The Rest of the Movie

For the rest of the movie, the game went on. Clara sat with her legs pressed up against the arms of the chair in front of her. Her lower body was exposed, not a scrap of clothes below the skirt she had hiked up to her waist. Her pussy was bare, and it burned with desire. She could feel the liquid of its lust soaking against her inner thighs. That touch brought her some shame, she had never been so aroused before. Not once in her life had she ever felt like this. Her skin tingled, and her nipples and pussy felt warm. His clitoris was pulsing a slow song of desire, and even the gentle touch of the cold wind against her made made her shiver and shudder.

She felt exposed. She felt vulnerable. Clara felt that, at any moment, anyone could turn and see her now. Her legs felt frozen, locked in place, and she knew she would not be able to move and cover herself in time if they did. Her throat grew dry as she considered what might happen. Panic was a constant whining drone in her head, but one that she could easily ignore. She did not believe that she was doing this, at the same time though, it was one of the most intense things that she had ever done. She felt Alex at her side, his presence was impossible to ignore, his words calmed her, and helped her to focus, even as her own inner submissive rejoiced at what was going on. She was blushing, imagining what would happen if someone saw, but she didn't change her position. Instead, she forced herself to remain exposed, just waiting for the shout, the call of alarm that would notify her that they had been seen.

Alex did not touch her. But he sat beside her and told her to touch herself, his voice was firm, powerful, it sent a shiver racing down her spine. He told her to stroke her pussy, to touch herself, to tease and coax her pussy. Her fingers caressed her labia, wet with her own juices, she shivered as she felt her own digits gently peel back the layers of her folds. Her pussy pulsed with need, the feeling of entering herself even slightly made Clara arch her back, biting down on her tongue to prevent the moan building.

Fuck, fuck! It felt so good! Her lower self had been teased all the way here, and now it was catching on with her arousal as well, she felt so very sensitive, so that even the smallest touch made her tremble, and filled her lower body with burning want. Clara touched herself, stroked herself, and all the while, she could feel Alex watching. His arousal was obvious, she could see the bulge in his pant. What if he decided to take her right here and now? The idea made her writhe silently in her seat, her fingers stroking her lower self, bringing flame to the fantasy. She imagined if he told her to stand up, and took her from behind. She imagined the motion, the swinging of her breasts, the impact of his thrusts, each one bringing her closer and closer, making her fight not to moan, even as she felt her body succumbing to the lust which already made her lower lips so tender

When she was about to climax, Alex told her to stop again. It was one of the hardest things she had ever done. Her fingers twisted in desperation as she pulled them away from her soaking pussy, her legs twisted, and she was forced to breath deeply, mastering herself as her lower body begged for her to return to it. She gasped. Never had she thought it could be this hard not to touch herself, but her skin screamed for contact, her blood ran hot, arousal swamped her mind, and her pussy tingled with desire. Clara gasped, her fingers twisted into fists. It was torment to stop, and each time worse than the last. Clara could feel the climax burning inside of her, she could feel it trying to boil to the surface, trying to sweep her away. She wanted it, oh god did she want it. But Alex refused to let her have it. Each time she brought herself near, he would tell her to stop, and she would have to do it, scowling and pouting, feeling her body screaming at her to disobey. By the time the movie was halfway done, Clara was not even paying attention to it slightly. She was gasping, her pussy dripping, the need to climax was almost overwhelming. Her legs trembled, and her breasts and nipples felt hot and sensitive.

There was no release for her. The movie went on, Clara was forced to continue her own torment. She touched herself, she writhed, she gasped, and she silently begged for Alex to give her this release. He didn't, though, and kept her to the pattern. Again and again, she would masturbate to the very cusp of arousal, and then stop, fighting herself to hold her body in place even as she slowly felt the agony of denial spiking through her body. Her pussy ached to be filled, her skin tingled, screamed with want. She gasped, doing her best to stay as silent as she could.

Finally, the movie ended. Clara almost didn't notice, too caught up in a haze of need, but Alex told her, and told her to sit down again properly and fix her skirt. Clara did it, though felt almost betrayed as she realised that he had no intention of allowing her to climax. The lights came back on properly, and Clara smoothed out her dress. As people got up to begin to move from the theatre, Alex's hand closed around her own.

"What did you think?" He asked her. "I was wondering how to punish you, Clara. I felt that you'd probably enjoy most things. So this seemed a pretty fun way to do it. Fun for me, anyway."

"That is...." She gasped and heaved. "So nasty, Alex... Do you have any idea what that felt like...?"

"Well, it's supposed to be a punishment." He winked at her. "Now come on, we still have things to do today."

He got up, gesturing to her to do the same. Clara did, rising to her feet, though they still felt weak. Her pussy trembled with the ghostly promise of a climax that had not come, and she knew that Alex was still not done with her. Her heart soared, and beat more quickly as well, and she wondered what other punishment that he might have in store.