Holiday Bondage, Aria gets festive and kinky part two

Lay back and spread your arms babygirl.” My date commanded. The loops of Christmas lights hinting at the holiday bondage he had in store for me. I didn’t hesitate to do as I was told. We had entered a new dynamic the moment he brought me here, and I was thrilled by it.

I laid back on the bed and stretched out my arms as instructed. My date gripped the waistband of my leggings and ripped them right off me in one go, exposing my lacy black boy short panties. I gasped with the shock of him man handling me, but also felt myself dripping wet by it.

He climbed on top of me, straddling my waist and keeping me pinned to the bed as he grabbed the Christmas lights. He wrapped one wrist in the strings and tied me securely to his headboard. Then he moved on to my other wrist, tightening the bond to make sure I can’t even struggle.

He pulled my shirt up until the fabric covered my eyes, and hummed in approval to see my nipples hard through the lacy black fabric of my bra. The lights finally made their way around my torso, wrapping first around the tops of my breasts, and then around the bottom. Squeezing them tight until I could only barely breathe. His hands trailed down my stomach, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

He inched his way down my body with his seemingly never ending string of lights.

He lifts my legs up, keeping them pressed together, and starts wrapping the lights around my thighs. Around and around he wraps, to my knees, shins, and finally ankles, until he runs out of length. There is no way my legs could open with how tight he has me bound, the bulbs digging into my tender flesh.

Strangely, I couldn’t care less. I was so turned on as he wrapped me up. Once I was completely secured, he rested my ankles on one of his shoulders and his hands roamed up my legs. Slowly, his fingers crawled up until he felt the edge of my panties. He reached under my ass and pulled the waistband, tugging them down just enough to expose my sopping wet pussy.

‘You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you babygirl?” He teased in his rich chocolate voice. I nodded frantically, whimpering with need and unable to speak through all my lust. He let out a low chuckle and I heard the sound that revved my heart into overdrive. His zipper.

Next thing I knew he was plunged balls deep inside of me and I let out a cry of pleasure and surprise. He was so fucking big. He pushed my bound legs up to my chest and started pounding away. I was mewling, moaning, whimpering, screaming, the whole arsenal of sounds were pried from my lips. I begged him for more, I begged him to take me, I begged him for mercy. But he gave me nothing but more of his unrelenting cock. It felt like he was ripping me apart and putting me together again.

I couldn’t help it when I came on his cock.

I didn’t even have any warning. It happened so fast, that I screamed bloody murder as I clamped down on his shaft and creamed myself. That’s when he lost it. He reached forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, picking up speed when I had no idea he could go faster.

He was cutting off my air and making my brain go dark and fuzzy, but he was also making my orgasm stretch out. I was at his mercy, just how he wanted it. Just before I was sure I would pass out, he dug in as deep as he could and emptied himself right into my womb.

He stayed inside of me for ages unloading his seed inside me, and I let him. This was all that I had wished for and more when this date had started. I was absolutely positive that he was getting a second date. I bet you can guess what I’ll be doing this weekend…

I hope you loved the finale of my holiday bondage blog! If you missed part one, you can find it here! Or if you want to enjoy the accompanying audio, you can get it here!

Xoxo

Aria

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