Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

Waiting for Rose to answer filled Brent with conflicting emotions, a strange mix of impatience to hear what kinks she might share and contentment from not wanting the moment to end. She felt so good in his arms, her body pressing against him now willingly. Yet despite yielding to his embrace, she still radiated that energy and independence that made her feel so warm and alive. Had she just subtly frisked him? Her hands had moved against him as he held her, sliding to his lower back and passing the likely spots where a gun or harness might be along the way. Good thing she hadn't checked his lower leg. Interesting. Who was she? Her words when she finally spoke thrilled Brent. He believed her. She was just a woman who had cravings, either too embarrassing or still too unformed to share. But, she somehow trusted him to help her discover them with her, despite the grilling he'd put her through and the fact she'd just met him. And she definitely wanted to explore these desires tonight. What was her rush, what event loomed ahead for her? Then she pulled away and for a second Brent was worried the magic moment had ended. Had she come to her senses and realized he was a stranger? Even the instructor badge on his tuxedo might not be enough to warrant the trust she would need to do something like shibari for the first time. The equipment in the room likely didn't help, overkill for a neophyte when all Brent would need would be a soft rope, some candles, and a comfortable bed to give Rose an experience she wouldn't forget. It was awkward as he looked at that collection of what could be medieval torturer's tools to imagine what her inexperienced eyes might see. It was all a mistake. Brent opened his mouth to speak, to try to alleviate the concerns that he imagined were filling her mind, but he held off and let her study the equipment in silence. What could he say now that would sway her anyway? She'd seen the worst, and would either want to go forward to explore bondage with him, or demand to leave. The choice was hers. Then she took off her dress. Now Brent was truly speechless as her pale skin was revealed. The dress dropped with a slight whoosh and he felt his cock harden as he studied her curves for the first time. She was no waif model, delicate and fragile. Rather she was athletic, with a curvy and powerful body that hinted she was capable of defending herself. And god her ass, split by that black lace thong, was round and full and his gaze wound up lingering on it far too long. She was beautiful and his pulse began to quicken as more carnal desires began fanning the fire building in his loins. What he would like to do with her... Of course, Rose, Brent answered, dragging his eyes back up to meet her masked gaze and pushing down his lust to focus on being a teacher tonight. Keeping the mask on was a blow, he had been dying to see her face finally, but at this point he would accept whatever terms she laid out. She wanted her anonymity above all and again he wondered, who was she? Whatever you are comfortable with, I will honor. My mask will stay on as well, though. This will be about you... I'm just honored to show you for the first time something that I truly love. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Now, let me look at you. Brent began began to silently circle her while he began to partially undress himself. He studied her body as he walked like an artist would inspect a masterful sculpture. The jacket came off first, tossed to a couch. The black tie was unraveled with a sharp tug and left to hang loosely as his collar was unbuttoned. Then cufflinks were removed and his sleeves rolled up carefully to his elbows. He was ready for work now and his muscled and lean body was more visible with just the white shirt hugging his frame. He had never done this before, truly study the model for artistic reasons and his mind was spinning with ideas of how to tie her. He needed to understand her to do this right, both her physical lines, but also her personality. Even her body language as she stood before his inspecting eyes was important. How would he tie her to match who she truly was, or appeared to be? What would be the best way to make her feel what he though she might yearn for... she called it freedom, while under his control? We need a safe word, something you can say if you are ever uncomfortable so I can stop and put you at ease, Brent said as he ended his circular walk behind her again. This time he was close, his mouth right by her ear and he kept his voice soft, but firm as he gave her his first command. A hand moved to rest on the small of her back, guiding her to face the wooden table. Now... place your hands on the table.