Emily, even ungagged by her now captor, couldn't do much but uncomfortably hang in her bondage. Well, not all that uncomfortable. She actually quite enjoyed the position she was in, the uncomfortable feeling came from the near silence between her and her bully. She had trouble staring up conversation on a normal day with her, let alone in this situation she'd found herself in. Miranda lay somewhere below her, breathing hard after having enjoyed a climax, and a powerful one at that. She couldn't help but feel jealous of her. She said she'd give her one too, though she was beginning to have doubts she'd be allowed to have one at all until Miranda had to let her go on Monday. And that was three days from now...
She shook her head, trying to shoo the thought of being denied for so long away. In her desperate movements, she noticed her blindfold had been moved up ever so slightly. Was it when Miranda had tried to pull her gag free? It mattered little, as she now found she could see out of the corner of her eye, if just barely. She saw the clamps still hanging off of her nipples, her trembling legs and the couch beyond that, with a very wet pillow sat on top. Her heart sank a bit as she wondered how she would explain that to her mother. Was there any chance she could convince Miranda to let her put a wash on? She shook her head again, sending the silly thoughts away. It wasn't the time to worry about such things. Instead, she carefully craned her neck, so as to look down at the other girl.
What she saw made her knees weak all over again, and she had to bite down on her tongue to avoid gasping at the sight. There on the hardwood floor, lay the main character of all her dirty, top-secret writings, completely naked, her modest breasts wobbling about with every breath. It wasn't the first time she'd seen her naked, but it was the first in this situation, and definitely the first from this angle. Emily wished her knees weren't kept apart, as she really wanted to press them together and keep her excitement from showing. Not that it would make a lot of difference. Her excitement was already dripping down the insides of her thighs; hard to hide that while naked and bound spread-out on top of it. Still, she squirmed in her bondage for the umpteenth time, sending the clamps jingling, which didn't help her aroused state at all.
"How long have you... Not had an orgasm now?" Asked Miranda from below, bringing her thoughts back on the more pressing matter.
Emily felt her cheeks blush for some reason. Why would that question make her feel ashamed, especially after all she'd already been through? Was it the casualness with which it was spoken, or the fact that it would reveal her more... perverted side? Because as far as she knew, Miranda was even more into it; she did know how to bind her into a strappado after all, a position even she had never been able to put herself in.
"Uh... about... mmmore or less seven days now..." She responded hesitantly.
With her limited vision, she watched Miranda gawk at her, left speechless by the number. She stayed in stunned silence for a good few seconds, before a devious smile took over her features. Emily didn't know how to feel about that yet. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine again, much to the delight of her captor, who seemed obviously pleased with the view.
"Oookay, I think I should get to it then. If anyone does deserve to cum, it's definitely you Em." She cooed, before hoisting herself up by the side of the table.
Emily watched her in secret as she stood up and walked to sit behind her, but not before tossing the wet pillow away. Soft hands ran over her rump, making her knees weak again, and she pushed back onto them involuntarily. The soft caress continued to her thighs, then back up on the insides before coming to a stop right under her folds. A hot breath landed on her very, very wet petals, drawing a needy moan out of her. Surely Miranda wasn't going to...
"Here's the deal. I'll make you cum, but you have to give me something in return. Orgasms aren't free anymore, not for you, 'kay?" Miranda said in the same, authoritative voice as before.
"Uh, wha-" Emily managed to whisper before a slap against her now sensitive behind made her yelp.
"If you let me finish, I'll tell you how this goes!" the blonde said impatiently. "Now, are you listening?"
Emily simply nodded, hoping Miranda could see her. The bully responded by caressing her stinging rump, before laying out her options...
-Option C: "I'm kinda curious what you taste like. But if I do this, you won't get to cum for the rest of the night."
Emily was shocked at the suggestions she received, yet knew already which one she wanted most. Her rump was still slightly sore from the plug she'd been wearing, but she was also unsure whether she could actually reach climax from that alone. As for the other options, one was way more tempting than the other. Being denied for the rest of the night seemed like a small deal, especially after the week she'd been through. Besides, if she got out of this situation with her social life intact, she'd always have the memory of her bully's face buried in between her legs.
"I-I want you to... Um..." Even as the athletic girl tried to make her request, she felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment. Her voice turned to a whisper as she continued, "I'd like you to... taste me."
"Is that so?" Miranda grinned, as Emily saw out of the corner of her eye. "If you're sure then."
Before the auburn girl could even consider responding, fingers ran down her rump again, this time digging on the inside of the soft flesh, parting her cheeks lightly. With a gasp, Emily tried to keep still, finding it hard as a hot breath washed over her folds. The ropes holding her hands bound creaked as she pulled on them, but as before, there was no give. Miranda had done too good a work on them. It wasn't exactly how she'd pictured her first sexual encounter going, but she'd be lying if she didn't admit the person definitely was part of that fantasy. Somehow though, she'd imagined herself on top, having control over the blonde girl for once...
