Roped In

Chapter I. Taking roots

She discovered the usefulness of her pretentious demeanor ever since an early age. Maybe it was the way she was destined to be or maybe it just was the simple way that the world works. Those who request often get what they want, while those who keep silent often miss such opportunities. Stephanie knew that pushing people was all it took for many to give in. In a world as complex as ours, we often mistake being used with being helpful. The line between the two can be so very fine sometimes that those who understand the intricacies behind it can use it to their benefit. And, besides her cunning and striking beauty, bending the will of others was a third favorite instrument for having her way.

But momentary bursts of control over those around her proved to be insufficient in time, as one can only obtain so much this way. She needed something more sustainable, more stable. She needed something that would assure her comfort and happiness. She couldn't keep jobs for long, hating to be told what to do, or to be restricted or directed in any way. She could often avoid it, by flaunting her incredible body or acting in a way that would change the subject altogether, but not always. She was tired of having to fit in with all the people she met on a daily basis, like a cog forced into a machine. So many different subjectivities and personality types to adapt to, just in order to survive. You see, Stephanie did not come from a well-off family, so she didn't have much assurance in life. Having to live in today's society can be hard without proper support, so she was always looking for a way out.

Alexander, on the other hand, was looking for a way in. His background was completely different than that of Stephanie. His parents passed him down the luxury of being the majority stakeholder in a manufacturing conglomerate, when they passed away, and that provided enough comfort and wealth to last him at least ten lifetimes. Needless to say, he grew up having everything he could have ever wanted. Being in his late 30's, he was now past a youth filled with all the experiences, women and substances one could go through. Of course, his status and wealth made sure that things would always go his way, so much that, in time, he became less and less able to enjoy them. Always predictable, always under his control,. Having a complete freedom of choice over so many options ended up rendering the most of them equal, similar, ...ungratifying. He was tired of being left with the same unmovable feeling of emptiness, of lacking, regardless of what he did.

So his encounter with Stephanie caught him completely off guard.

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"What do you mean he did it?!" she asked loudly in disbelief, while covering her mouth in shock.

"Yeah, I told you, I have him wrapped around my finger." she said, seemingly amused by the story.

"But he could lose his job if anyone finds out!"

"Yeah, I don't really care about that. Listen, whenever I wear a skirt or, heaven forbid, leggings, he can barely focus on what I am saying, let alone reason. If I flutter my eyelashes slightly faster, he almost starts drooling." she concluded, bursting into laughter.

The two women relished in their gossip without paying much attention to those around them. It was a Friday night and they were at a fancy club. Being Women's Day, ladies were allowed free entrance and were being offered complimentary drinks. Naturally, this attracted a large number of contenders set on making their night. One of these men was Alexander, who was following his old habits without much motivation or desire. He spent several of his past nights being cooked up in his manor alone, trying to distract himself with whatever activities he could think of. Once he couldn't bear it any longer, he decided to go out, although he wasn't expecting anything different than what he had already experienced before. In an attempt to diversify the chances of something unpredictable and exciting happening, he gave up escort services sometimes back, while also stopping telling women of how rich he was. He was tired of fake acts and behaviors based on what they thought they could gain from him. He yearned for an authentic human connection, free from any ulterior motives or influence. He just wanted to feel something again.

So seeing Stephanie was an incredible surprise, as her beauty struck him senseless. Of course, he had plenty of experience with women, so the feeling was momentary, but her demeanor caught his interest long enough to make him want to engage her and see what she was truly like. What was it about this woman that attracted him? Her straight dark hair was definitely a favorite of his, although not nearly enough to charm him. Her face had beautiful features, with big, mischievous eyes. Her body was mind-boggling. From head to toe, she struck Alexander as perfection reincarnated. Jesus, I must have drunk too much! he thought to himself. I mean, I don't mind finding such beauty in the wild, but it sure has been some time since a girl impressed me like that! He decided to study the conversation she was having with her friend from afar, while waiting for a chance to introduce himself. Soon enough, her friend left, probably for the bathroom, and he considered this to be a good opportunity to move in and start a conversation.

"Hey! How come no one is buying drinks for a girl like you?" he tried for an ice-breaker.

She measured him from top to bottom and retorted:

"Maybe I don't want just anyone buying drinks for me." while turning her head away.

(Sheesh, what an attitude on her! But hey, this could be interesting...)

"I get that," he said, trying to indulge her. "Not anyone would deserve you." he concluded, by sitting down next to her.

She measured him again with a scornful look.

"Listen, what exactly do you want?" she asked, seemingly annoyed.

"Well, that depends on what you're looking for in a place like this." he said, right before her friend would return to the table.

"All good here?" she asked, checking on Stephanie.

"I don't know." she replied, looking Alexander straight in the eyes.

