. “Bette … what are you doing to me?"

“I like this on you,” Bette smiled, moving both hands over Tina’s shirt to press into the soft material, kneading her breasts. “You look so helpless …”

Taking her cue, Tina smiled back. She understood the mind of a submissive even if she was the furthest thing from it, and she enjoyed playing the part. Still, they both knew who could have control if she’d wanted it. And with a subtle cheekiness to her words, Tina stuttered. "Please don’t hurt me …"

The fact that Tina understood her desires so easily was chilling, but Bette was used to that. She loved when Tina pretended she was actually frightened in the least. It excited Bette – it made her feel strong.

"Let me go …"

"Stop it, you’re exciting me," Bette mumbled back, both of them smiling. "I’m gonna lose it, and then you’ll really be in trouble."

"Oh no … you’re not gonna touch, are you?" Tina moaned, excited for just that. She drew her legs up as Bette lifted her, holding them at Bette’s sides. Her hands rested on strong, gripping shoulders. "Is this getting you off?" she smirked, keeping purposeful eye contact. "Holding me down? … Using me? … Are you gonna force that thing into me? … I can pretend I don’t want it …"

"You’re sick," Bette chuckled, still as hungry and desperate. Her hands held Tina just under her thighs, the light material of the shirt tickling her arms. Tina could torment her, no matter the position – no matter her weakness – and Bette was driven by it.

“You know, I thought you would tie me up."

"You don’t have a chance anyway," Bette grinned, her voice hoarse already from her heavy breathing. "Why would I tie you up? … And besides … I like a little struggle. So go ahead and squirm away from me … but I guarantee you’re gonna like this."