She cried out sharply at his touch, shying away as he fondled her breast. She bit her lip when he squeezed her nipple; the sensation was both delicious and painful. Her knees wavered again as she tried to steady herself.<br/><br/>She could feel the moisture between her thighs trickling down the insides of her legs. Her panties were soaked and the thin fabric clung to her little lips. Her clit was so hard and the position her bindings forced her to stand in, with her legs parted just a bit, exposed it to the satin of the little underwear. Every breath almost imperceptibly shifted them against her swollen bud. She couldn't stand it any more.<br/><br/>She turned her face to his neck, straining, even though it hurt her shoulders, to brush his skin with her lips. She had no idea how he'd react, but she had to... Her senses were so muddled she saw no other way.<br/><br/>"I want you to fuck me." She turned away quickly, tears standing on her lower eyelashes again in her shame.