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Angel – Eighth Part : Pin wheel

25 Jun

 

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He tugs gently at the tie on the side of her lacy black panties.

The bow unravels easily, She feels the slight tension of it release away from her skin. The material peels away , revealing the trimmed narrow line of her pubic hair. He lets gravity take its course, and then releases the other side. The last piece of clothing falls from her silently.

She is naked. Her arms are secured above her head, Her back is against the cool wood of the door. Her legs are kept apart by the spreader bar attached to the leather cuffs at her ankles. The blindfold has stolen her vision.

She is breathless. She fears she may faint. She aches. A hunger that fills her swollen sex and radiates through her body in intense waves of desire. She has never felt anything like this before and yet he has barely touched her. She can sense his gaze upon her and it makes her weak. She is afraid of what he will do to her, and she wants him to spare her nothing. She has lost her senses. She is consumed by lust. She is trembling with fear.

She feels a tingling sensation on her cheek. She flinches away from it, and she swears she can actually hear him smile.

Something moves over her flesh. It is like a small electric current. It is not painful but a whimper escapes her throat.

‘It is a pin wheel.’ he says, answering the question she had not asked. His voice is deep. Steady. Commanding. Almost reassuring.

She imagines the small steel wheel, a circle of tiny spikes. Something lurches in her lower belly.

He rolls it impossibly lightly across her face. It is a sensation she cannot explain. She is afraid of it, of those vicious points, but it is such a perfect caress. Her runs it over her lips. It is gentle but dangerous. It excites her nerve endings so delicately, so exquisitely. She does not want him to stop.

It disappears over her chin and tracks down her throat, moving downwards. As it reaches the gorgeous swell of her breasts she feels the downward pressure on the rolling wheel start to increase. It is suddenly intense, sharp, painful, delicious. It leaves a thin, raised pink line on her pale flesh, but does not break the skin. To her, it is a trail of red-hot fire.

She moans as the spikes begin to traverse her hard-as-berry nipples, her areolas puffy and sensitive with arousal.

She cannot separate pain from pleasure.

Just when she thinks she can take no more, the pin wheel leaves her breasts and begins to journey across her belly in slow circles.

All the time moving inexorably lower.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo taken by me, courtesy of Jenny

 

 

 

 

 
23 Comments

Posted by on June 25, 2013 in D/s, Lovers Past

 

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23 responses to “Angel – Eighth Part : Pin wheel

  1. carolinejuliette

    June 25, 2013 at 9:48 pm

    Deliciously enticing….

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  2. thesacredroad

    June 25, 2013 at 9:54 pm

    as always a sensually erotic and breath stealingly enticing. perfectly etched upon the most fragile of skin. X

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  3. Maggie Carpenter

    June 25, 2013 at 9:56 pm

    Ohhh the memories….

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  4. ktz2

    June 25, 2013 at 11:02 pm

    oooohh uuhhh . ., loved this. As with your other pieces i imagine myself in the lucky female’s role, and I can assure you I am not the only one ! But that is the intention and purpose,(or part of it), is it not? Thank you.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      June 26, 2013 at 8:46 pm

      The intention, first and foremost, is for me to amuse myself in writing. But It is pleasant to think that a few women consider themselves as you have suggested.

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  5. abbiefoxton

    June 26, 2013 at 8:44 am

    Such sensations – the mind plays tricks while the body is transfixed.

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  6. Master's Slave

    June 26, 2013 at 11:11 pm

    So Beautiful. Love these moments. My head on his shoulder, leaning down and ever so softly as his tender lips touched mine. Lovely.

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  7. Morbid Insanity

    July 10, 2013 at 7:11 pm

    “She cannot separate pain from pleasure.”
    There’s pleasure in pain, sometimes.

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  8. Romantic Dominant

    July 15, 2014 at 8:47 pm

    Reblogged this on A Faded Romantic's Notebook.

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  9. georgeforfun

    July 15, 2014 at 9:07 pm

    Reblogged this on georgeforfun.

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  10. errantsatiety

    July 16, 2014 at 3:19 am

    *breathless*

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  11. emmylgant

    July 16, 2014 at 6:24 am

    Is it me or is it getting almost unbearably hot in here?

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  12. suzisummer

    July 16, 2014 at 10:04 am

    I can feel the pinwheel on my breasts as I read..the anticipation is electric.

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