Her confident, superior approach turned him on in a way he did not experience too many times in his life. Usually, women would try to please him and throw their best in sucking him off, wrecking their asses in his cock and overall just devoting themselves to him. He knew it all inside and out. But this? This was something unusual and exciting. At least for him. What could this girl make him feel? His interest became more and more pronounced and, unbeknownst to him, she was a master at identifying such hints and signs of availability. And, by availability, she meant windows for exploits and potential abuse. Just another opportunity for her to take advantage of.

(He looks pretty well-off. Seems to be wearing expensive clothes. And he is quite well-groomed. He might just be of use to me.) She thought to herself, while staring Alexander down.

"I think we might be." she finally said after a few seconds of silence. Turning to her friend, she continued, smiling kindly:

"Would you mind if we caught up tomorrow?"

Her acquaintance threw them both a meaningful look, then winked at Stephanie, kissed her on the forehead, grabbed her purse, and left the two alone. After just a moment, Alexander was asked:

"So, contender, what are your intentions?"

He smiled awkwardly, taken aback by her frank approach. "Well, firstly, I'd like to get to know you better. You seem like an interesting person."

"I see." she replied coldly, almost as if uninterested. "You know," she continued, tapping one of her long, dark manicured nails on her almost-empty glass, "you can start by offering me that drink you were so surprised no one offered me before. I'm thirsty." she concluded.

Alexander was head over heels with her attitude and unbreaking eye contact, constantly measuring and, in a way, devouring him even. He had never received this kind of attention before. Not like this. He didn't waste a second notifying the bartender and not long-after he had their drinks.

"What's your name, admirer?" she asked him blatantly.

He couldn't help but notice how she chose her words in a way that leveraged her position. He didn't mind it, as he was curious to where it would all lead.

"Alexander, oh, my Princess!" he replied, bowing down in a jesterly manner, which made Stephanie chuckle.

(Ha! I made her laugh! Good going, Alex!) he thought to himself.

She quickly regained her composure and pushed her hand in front of his face, saying:

"Princess Stephanie."

He picked up on her hint, took her hand, and kissed the back of it.

"Be blessed by my presence." she continued, making him laugh in turn.

The rest of the time they spent at the bar went on pretty naturally, with the two of them getting along better than either would have expected. Every now and then, she would make remarks or comments that somehow placed him beneath her, and every time he would play along. It was a childish but enjoyable game for both of them.

Once they got drunk enough to loosen up and hint their way towards leaving the place, he tried convincing her to go to her place since he didn't want to reveal anything about himself just yet. The less she knew about his status, the better.

"Pfsh, what do you mean go back to MY PLACE?" she said, almost yelling the last two words, without any regard for what those around them might hear or think. "I barely met you, I'm not going to let just any stranger know where I live. Why can't we go to your place?" she asked inquisitively.

He had to come up with something.

"To be honest, I had a fire last week, so I am living with a friend until I get the insurance money for the apartment." he told her, faking shame regarding his situation.

"Mhm" she replied, squinting her eyes at him. "Yeah, I don't know what to think about that."

He looked at her disappointed, almost in disbelief.

"Listen, listen, listen. I like you. You're a nice guy. You kissed my hand and all." she said, almost laughing. "Tell you what, there is a way we can actually do this. If I am going to bring a stranger into my apartment, I need to be absolutely sure that nothing bad will happen to me, do you understand?" she asked, pausing, waiting for his confirmation.

"Well...yeah, I guess, yeah, of course." he replied, caught between validating her fears and the uneasiness of being associated with a rapist or god knows what else she was fearing him to be. But she was right, though. She didn't know him and he was well aware of what kind of people there can be out there. A lady must protect herself.

"I really do." he replied understandingly.

"Ok, ok, alright," she said, her speech clearly affected by her intoxicated state. "Ok, tell you what, I'll take you, I'll take you, but you must be under my control. You get it? There must be no variable outside of my control. I must feel safe."

She was a stranger to him, as well.

"Well, what do you mean by that?" he asked cautiously.

"It's simple. I'll cuff you. What do you say? You can look at it in a kinky way, if you want." she said, winking at him provocatively with a seductive smile.

Alexander thought it over for a second. Something at the back of his mind was prompting him to avoid exposing himself like that, avoid being in such a vulnerable position. But his conscious self wasn't really hearing that. It wasn't hearing that at all. What he was under the impulse of, was a few days' worth of unspent sexual tension, coupled with his need for something new, unpredictable, and completely distracting. Being at the mercy of a hot girl like Stephanie was pushing all the right buttons for Alex right now, and that was all that he could process at the moment.

After a very slight initial hesitation, he prompted with a large smile:

"Where do we go?"

"Oh, yeah, can I also blindfold you? Sorry, I just want to make sure! I will keep your arm the entire time, you won't leave my side." she reassured him.

"Ok", he complied, chuckling awkwardly at her strange request.

(What a strange chick. But god fucking damn it, she's so hot!)

