The Game Goes On

Alex took a deep breath. He could feel his heart pounding, and his nerves were stretched thin. He was doing his best to project an impression of control, to create a dominant persona that Clara could enjoy, but it was very hard. When he had first had this idea, it had seemed utterly insane, and only the things they had done so far had convinced him that it might work. Even so, he had only barely managed to force himself to set up for it. Somehow, he had never quite expected it all to work out, never mind work out so well.

Yet, here they were, at the back of movie theatre. Clara's legs spread out against the arms of the chair in front of her, her skirt hiked up to her waist. Her pussy was clearly visible, if you knew where to look, and Alex felt a certain tightness in his pants, and a rising lust that threatened to drown out any kind of worries at all. His throat was parched, and he had to fight the urge to shake his head, as though that would clear it of the thoughts which now encircled his mind. Beyond them, the movie was finally starting. People had filed in now, and several of the rows were mostly full. More people were arriving, and Clara flinched away from them as they did, they walked down the aisle, looking for seats, their eyes scanning over the couple, Luckily, the dark sat upon them heavily, and no one seemed willing to spend the few seconds it would take to realise what was going on. Even so, every time someone looked their way, Alex felt his heart race, and Clara made an odd, nervous sound. Here he was, waiting for them to be found out. Expecting the shout of recognition followed by a swift expelling from the building. So far though, no one had seen it.

The movie was starting in earnest A scene of space played, followed by a series of shots exchanged by two large ships. Alex tore his gaze away from Clara for a moment to fish in the bag he had brought. He could hear his girlfriend breathing heavily, her breaths tinged with a husky sound that revealed how much she was enjoying the situation. It was a heavy sound that settled on him, and made him want to hear her moan. His cock stirred, demanding release. A demand he ignored for the time being.

He had intended to give her a remote controlled vibrator, and use his phone to adjust it back and forth as the movie went on, but now he thought of something better. His fingers dipped into the water he had gotten before; the icy touch of the liquid bringing a slight narrowing of his eyes. He fished out an ice cube, then let it drop back into the water.

"Here's the rest of your punishment." He said slowly. His heart was racing once more. This was going further, he knew. Testing the limits again. Clara liked to be seen, she liked to be humiliated, but what was her limit? He didn't know. Would this hit it? "I want you to masturbate here, for as long as you can, don't climax, just touch yourself and keep doing it. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, master." She said, her voice low, the purr in her tone sending shivers racing down his spine. She was flushed red as she set to work, her hand rising slowly. She looked around, her eyes were wide, as though she could not believe what she was doing.

Clara was clearly already very aroused. That much was obvious. Her lower self was wet and engorged, she was soaking, a sight that made him want her all the more. As she touched herself, her fingers pressing lightly against her mound, a soft hiss escaped her lips. Already made tender by the trip here, and more so by the forced exposure, her pussy must have been alight with desire.

Gently, her fingers curled, stroking herself there with low, slow motions. The reaction in her face was instant, she started to breath more deeply, her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone, anyone, who was watching as she did this. She moved slowly, likely because she was worried fast motion would draw the eye. Clara caressed herself, her fingers coming away stained with her own juices. Her touch was gentle, slow, but with intimate knowledge of herself. She started to rub her mound, applying more and more pressure, there was no penetration yet, but she was clearly enjoying it greatly. Her legs trembled slightly, the colour drained from her face. She started to breath in sync with the cycle of motion, gasping and inhaling in tune with the pleasure that raced through her with every touch.

"Ah..." She muttered. "T-this is...ha...this is.." She trailed off, her voice was shaky, weak. Desire burned in her eyes, but fear of discovery clearly gave the act an edge that prior sessions had lacked. "Anyone could see me like this... Ah... Alex... this is..."

"Intense?" He whispered into her ear, his lips pressing right against the gentle skin. She shuddered, a wave of motion running through her body at the contact.

"Y-yes!"

"Just think of it..." He went on slowly. "Here you are in a movie theatre, touching yourself. You're totally naked from the waist down, Clara. Anyone could turn around and see you right now, and you wouldn't be able to shield yourself. You're totally helpless. Totally at my mercy."

"Yes..." She gasped again, another shudder washing through her body as the pleasure built. Her fingers moved a little more quickly now, slipping under her folds. Clara's spine straightened a little, her eyes widened as she entered herself, a ragged gasp tearing its way free of her throat, quickly followed by a look of shame, and desperate hope that no one had heard. Alex had frozen as well, but he relaxed as no one turned around.

"It's because you're being punished," he reminded her as she bit her lip. An adorable look of intense embarrassment and mixed desire flowing through her eyes. "It's because you lost our game. You're a slave, Clara. That's what you agreed to become, right? You don't have any rights. Don't have any say. I have brought you into a public building and made you expose yourself, made you touch yourself. You're enjoying this, but even if you weren't, you'd have to do it. Just like in all of your fantasies, you wanted to be sold, to be used, to be tormented. That's what you said."

As he spoke, Clara continued to finger herself, growing more and more aroused. Small sounds of desire escaped her even as she fought to remain silent, her body quivered grinding against her own fingers as she worked.

"T-that's right...." She gasped. "Ah-I... I wanted to feel like this.... this is...this is -ah- this is amazing, Alex. I never felt like this before..."

"Are you close to a climax?"

"Y-yes!"

"Then stop."

Clara froze, her hands still gently stroking her lower self.

"Stop?"

"That's what I said. You're a slave, and you're being punished, so you don't get to climax without permission. All of that was to make you more sensitive. Can you feel it? The desire sweeping through you? Your mound burning with want, the ache that spreads when you stop touching yourself, swamping your ability to think?"

She nodded, gulping as she tried to regain control of herself. Her fingers had curled up against her palms as she tried to resist the urge to finish herself off. Her pussy was glistening with desire, the sight enough to send chills racing through him. At any moment, any person might turn and see them like this, and the thought was both dangerous and alluring. Alex forced himself to press on, to keep talking, even as some part of him noted just how insane what he was saying actually was.

What could he do next? Images rose in his mind, all the routes now open to him. Alex felt his throat dry, and wondered just what path he would take.