Tina arrives home early the next day, which happened to be a Thursday. It had now been five days since Bette had put her foot down and refused any physical contact, apart from the odd innocent kiss. The brunette had felt Tina deserved some pampering and wining and dining before they began what they both knew would be an extremely physical and fiery relationship.

The blonde couldn’t hold back the grin, as she sipped a glass of red wine. She stood there in the kitchen chopping up some vegetables to go with the chicken fajitas she was cooking, knowing that at any moment the brunette would be arriving home. Sure enough 10 minutes later Tina heard Bette’s car in the driveway. The blonde smiled nervously, not knowing how this was going to pan out.

The door opens as Bette enters, smelling the food instantly. She was still getting used to the novelty of coming home to a cooked meal. “Hey” she says not yet looking to the kitchen.

“Hey” Tina yells over her shoulder, continuing to prepare food.

The brunette walks through the living area, heading for her room. That is until she spots the blonde out of the corner of her eye. ‘Oh the little shit’ Bette thinks. She stops instantly, admiring the view, there before her stands a cute little blonde wearing nothing but an apron, her pert little butt exposed at the back.

‘Oh she is playing dirty’ Bette thinks.

“Tina, what do you think you’re playing at?” The brunette asks walking closer to her.

‘Seducing you hopefully’ the blonde thinks. “Cutting vegetables”.

“Cutting vegetables” Bette repeats sarcastically.

“You think this is going to work? Do you think you’re going to seduce me?” Bette asks now standing directly behind Tina, her head tilted admiring the little ass in front of her.

“No” Tina says shaking her head, all of a sudden feeling vulnerable.

“I think you’re lying to me Tina.” Bette whispers, her voice deep with lust.

Tina shivers, wondering whether this was a good idea. Something in Bette’s voice made her think that maybe she had under estimated the dominant brunette.

“Put the knife down Tina. And lean forward putting your hands on the worktop” Bette orders quietly.

Tina hesitates, turning her head.