Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

Good Girl, Why was that phrase still ringing in her head? It held echoes of people and places she didnt want to think about. Their voices used it to insult and wound. His didnt. His voice had something very different in it, and his words wouldnt go away. Even so she was coming to the conclusion that the man was evil incarnate. No, not too tight, she answered as she worked the tension out of her jaw. His hands were warm on her breasts as he held her from behind. There was a sweetness to the sensation that relaxed the pint-up tension caused by the little knot that tormented her clit, and she let her head fall back against his shoulder. She sucked in a breath through her teeth as he caught each sensitive nipple and gently rolled them. Aislinn arched into the sensation without thinking, lifting her breasts a little higher into the air while she imagined his lips against her skin instead of his fingers. Its actually comfortable, she finished when he released her, some part of her mind utterly at odds with the fact that she liked being trapped in his ropes. Brent's hands were sure and confident, strong and gentle, and she felt safe under his attention and within the confines of his ropes. Aislinn realized she trusted this man she didn't even know far more than she trusted even Mallory. That poor man treated her like family, or what she believe was like family, and he held her secrets. But the man the slowly bound her, she'd put everything in his hands... and she was safe. The final braid of ropes that he gave her pulled her wrists down and her shoulders back, and her precarious balance almost required her masked stranger to keep his hands on her. One strong hand settled on her wrists, the other on her stomach, and her drew her back against him once more. A small sound escaped her lips against her will. The fabric of his pants couldnt protect her from the feel of his cock nestling between the split cheeks of her ass, hard, ready, and branding her with its heat. She should have been insulted, afraid, angry anything other than the wanton she was as she pushed back against him. He told her to take a couple of deep breaths and let him know how it felt, but the breath she took in came right back out as a low moan as that knot shifted and flipped over her clit. Yes, I think you go the tension right, Aislinn almost laughed as she dropped her head back against his shoulder again. Knowing what it would cause, Aislinn still twisted her hips from one side to the other, simultaneously grinding her backside against him and rolling the little, damp knot of rope over her clit. If this keeps up she stopped herself before she finished that statement. Aislinn had never considered some ropes and knots could be used to make her feel this way. A fresh blush was creeping into her skin, a telltale warning. If this kept up, she was going to come for him, and he would have gotten her there with little more than a few careful touches and that one, perfectly placed knot. A little smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, and Aislinn let herself relax. She allowed Brent to support her weight as she rolled her hips back against him, tormenting them both. It was insane but wasnt this part of what she had come here for? the freedom to do exactly what she wanted, when she wanted, and with whoever she wanted and what she wanted right now was to torment the masked stranger behind her as much as his artfully crafted girdle was tormenting her. Aislinn arched her back to keep her ass pressed firmly against the demanding pressure of his cock against her skin, as she turned her masked face upward to see the hard, hungry blue eyes looking down at her. Do I need your permission? she teased on a breathless whisper, swallowing back a moan as that knot flipped again and her body shivered. Behind her, she felt her masked man and his iron will draw tight with the same tension she felt in response to the little lure shed just thrown out. She had to wonder, how far was he willing to go with the mysterious, masked woman whose face hed never seen? How far was she willing to go? Had they already past the point where asking those questions didnt matter anymore? Safety and sanity be damned. Or can I come whenever I please?