Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

It was a huge relief when Rose said she wasn't with the member that was stalking them. Brent did not want to deal with the drama of a jilted lover, of course it was a bit presumptuous on his part that there might be something happening tonight that could cause jealousy. The way she said it, though, dismissing the idea so precisely, made Brent think that she also wanted to let him know she was free of any entanglements, at least tonight. Our night then, replied Brent to her request before he pulled her off into the crowd. It was fun sneaking her out of the room. Brent parted the crowd and moved through gaps expertly, not even bothering to look back to track their pursuer. If Mallory knew they were trying to lose him, he'd fight even harder to keep up. All Brent wanted was a nice solid lead until they exited the exhibit, then he pulled the eager girl next to him into a trot and turned a corner quickly. He was used to this kind of work, but with much higher stakes. It was nice to evade pursuit as a prank and without his life on the line. Still, his pulse quickened and adrenaline filled his body. Was it because of the chase, or the fact he was sneaking off with this mysterious and beautiful girl pressed to his side? Outside, the hallways were less crowded and people parted easily for what appeared to be an eager couple looking for a quiet spot. Brent had memorized the map earlier, another old habit, and led them quickly through the hallways of the former mansion to one of the rooms designated for instruction. A beautifully appointed study with dark wood walls, the room had been cleared of its normal furniture and instead was filled with leather sofas that focused on the center of the room. There was a table with an assortment of BDSM accessories that would make a hardened Master blush. Coiled ropes, shackles, cuffs, pads, gags, floggers, crops, and blindfolds lay on the wooden surface, organized meticulously and ready for use. Next to the table was a metal cage like structure, four poles and a roof made of metal bars, designed to enable suspension bondage. The floor under and around the cage was a nice padded carpet, thoughtfully provided for the comfort of anyone that might be lying or kneeling upon it. The room was technically open to the public but for use only by instructors. Brent locked it behind them to prevent an audience. In the hurried flight, Rose hadn't gotten a chance to fully look at the equipment in the room and her back was to it now as she turned to tease Brent. They were both breathing a little hard and she'd spun from his side to speak with him and was now pressed against his front, Brent's arm still curled around her hip. I sometimes like being watched, Brent agreed, grinning as he brought his other arm up to her lower back to make his hold a complete embrace. But I have to really trust the person. He could feel the heat of her body through her dress as they brushed against each other, his arms holding her lightly as he tipped his face down towards her masked one. Her explosion of red curls blossomed in his vision and that emotionless mask frustrated him beneath, revealing only her bright eyes that now seemed to twinkle with mischief. She seemed so full of energy and warmth in his arms, like a burning ember heating his body and mind, threatening to consume him. You never answered my question earlier, about what desires those scenes brought up in you? So tell me, what kind of desires do you have?