Fan Fiction
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Addiction
Tina fidgeted nervously. Bette leaned forward and sprinkled a huge amount of the herb all over Tina’s food. The little crystals were clear and invisible mixed in with the meat sauce but Tina knew they were there.
Bette filled their wine glasses then raised it up, "to us."
Tina clinked glasses with her then sipped the red drink. Bette dug into her spaghetti then chewed while watching Tina. Tina tentatively wrapped the spaghetti around her fork then ate it.
"Mm this is delicious!" Tina exclaimed, "wow!"
"I worked hard on it for you love," Bette said. "Now eat up you’re gonna need the energy."
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"Delicious," Tina said washing her hands as Bette put away the plates.
"How do you feel?" Bette asked as Tina strolled into the living shedding off her jacket.
"It’s really hot in here," Tina said waving her hands in front of her face in a fan-like manner.
Bette chuckled and walked to her, "come on love let me show you my bedroom."
Tina was sweating like crazy, shivering in anxiety. She quickly followed Bette to the bedroom slipping off her shirt.
When Bette turned and saw Tina desperately unhooking her bra she started laughing. "Tina!"
"It’s soooo hot!" Tina moaned unbuttoning her jeans.
Bette smirked, "why don’t you lie down on the bed?"
Tina shimmied out of her jeans then tugged down her panties. Completely naked she obeyed Bette’s command. Her breathing was harsh and heavy as Bette climbed over her seductively.
The moment Bette’s lips touched Tina’s it was like a fire burned within her. The herb induced reaction was already driving Tina mad, but when Bette gave her what she craved for the reaction exploded.
"Haaahhh!" Tina cried arching up trembling desperately.
"Mm that’s it," Bette moaned.
Tina’s hands desperately went to Bette’s tank top. She yanked it up desperately breathing so hard it was coming out in harsh pants.
Bette roughly grabbed Tina’s hands and pinned them above her head.
"Uhh no!" Tina shouted tugging her arms to no avail, "I…need…to fffeeel…y-you!"
Bette roughly pulled Tina’s arm towards the fluffy pink handcuff and locked her wrist in. She repeated the same process with the other wrist. Tina tugged against them squeaking in desperation.
"Nooo! I w-wanna touch yooouuu!" Tina cried anxiously.
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I like the chapter…but I don’t understand how that exercise is a test of Tina’s submissiveness.
Nooo how could you stop there.. Love it, more please!
Goood.Thank you.PPS
Excellent update. thank you.
Oh damn thats hot, please more