Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

You don't have to apologize, I'll make sure you are sorry, teased Brent back in reply to her question. There was humor in his voice, but the situation naturally lent other overtones which he definitely wanted her to think about. I'm sure you will give me lots to make you sorry about. She clearly enjoyed the fact that she was arousing him and her encouragement made it easier for Brent take a bit more liberties while he tied her up. With the vantage he had on her sex, she couldn't deny the fact that she was equally as aroused. Her swollen lips peeked out between her spread thighs and the musky scent of her arousal was impossible to hide. The back of his hand could feel the dampness in her cleft as he pulled up the rope garters and his hand emerged, after some unneeded rubbing, glistening with her juices. Brent couldn't help but wonder how she tasted as he glanced at his wet skin. Rose's throat clearing at the intimate contact didn't slow his fingers down at all, but earned her a quick wry smile before his eyes returned to his work. Having control also meant maintaining his self-control and he fought the urge to tease her more at this early stage. He was confident he would get everything he wanted in due time, or at least what he needed. When his finger returned to draw the most intimate line a man could trace on a woman, he found her cleft even more aroused and practically dripping by the time he paused on her clit. So much tension and aching need had been created from such a small gesture. His finger traveled maybe eight inches at best, yet that little journey had forced her to close her eyes in pleasure and left her breathless and twitching. Amazing. This was the kind of reaction Brent loved, a girl turned on by his control, his ropes, and most of all his touch. Fuck he was hard right now and had to take his own deep breath to keep his iron self-control intact. His pleasure could wait. Good girl, replied Brent with a pleased nod as she accepted the challenge. Placing the knot at the proper angle on her clit required lots of careful fingering and frequent adjustments of slack to get the positioning of the now slippery rope just right. And creating the intricate girdle around her torso was similarly difficult, demanding frequent tugs and adjustments to craft series of loops up her belly that held the ribs of the design together. While he wasn't overtly trying to stimulate her, he likely couldn't have done a better job even if he had been making an all out effort. By the time he was finishing her breasts he could feel the shivers of pleasure the web of rope was creating, even though Rose seemed to have set her jaw and was fighting to not let any moans slip out. Almost done, does this feel too tight at all?, said Brent, fingers caressing her breasts from behind under the pretense of checking the amount of pressure they were under from the ropes that squeezed them. Her nipples were so hard they felt like little pebbles under the palms of his hands. A thumb and finger on each rolled them gently as he thought for a second. Perhaps he should have tied them into the girdle as well? A shrug and he released them as he decided he could always fix that later. I'm going to set the final tension rope down your back now. The last rope hooked the top of the girdle to her wrists and followed her spine down in thick braids to tie into the rope that split her ass. Once properly tensioned, it arched her back slightly, forcing her breasts to point upwards and pulling her rear backwards slightly. Only then, under tension, did the diabolical structure of the girdle finally reveal itself. Every breath she took and every motion she made would pressure the rope that rested in her slit, with the knot of her clit as the focal point that would send sweet pulses of pressure directly into that sensitive nub. Balanced precariously, the knot threatened to slip over her clit at any moment and was in fact designed to flick back and forth at times, such as if she tried to straighten her back or her wrists pulled too high. Ok, now take a couple deep breaths and tell me how it feels now, murmured Brent in her ear again as he pressed his body against hers from behind. His cock was hard and he let it nestle against her rear. One hand went to rest lightly on her wrists while the other dropped to rest on her stomach. Some more cruel advice followed. Did I get the tension right? Try to straighten and twist.