I nodded my head up and down, straightening up.
“Do you understand that if you touch me without my express permission, I will be forced to discipline you?” she asked.
I nodded again, my eyes locked on hers.
She had started using her index finger to trace along areola, not quite touching her nipple.
“I always start like this.” She murmured. “My breasts always get sensitive when I’m horny, and they like a lot of attention.”
She took the leash and wrapped it around her ankle, and then held the handle out to me.
“Take this girl.” She told me.
I reached out and took it in my hand.
“Now we’re still connected, and I can use both hands.” She sighed.
I watched as she put her fingers on both nipples, slowly massaging them in circles. Occasionally she would cup one of her breasts and spit on it, using her fingers to massage the wetness in.
“I’m so fucking wet.” She said softly.
I glanced between her legs, and the slit beneath her sparse landing strip looked shiny and swollen.
“The longer I tease, the harder and quicker I cum once I really start.” She whispered.
She kept playing with her breasts, the nipples stiff and dark brown, standing out from the pale flesh of her chest. I longed to reach down and feel one of them, to take the sexy heat in my hand and feel the nipple.
But I didn’t dare move.
Instead, I stood and stared, holding the handle of the leash that was wrapped around her ankle, and then connected back to my collar.
I felt my body tingle and respond to the erotic show happening just two feet in front of me.
“I feel so good.” She panted. “So wet and ready.”
I almost asked if I could help or touch, but I suppressed the urge and kept quiet.
One of her hands trailed down her stomach, and I held my breath in aroused anticipation as her finger touched the top of her thin line of pubic hair and began to slowly trail down over it.
I could almost feel her touch on my own soft thatch of hair, and I was aware that the crotch of my panties was wet against my inner thighs.
I’d never been this wet.
Her finger continued to push down, and with a sudden deep sigh she pushed it against her clit.
Her lips parted down there, and I could see strings of her cunt juice stretch across her opening, and her finger pulled at her clitoral hood and the stiff button came into view, shiny with arousal.
“It aches it’s so hard.” She moaned.
She put a finger on either side of her stiff clitoris and moved them up and down without touching it, letting the back-and-forth motion create indirect stimulation.
She took in several long and ragged breaths, her eyes glossed over as she stared in my direction, her face looking beautiful in the soft light as the agonizing pleasure slowly pulsed through her.
“Oh fuck yes.” She moaned. “It feels so good. So fucking dirty.”
I nodded even though I didn’t think she could see me. It was taking every bit of my self-control to not touch her or myself.
I wanted to crawl onto the bed and taste and touch her slippery folds almost as badly as I wanted to push my fingers into my sopping panties and touch my own.