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Bette stands by the bed looking over Tina. Watching her lying there, eyes closed, patiently waiting to be claimed by her mistress. She wondered what thoughts were going through Tina’s mind at this very moment. Excitement? Apprehension? Maybe a little bit of fear? She observes the cute smile, giving away the fact that the blonde knows she is being watched.

The brunette knew that their relationship would fluctuate between gentle, and more intense moments like these. She just felt so thankful that Tina had landed in her lap. Although it was Bette that had exposed Tina’s submissive side, it had and would always have been there, bubbling below the surface. Bette shuddered at the thought of her willing and obedient girlfriend having fallen into the wrong hands. Bette had met individuals in the past that would claim to be into the lifestyle, when really they didn’t understand the dynamics at all. In scenes like the one Bette and Tina were about to enter, control on Bette’s part was vital, and her awareness of Tina’s state was paramount.

She sat down on the bed, sweeping some hair away from the blonde’s face. Bette’s eyes focused on the pert lips that were still trying their best not to smile. ‘My god she’s so adorable’, she couldn’t resist leaning down, her mouth floating above Tina’s. The blonde finally loses the battle and gives in to a full on grin, scrunching her nose and eyes in the process.

Bette grins too, leaning in slightly, kissing her girlfriend. The blonde keeps her palms on the duvet and eyes closed, letting Bette explore her lips and mouth. The brunette finally dips her tongue in, pushing as far as she can, dominating Tina’s tongue and mouth. The blonde begins to whimper and squirm, still not moving her hands, while Bette has one hand in her hair, the other on the bed, darting her tongue around inside Tina’s mouth, signifying how the rest of Tina’s body would be taken tonight. Without breaking the kiss Bette lifts her hand and begins to unbutton Tina’s shirt, finally reaching her pants as she pulls the shirt loose, letting it fall open.

She finally pulls back, sitting up, looking down at the aroused blonde, who has opened her eyes, clearly feeling deprived of Bette’s touch.