Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

So, he wasnt shy. He didnt even attempt to hide the fact that she had an effect on him, not even under the excuse of propriety. Instead, he pressed into her, and the heat of him burned into her skin. Aislinn couldnt resist the vivid images that rushed through mind, all involving the hard cock pressed tight against her ass. Despite his restrained and calm demeanor, there was a deeper aggression in him somewhere. It tugged at her, drew her in, like a moth to flame. Aggression she understood. I know what to say, she answered carefully. She heard the dual edge in his voice, but she didnt have time to examine what it might mean. A small, startled sound escaped her lips as he gave her wrists a little tug downward, narrowing her attention back to the moment. His other hand cupped, and caressed her back side, and then gave one cheek a playful slap that made her bite her lips to keep form giggling. Should I say Im sorry, she teased, laughter on her voice again. Knowing he was just as effected by all if this has she was made her feel bolder. Of course, shed never admit aloud that the proof of his arousal felt branded into her skin. But, despite that, he was seemingly still in complete control of himself, something she envied greatly when her own senses felt far outside her control. One of his feet slipped between her own, and gently, but firmly, widened her stance with two taps that almost dared her to say something, anything, about it. The hand still at her wrists kept her balance secure as her legs were forced wide enough that cool air assaulted the damp lips of her sex. The sensation made her suck in a slow breath, but the deepening sense of vulnerability made her shiver. We'll start with the front of the girdle. His voice cut through her thoughts and brought her focus back to him as Brent collected more rope from the table and began to walk another slow circle around her. Whether it was for his benefit or hers was unclear, but despite his eyes closely studying her body again, she found she felt strangely comfortable. And then he came close again and kneeled before her. Aislinn held her breath, watching him with a mixed sense of curiosity and nervousness. Some part of her was complaining that he was far too close while some other part fussed that he was not close enough at all but they were both silenced as he slipped his rope around her thigh. She genuinely liked the sure, strong movements of his fingers as they worked. They tickled her inner thigh at times, firmly gripped her leg to adjust her stance at others, and the surety in each touch quieted the nervousness that had been building. Even so, when his hands brushed against her sex in order to wrap his rope around the very top of her thigh, it became difficult to breath properly. In the interest of playfulness, she cleared her throat as if admonish him, but she didnt try to escape the contact, and he didnt seem inclined to avoid it. When the rope garters were in place and Brent was sitting back to admire his work, Aislinns mind and body were entirely focused on the masked stranger that sat so wonderfully close, and yet so terribly far away from where he had carefully cultivated an ache that was spreading from her moist slit to sit heavy in her lower abdomen. When he sat back and smiled, admiring his work and staring at her sex, Aislinn was surprised by the sudden urge to try and hide herself from him. She wasnt easily embarrassed, and no one had ever accused her of being shy so why did she suddenly feel that way? Again, Brent took the time to explain what he meant to do but as his hand reached between her legs she found herself holding her breath again. She watched him wide-eyed as his fingers tapped her lower back, and then slid down between her ass cheeks without so much as a hint of hesitation. He didnt seek permission of any kind, he simply touched her as he pleased, and something about it was more deeply arousing than anything that had happened before. Her jaw clench as his fingers brushed boldly over the darkest part of her lily-white backside, and then continued to slip between the moist lips of her sex. Shed forgotten how to breath by the time his fingertip paused against her clit. All sensation centered there with a twitch-inducing intensity. Please. Her eyes were closed when he looked up, but they snapped open when she heard his voice again. He was going to tie a knot right where his finger was resting. That could be a blessing or a curse, depending on how you looked at it. It took a few seconds to realize he was grinning up at her, a man well aware of himself, her, and the game he was playing with her. It was goading. Yes, her voice was clipped, but not angry. It was just sharp because she didnt trust herself to speak without giving herself away any more than her body already had. That finger was still just sitting there, and she rolled her hips slightly to prove her point, stealing a little relief in the form of stimulation. I can take it. He took away the contact between them after that, but it wasnt long before his ropes replaced his fingers. He hadnt been lying about that little knot - if she moved it rubbed deliciously against that sensitive bud However, he had omitted that as he tied the rest of the girdle, every little tug or adjustment was going to make that knot rub and shift over her clit. This meant that she was almost constantly stimulated, and what could have otherwise been a source of relief became a device for torture. Every other tug of those ropes made her shiver, and it was only a stern, stubborn will to deny him the pleasure of hearing her moan that kept her quiet. By the end of it all, the ropes beneath her breasts lifted them, and the ropes over them gently pressed down to hold them in place so that her taunt nipples point proudly upward. Over all, the ropes were comfortable rather than confining. They were tight against her skin, but they didnt constrict her breathing, or even the movement of her legs. But, the most sensitive and intimate parts of her body were on great display, and Aislinn felt more naked than she had before the ropes had been put into place. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the need to cover herself, hide her body from his eyes but there was little she could do to hide. If she pulled her legs together, the rope garters would only press the lips of her sex together between the ropes. With her wrists tied together behind her neck, she couldnt use her arms to hide her chest. The fact of the matter was, she was well and truly exposed and had nowhere to hide. And yet, once he was done, all she really wanted was his hands back on her skin again. Now, how did I get here? she wondered, thinking back to where they had met. How had she gone from politely curious about this stranger in a mask that played with ropes, to tied up in his ropes, alone, and aching for him? It was insane to be where she was right now but she couldnt convince herself that she wanted to be anywhere other than where she was. Maybe I have gone crazy after all.