Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

Brent was a little embarassed when she chuckled at his comments, was he sounding pretentious again? Her perspective struck home though, as it had earlier, and he realized he had been projecting his own desires on the model. Enjoying bondage while under his control, yes that was a clich fantasy he supposed. Rose, or whatever her name truly was, had a different view entirely and it was eye opening. Free, while being tied up. Free of making choices I suppose, Brent answered, studying the model as he thought about Rose's words. Did the model's smile curve up a slight bit more? Had she heard their conversation? He grinned and squeezed Rose's hand, shaking his head as if trying to clear it of his prior viewpoint. His blue eyes locked on the grey ones floating behind the mask, a little bit of flirtation now in his voice. You are right. I see my fantasy, a beautiful woman tied up and enjoying it. I'm curious, what desire of yours do you see? It had been difficult to abruptly shift from flirting about their kinky desires to questioning her, but the chemistry Brent was feeling with her made it critical to find out what was going on. If he was being played, he had to know now. When he heard her answers, Brent gave an audible sigh of relief and his body relaxed slightly. She wasn't lying, or trying to deceive him. Even with the mask on he could sense her response was authentic, embarrassed at having to admit she was here out of curiosity. And of course, a desire to maybe be a little wild tonight. He does appear a bit nervous. And he definitely appears to need a new drink as he is trying to sip melting ice at this point, Brent replied, a friendly smile now reappearing on his face. I think he may have a panic attack any moment actually. Us stopping seems to be really upsetting him. So he took you here, but you aren't with him, right? Brent was getting a sense of her now, just by filling in the missing and unsaid pieces. The nervous member following her and her carefully guarded responses made him think she was someone cutting out for the night. Perhaps the member shouldn't have brought her and was worried about repercussions from her family, or his work? He clearly felt like his role was to babysit her out of view, not show her the ropes himself. She was important, someone the member couldn't let come to any harm, but she was able to get people to do what she wanted despite her value. At the same time, she had some ropes already tying her down and letting her not be free. Was it her family? Her work? Maybe a husband or boyfriend that was over-controlling? His eyes glanced at her hand. She had no ring, or any mark on her finger showing one might normally rest there, so likely not a husband. I tend to be a careful person. It's a good trait to have, Brent answered as Rose turned the tables on him. She was sharp and could read a person well, definitely not a gullible, innocent girl to be swept off her feet at a kinky BDSM event. There was the implicit question behind her jokes, why the fuck would he be able spot a tail at a masquerade party in a crowded room, and while flirting with her? She was used to dealing with people who had enemies and realized what an abnormal skill this was to have for a normal person. Brent tried to deflect, unable to think of an excuse. Well, I have a couple parking tickets I still need to pay... It was just luck that I saw him, really. He is just so bad at trying to follow you that he stuck out. Let's hope he really doesn't need to be your babysitter tonight, because he isn't very good. Brent slipped his arm around her waist casually, pulling her tight and leading her at faster pace towards the remaining pieces in the exhibit. Parting the crowd with his free hand, he leaned down and whispered to her conspiratorially, Do you want him to follow you all night? Or can I help make sure your night out is yours alone? This is my night out as well, long overdue, and the one thing I hate is being watched.