"Mmm …" Bette whimpered quietly, vulnerable as ever. "… Mm paralyzed …"

"You’re not paralyzed," Tina chuckled, her chest finally settling as she reached over Bette to undo the handcuffs. What they both needed now was intimacy, and she would release the restraints so Bette could relax.

"Oh god … T … that was incredible," Bette moaned, the biggest smile on her face when Tina rolled her onto her side. "I’ve … uh … it was …"

"Mmm," Tina chuckled, her tilted smirk adding to the high in Bette’s mind. She was completely at ease, and wondered what was happening to her that she felt so high. ‘Tina’s my high,’ she thought to herself with a smile as Tina interrupted her thoughts. "I’ll be right back in like one second. I have cum all over my hands," she laughed, getting with some balance to her feet and quickly making her way down the hall.

Bette chuckled to herself in the quiet of the room, still in disbelief of how beautifully Tina had played her part. She barely had time to think back on the events of the evening before watching Tina walk back in and drop down beside her to help her up.

"Let’s go to bed where I can really hold you," Tina chuckled, watching Bette try to pull her down right there. "Hunny … I’m worried for you back."

Finally Bette relented, getting very unsteadily to her feet and smiling as Tina aided in her return to the bedroom. She had to admit that the comfort had been worth the seemingly distant journey.

After discarding the remainder of her clothes, Tina pulled Bette in, and combed the hair out of her face with a smile. "Are you okay baby?"

With the soothing nature of Tina’s touch, her eyes closed, and she smiled at the concern, keeping her head tucked into Tina’s chest. "Oh god yes."

"Because I was sure you were gonna need our safeword a couple times there."

Bette laughed lazily, her high still evident in her slurred speech. "So good … it was the best … you’re the best."

Even in her state of heightened enjoyment, she felt some guilt. It had been one of the most spectacular experiences for her, but she worried about enjoyed it so much, and slowly but surely, she was honest with Tina about it. She also confessed to the perfection of the scene, and her surprise at Tina’s wickedness. Surprised at how thoroughly she had enjoyed the forceful submission.

Ecstatic with all of the praise, Tina only held her tighter. She loved when Bette tucked her head in near her chest that way – the vulnerability her wife allowed herself to feel in her presence. "I’m glad my sick nature is welcome here," she teased, willing to do anything for Bette. They both knew that. She smiled at her own tease and thought of preparing a bath for them after some gentle kissing. That was Bette’s favourite form of aftercare; the soft kisses, and the warm touches over her stomach – she loved the way Tina cherished her body.

"You’re not sick baby," Bette chuckled, "Don’t say that, because I liked it too. I don’t want to be sick."

Her pout melted Tina, who placed a sweet kiss on her lips in return. "There is nothing wrong with you. It was a consensual fantasy, and we both enjoyed the fuck out of it."

That made Bette laugh openly, and naturally.  She could always be herself with Tina. Free to like or detest whatever she wanted. "So I can like it?" Her exhaustion was totally debilitating, but she still found the energy to lovingly tuck Tina’s messy up hair behind her ear. It seemed like this high would never wear off, and that was alright with her. She just relaxed in the comfort of Tina’s arms, and smiled at the woman she could share all of her fantasies with. The only woman she ever knew that way.

Tina smiled back at the adorable question, thinking of all the ways she could assure Bette of just that. Kissing, touching, and massaging her. With a smile and a nod, she whispered to her wife, her lover. "You can like it."