“Mmm!” Bette moaned again, licking harder and faster. Even with her wrists tied together, she tried to keep Tina’s legs apart so she could please her. Often, she felt as though she lived only to please her love. And Tina had been right – she would do it all night if she could. Sometimes Tina demanded it.

Tonight, however, would be different – nothing would be easy. And they both knew it.

“Now,” Tina moaned as fair warning, writhing gently in her seat as she tensed and arched to a beautiful climax. It was even more fulfilling than she’d expected. “Oh god … that was amazing … I should hold you captive more often.”

“I want more,” Bette groaned as Tina got out and pulled her skirt back down her thighs, stepping out of her panties.

“It’s times like these I wish I smoked.”

Bette smirked, easily imagining the blond bombshell with a cigarette in hand, leaning against the car with the most satisfying grin. Tina would have been the very image of class and style among the pin-up girls of the 50s. Perhaps a little more troublesome than the rest, seducing the others.

Bette just looked up at Tina when her car door opened, wondering what was next.

“I’m gonna tie you up … and choose my toys … so I’d be a good girl till then if I were you.”

Sometimes Tina underestimated Bette’s masochistic qualities.

Upon hearing the gentle threat, Bette brought both hands up and grabbed Tina’s face for a long, forceful kiss.

“Naughty naughty,” Tina smiled, pulling back to look into the disobedient eyes. “I see you want it just as rough as I do tonight … well I sure hope you’re ready for what I’m gonna do to you.”

“Yes.”

It wasn’t long until they were inside. Until Tina had tied Bette’s wrists to her ankles. Until she’d tied her so well that there was no hope for escape. Not that Bette wished it.

“Don’t worry. The gag won’t be in for much longer … I need to fit something into your throat in a minute …”

Bette whimpered on the floor, excited all the more when Tina tugged on the length of rope across her back, stretching from one tanned bicep to the other, and down from her shoulders. Bette had always meant to ask Tina where she learned to tie a knot.