Having reached her decision, the blonde girl reached out with the tips of her fingers to the other's cleanly shaven lower lips, running her finely trimmed nails against them, causing the naked girl to squirm in her bonds and moan behind her gag. Ever so slowly, she inched upwards, keeping her fingers parallel to the moist slit between them, sending spikes of nearly electric energy up the other's spine. Miranda had no experience with vaginas save for her own, but she was willing to bet that any sustained movement or caress now would cause her perverted plaything to go wild. Emily's sensitive little nub already protruded far beyond its protective hood, standing at attention and waiting. Just her breath was enough to have it and its owner wriggling, let alone touch. But Miranda always kept her fingers just a couple centimeters away, enough to be tantalizingly sending slight ripples of movement to it, but never enough to provide proper stimulation.
After a while, the blonde began caressing with the tips of her fingers, drawing soft patterns around the whole sensitive area, occasionally picking up some of the natural lubrication Emily provided, gliding easily around her target. She closed in on the sensitive little bell at the end of every random pattern, yet always skipped over it, allowing only the shadow of a touch to pass by, earning a lot of frustrated mewls and slight movements for her efforts. When all of the sensitive surroundings were covered with a slick sheen of humidity, she would let out a breath over them and delight in the goose bumps that formed all over. With deliberately slow movements, she would then slowly spread the warm liquid again, making sure to 'accidentally' touch the sides of her fingers on the engorged nub, before pulling away, acting as if it didn't exist at all.
Emily moaned in frustration, realizing belatedly that she would in fact not be granted a quick release as she had expected. Miranda chuckled softly as she continued her ministrations. She alternated between softly scratching, running her fingers or her knuckles and blowing cool air all over the sides of her teammate's lower lips, while her other hand had taken to absentmindedly caressing Emily's inner thigh. The whole situation and the intense sexual energy in the air had driven both of them much closer in this weird, unbelievable scenario than they would have ever been otherwise. Miranda didn't even think twice about touching anymore, while the other girl leaned into every touch, every caress, moaning and squirming. Though in her case, it could have been the constant denial shredding her ability to make conscious decisions.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Em." Miranda teased, "I said I'll find another way to help you with denying yourself. You might get to cum, but I'm not sure I want you to. Not yet anyway."
A high pitched whine escaped the athletic girl's lips as she rocked her raised up bottom back and forth. The rope holding her hands bound creaked as she added pressure to it while lifting herself up on her toes. Miranda pulled her hands back, giggling at the bizarre attempt to... convince her, she supposed. The lack of touch caused Emily to whine more and rock harder, prompting the blonde to harshly land an open palm against the other's pert buttock, eliciting a yelp and very satisfying, meaty slap. The act seemed to stun the bound girl for a moment, and Miranda took the chance to repeat it on the other buttock too. Again. And again. And again. Alternating between the cheeks, she delivered slap after slap, utterly thrilled by the mix of yelps, whines and sounds of flesh impacting on flesh. She felt her own folds growing moist once more, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought about getting a towel or something beneath her, so as to hide any incidental evidence that might just occur.
"If you don't play nice, I'm going to slap your ass until it's as sensitive as your clit, you hear?" She said, her authoritative tone quieting the other girl down quickly.
Despite the spanking, Miranda noted that her plaything's own petals had not grown less wet in the slightest. Quite the opposite, it seemed as if the pain had added rather than taken. She sighed in delight, running her slightly stinging palms over the reddened flesh of Emily's rump, taking the occasional chance to squeeze softly. She had often taken long looks at Asht- Emily during their practice, and especially during the showers. To be finally able to touch unhindered, while holding all the cards... One hand slipped down between her own thighs, fingers seeking out her little bud. It was already twitching, drenched in her own humidity and ready for another round. The blonde spent a second contemplating the unfairness of giving herself yet another release, while keeping her teammate's one away. But only a second; as soon as Emily leaned into the caress again, Miranda threw her apprehension to the wind.
Catching her nub between two fingers, she began to slowly rub it in a circular motion, while her other hand slipped between the other's loins. Her knuckles ran against the very moist petals, dragging a thumb behind. She slowly, carefully dragged every knuckle over the quivering little bell, eliciting a deep moan out of the bound girl with every one. Once her thumb ran past, Emily's breath hitched as her knees went weak, and she almost tumbled off balance. Miranda grinned at the adverse reaction, before her lips became a straight line of focus, as she rubbed her own nub softly, the feelings she was coaxing out of it sending small jolts of pleasure all over her body. Her breath quickened, as the athletic girl found her footing, standing still in her bondage, awaiting further touch. She didn't even breathe, all of her body nearly frozen with the expectation. When none came, she let out a small, questioning whine, trying futilely to look back towards her captor.
"You should... wait... your turn..." Miranda whispered in between needy gasps, her fingers having sped up, driving her ever closer.
Emily flushed even redder as she realized what was going on behind her, but still decided to wiggle her butt enticingly in the air, hoping it would garner some attention. The blonde, smiling at the cheekiness of the move, decided to give the bound girl another swat on the backside, before reaching between her legs, pinching the overstimulated nub between two fingers, though more aggressively than she did her own. It was Emily's turn to let out a needy gasp, as a shiver was sent across her back, yet she kept rocking side to side, not having been thwarted by the aggressiveness at all, trying to find any kind of friction from the fingers holding her. For her part, the bully started to softly tweak her fingers while holding them in place, giving just a little bit more stimulation to her teammate. Funny, she thought, for once they were actually working together on a common goal. Suck on that, coach.
