“Fuck! … No, stop … T … please …” Bette gasped between bursts of giggling that Tina found absolutely adorable.

No safe word uttered, so Tina continued until she’d had enough of Bette’s blabbering pleas. She finally turned back to see Bette squirming.

“Bathroom … I need to go … oh god, I’m gonna pee myself,” Bette laughed, finally tugging her feet from Tina’s grasp.

Tina just smirked at her, enjoying the weakness before her. “Maybe I should tickle you for a little longer …”

“No,” Bette chuckled, finally settling as she got to her knees. She was so tired from the struggle. “T … I’m so fucking tired …”

“Oh, you need my help?” she teased, needing no further prompt. “Well allow me to help you then.”

She realized her mistake the moment Tina grabbed her ankle and started dragging her back to the hallway as the carpet and the hardwood rubbed over her naked back. She hadn’t been specific enough, and her wicked Mistress was just that. Wicked.

Bette rolled over in absolute exhaustion as Tina released her. “You have thirty seconds.” Then Tina closed the bedroom door.

Chuckled incredulously, Bette got to her knees, and then to her feet so she could run into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. The rush of adrenaline was intenser than it had been earlier, when she’d thought there was an intruder in the house. Lady Christina was often a force to be reckoned with.

“Fuck …” Bette panted, finally relaxing as she undid her pants.

Tina was at the door precisely thirty seconds later, knocking gently at first. “I thought I might take it easy on you tonight, but it looks like I just might have to take you home with me. Punish you right.”

“No,” Bette laughed quietly, fumbling with her zipper, having just washed her hands. “Shit shit shit …”

“I hope you know what I’m gonna do to you …” Tina smirked, biting her lip as she devised a plan that would have Bette screaming for mercy. “Terrible things, Bette. And I won’t make it easy on you …”

“Mother fucker,” Bette exhaled, her wrists tied too closely together to properly work the buttons on her pants. She held her laughter inside as Tina continued – Bette knew she was already doomed. And she loved the feeling. Even as much trouble as she was in, she waited for another moment before stepping up to the door and listening to Tina’s seductive voice on the other side.