Red Lace, Bondage and a Job Well Done (Optional Bias)

This is a continuation of the Holiday Special, part 6. Find part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, and part 5 here. For your convenience, I have added a little bit from part 5 and re-posted pictures for reference~

Rating: M







“Come over here~” you gestured with your finger. Like a robot, he walked over to you mindlessly. You stood on your knees brushing your thighs subtly to tease him. When he walked to the edge of the bed, you held his chin with your finger, drawing him forward to join you on the mattress.

This is my Christmas present to you, oppa,” you said in between kisses.

“I was… mm… beginning to wonder when I’d get my gifts.”

He was sitting against the bedhead with you on straddling him, making out with him. Breathing became more like panting the way you two were kissing each other. You ground your lower body against his in up and down and circular motion to arouse him further. The only thing keeping you both from feeling each other was his white towel that began to loosen with the movement. Moving this way only made him more impatient for you as he squeezed your butt into his pelvis, and slid his grip down onto your thighs in anticipation.

You reached behind him under the pillow to pull out a set of handcuffs without his knowledge. “Close your eyes, oppa.” He did so, and as you made out with him, you slyly pulled both of his hands behind him and quickly locked his wrists together with the metal.

“What–”

You stopped him from talking with a finger to his lips. “It’ll be fun.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “You bad girl… Is this what you were planning?”

“Mmmhm,” you breathed against his lips. You pulled out a blindfold also behind the pillow and tied it around his eyes.

“Omo… You’re binding AND blinding me?” he asked as you covered his eyes with the cloth.

“That’s the plan…” you said against his skin, nipping at his neck.

“Ah…” He shivered at the enhanced sensations. Now that he was blinded, his sense of touch and hearing became so much more intense. The weight of you against him, the soft feeling of your hands running up his arms, your licks against his neck, your exaggerated breathing next to his ear to tease him… It was almost too much for him to bear.

You held his cheek with one hand, drawing his mouth open with your thumb. You slipped your tongue inside of his mouth, swirling it with his and pulling back to tease him. When you retreated, his face moved eagerly with parted lips towards yours for more.

You left his lips to bite his ear as your hands slid up his arms, and down from his shoulders onto his chest, gradually slowing as you got to his stomach. His stomach fluctuated under your touch and he exhaled several tense sighs. You slipped a finger under the towel, and ran it along the edges of the cloth, winning small trembles from his abdomen.

“Unhh… take it off already,” he demanded.

“Are you ready enough yet?”

He sure was. When you slipped down his thighs off of his lower body, his hardened member stood erect under his towel. But you took your sweet time. Your hand peeled the towel open, stroking his thighs as you did so. You took his length into your hands and rubbed his tip with your finger to test him, causing him to throw his head back and lean into the pillow. “Ah…” Your forefinger and thumb made a circle around him and you began to move it up and down him, slowly.

His chest rose and fell with excitement, his face flushed red with arousal. He felt and heard the bed shift as you seemed to be backing away from him. Suddenly, he felt warm air near his tip and panicked.
“Wait-” He squirmed up in protest, but you had already taken his tip into your mouth. You sucked on him carefully and slowly at first. He was worried at first, but with such a delicious feeling overcoming him, he lost all of his previous fears. “Faster…” he breathed. You bobbed your head against his shaft, gently stroking his other parts with your hands. “Uhhh…” His body was tense as he focused all his senses on the pleasure he was experiencing on his lower body; he was also being careful not to squirm this time.

As your pace increased, the more his hands struggled against the metal restraining his wrists. He wanted to touch you, to grab your hair or to hold your head against him as you tasted him. But the blindfold was the worst. He wanted to see everything. He wanted to see the way your lips moved against him, sucking on him or the way your wet tongue glided along his length. With the growing need for release inside of him, the urge to touch you and see you, paralleled in intensity. What you were doing to him made him feel so good however, that he couldn’t even express what he wanted in words. He began panting when he was nearing climax, but you stopped just before he was about to cum.

