Unholy Matrimony
They don't break the skin, but they prick the nerve endings, sending a shiver rippling through her entire body.
I trace the curve of her shoulder blades. I trace the dip of her waist. I trace the roundness of her buttocks.
She whimpers, shifting in the air, but the ropes hold her fast.
"You like that?" I murmur.
"It stings," she gasps. "It’s cold."
"Not what I asked. Do you like it?"
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth as she considers my question carefully.
“Yes. It’s very sensual.”
I run the wheel down the back of her thigh, then up the inside, stopping inches from her pussy. She jerks, trying to chase the sensation, but I pull away.
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