Arielle: Bad Vibes 2

Description: Arielle, the infamous bondage pixie, is in way over her head this time.  she had already endured a half hour of this torment, but it just kept on going. the motel bed frame creaks as she strains against the ropes — hemp fibers biting into her wrists, her ankles lashed so wide her thighs quiver with exhaustion. a vibrator, placed ruthlessly between her legs, works against her swollen clit, its relentless buzz synced to the drip-drip-drip of her arousal soaking the stained mattress. she’s lost count of how many times her body has betrayed her, how many waves of white-hot pleasure have ripped through her despite the terror of her situation. but the vibrator isn’t the worst of it. on the nightstand, a digital timer blinks: 04:22, 04:21, 04:20, 04:19. and so on. four minutes. four minutes until the device in the basement — nestled against the gas main turns the entire building into a fireball. arielle’s supposed to be working the knots loose, but her thoughts crumble every time the vibrator’s rhythm surges. her gag stifles a scream as another orgasm tears through her, her back arching, toes curling in the air like a plea. sweat glues her hair to her forehead; tears streak down her cheeks. why does it feel so good? panic and pleasure wage war in her gut. every thrash of her hips tightens the ropes. every shuddering climax drags her closer to the timer’s merciless zero. the air smells of sweat and sex. if there wasn't the impending threat, it would be paradise for a bondage pixie. will she wrench free before the explosion? or will her last conscious thought be the vibrator’s hum, and the blinding light?