“Why did you stop?” he growled frustratingly. So close! He was going crazy at the pleasure he felt but could do nothing to enhance since he was bound, and now you wouldn’t even let him finish. This needed pay back. “Unbind me. Unbind me now, ____!”


You figured he probably suffered enough, so you wrapped your arms around him as you took the key to unlock the handcuffs, rubbing your breasts against his chest and grinding against his lower body again to provoke him, this time, with only your underwear in between. He could only exhale in irritation.

When you finally released him, his hands burst free and he tackled you onto the bed. He hovered over you on his knees and ripped the blindfold off as he breathed heavily. He pinned your arms above your head and lowered his face to you, glaring at you. “You can only tease me so much before it becomes too much, jagi-yah.”

“Oh? And what are you going to do about it?”

“First, I’m going to drive you mad like you did to me…” He tied your wrists together with the blindfold and held them there above you. “And then I’ll do you so hard, you’ll be screaming my name like I was the only man in the world. But first, I need to give you a taste of frustration. Hold onto the pillow. You’re not allowed to move your hands, or I’ll stop all together.”

He lifted your lingerie top off of your stomach as he gave you love bites downward. His fingers tugged your panties down as painfully slow as he could manage as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your hip. Your hands squeezed the pillow behind you in response to the pleasurable sensations.
When he finally pulled your panties all the way off, his hands languidly made their way up your leg. When his fingers met your thighs, his hand began curving into your inner thighs, closer and closer to your womanhood. You clenched your thighs together, squirming against his touch.

“Part your legs for me.”

You did. His lips met the thigh that his hand was not stroking, again, teasing you as he got closer. It sent shivers all over your body and when his lips finally met your womanhood, you bit your lip, sucking in your breath, struggling so hard not to move your arms.

He flicked his tongue against you a couple of times before letting it sink into your opening. You gasped. His finger massaged your clit as his tongue explored you, doubling the pleasurable sensation. When his tongue got tired, he used his finger instead, rubbing your inner walls, searching for that one place. You moaned with the sudden change of pressure.

When he touched that special place, you yelled out his name, and your grip tightened onto the headboard instead of the pillow. You constantly gasped and squirmed as he rubbed you in the right spot over and over. When your body was about to climax, he pulled his two fingers out and kissed your navel instead. In the end, he had won; you were very, very mad.

“Finish me. Now.” You sat on your knees, struggling to pry your hands free of the bondage. “Take this off of me.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“I want you right now.” The animalistic look in your eyes was enough to convince him to listen to you.

He pushed you back against the bed again, positioning himself in between your legs as he untied you. You kissed him impatiently as he did so. “That’s not asking, but I’ll take it.”

He stripped you of your top being sure to knead your breasts in the process, as you both made out aggressively. You pulled at his hair, demanding more from him. No matter what you both did, it just didn’t feel like enough. Even when you straddled him, sinking your opening onto his member, it wasn’t enough. You only pulled him closer into you. He left kisses all over your collarbone and chest when you hugged him close. When you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, digging your nails into his back as you rode him, it still didn’t feel like enough. You could feel his warm breathes against your chest; he could hear your heavy panting beside his ear. When you screamed his name into the night air, when he breathed your name against your lips, it wasn’t enough. The sensations and tension built up as you both pressed your bodies into each other more and more. You both reached your limit at the same time, releasing your breathes, your hands, your tense muscles, everything. He fell back, pulling you with him.

You both laid on the bed, watching each other dreamily. He brushed your hair away from your face to see the way your face glowed, even in the dim light. “You’re amazing, jagi-yah. I feel like I’ve worked off a thousand years of sexual frustration,” he chuckled. You pulled his face closer to press your lips against his. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. “Sleep well, my love,” he whispered into your hair before you slipped into a deep, deep sleep.