The three of us are together. Two of us are hiding a secret. One of us has all the control.
I've been trained me not to touch, but to smell, taste, hear and see. It's the exact epitome of torment; a pleasurable personal fight I thoroughly enjoyed. Add the involvement of a prime kink, and serving my Dominant with the only thing I have to give - my physical self. It's the true meaning of selflessness. An act so intimate, so memorable, vivid fantasies could be built off of it.
I had to refrain, knowing I possibly had weeks before I would see him again in person.
There we were, side by side, together, but a million miles apart. I had to keep my cool. I wanted to lean in and take that bottom lip and even though I would know I'd be given punishment for it, I'd have bitten it anyway. I wanted to reach between my own thighs and touch myself only once while breathing in his scent beside me, knowing he could only watch. It was frustrating, not only sexually but emotionally.
It won't be long before all of us can't control our own urges while the tables turn.