Control
It was never hard to get what you wanted from people, that was a given.
Ino had always believed control was harnessed through intimidation and blackmail. Hinata knew better. If you pushed the right buttons and said the right words, at just the right time getting control was child's play. Hinata may not have been the best at manipulation, but she was proficient.
A kiss to the collar and a hand on the thigh were enough to get the blonde to follow her lead. Firms kiss on the lips and a few light pants made Ino wanton enough to ignore the hands that hiked her skirt above her hips. The touch ghosting over her inner thigh made the girl moan and pull her head back to lean against the gritty concrete. After some exploration Ino would to try to take control until Hinata's normally gentle hand smacked hard against a smooth perky cheek turning it scarlet instantly while electing a whine from Ino, who hated to be spanked.
Control, Hinata knew, once gained needed to be established and kept.
When the heiress slipped her hand into thin cotton panties, Ino's knees would wobble and her body would shudder making her grasp at that thick beige coat for support. Hinata's nimble fingers navigated the wet channel with the expertise of a navy man, finding places that made stars light up behind Ino's eyes and sent forceful waves of lust through her body until she was burnt out sticky fluid running along her legs.
Hinata pulled away holding her hand out for the blonde, who licked her fingers obediently. She enjoyed this and all it took were a few simple words to make it happen over and over again.
"I love you, Ino."