"Alright, so remember how I said I want you under my control? That's not just for security reasons. Are you up for it?" she asked, taunting him.

"Sure" he replied, bursting into a short laughter, thinking about what she could have in mind.

"Ok" she said, while leaving her drink on the counter and reaching beneath her skirt.

(What the f...)

She pulled down her panties, revealing lace Brazilian ones, mostly see-through, with only the part covering the pussy being opaque.They proved to be just large enough to cover both of his eyes when she pulled them over his head.

"Whoa" he said instinctively.

"What?" she asked, giggling, "does this impress you?"

"No, no, I just didn't see it coming. It might come as a surprise to you, but I've never had a woman pull her panties over my head." he informed her, trying to contain his amusement.

The fragrance of her pussy was pronounced, as part of the fabric pulled against his nostrils tightly. The combination of her body perfume and natural scents filled his nose, instantly making him hard.

"If only I had a second pair to shove into your mouth..." she said, pulling his arms behind him to cuff him.

"Wait, what the fuck, why do you have a pair of handcuffs on you?" he asked, dismayed.

"Precisely for evenings like these, cowboy. This isn't the first time a guy wants to come to my place and I have no better choice for the night than him."

There it was. For a while, she loosened the constant provocations, the more drunk she got, but by now she was probably starting to come off of it, as she started debasing him again. She finished cuffing him, grabbed his arm and pulled him aggressively in an unknown direction. While she would amuse herself at him tripping over all sorts of obstacles, he would start to experience more and more a tingling sensation, while being under her control.This definitely hadn't happened in a very long time. If it ever happened. Of course he had some escorts play rougher or go through some role plays, where they would have a dominant role, but an escort is an escort. This was real life, with real life events and real consequences.

So far, however, he was exhilarated with the way things were going. He understood her catty demeanor ever since he first laid eyes on her, so he couldn't have gotten upset with how she would amuse herself over his troubles now. Even more so since they were going to fuck. He was totally ok with putting up with her games, as long as he would end up inside that beautiful, tight pussy (as he lasciviously envisioned it, from what he could see through her dress). The ride home did not last for too long.

"Servant?" she asked him, by placing the back of her hand over his lips.

He understood the reference to their earlier game and kissed the back of her hand once more, while still blindfolded with her panties, before asking reverentially:

"Yes, Princess?"

"Will you continue being my money servant and pay for this ride, as well?" she pushed.

"Anything for you, Princess." he complied.

Truth was, the money he spent tonight was less than scraps to him. Usually he would mingle with some very high-end audiences, some being family connections, other business or personal ones. However, all of these people had a very annoying thing in common - the desire to protect themselves, their lives, status and comfort, which prompted them to always put up a front, a wall, a formal distance between them and most others because anyone who got too close or too personal could potentially hurt them or their business. In a way, he understood it all. However, he was tired of living like this. He wanted a change for something more personal and informal, prompting him to give one of the "regular" clubs a shot, popular as it might have been still. His usual posse would have never met in places like this for fun.

Once in her apartment, she guided him to a room (on the way to which he stubbed one of his toes in a piece of her furniture), where she pushed him on his back. Blindfolded, he braced himself for the worst, unsure of what to expect. He realized with relief that he was pushed on a bed, where he landed comfortably. She wasted no time in tying his legs apart, securing one to each of the front legs of the bed, then took another rope, which she brought between his cuffed hands and tied to the headboard, while sitting on his face, to keep him from moving. His excitement didn't last long as she quickly moved away from him, and the next thing he knew, a bright light blinded him suddenly.

Though he realized that she had removed her panties from his head, the sudden contrast in lighting caused him to squint and slightly gape his mouth in surprise. Once again, she swiftly took advantage of the moment, by shoving her panties in his mouth. She looked him in the eyes and said:

"You smelled them for so long, it would be unfair of me not to let you taste them also, don't you think?"

Surprised and confused, he looked at her baffled, as if not knowing what to say.

"You'll thank me later." she concluded with a mischievous smile, before leaving the room.

What a situation Alex got himself into! His heart was pounding hard and, in his mixture of concern and excitement, there was also room for having a boner, apparently. Being tied to the bed of a complete stranger made him think that this was just a game and that he could, in theory, break loose, if wanted. To test his theory, he lightly pulled at the rope and realized that it was tight and rigid. He applied more pressure, checking for any flexibility or fragility in the knot or bed legs, but to his surprise, he discovered that the bed was made of solid wood and the rope was securely knotted.

He realized that he was literally at the mercy of this hot (and a little bit crazy?) stranger and his heart skipped a beat. Just at that moment, Stephanie returned to the room, dressed (if that is the right word) in a very skimpy lingerie, sewn in such a way that it would enhance and pull on all of her divine body features. His dick was almost drilling through his pants, although his face was still carrying the worry of his realization.

"Awwwww, puppy!" she addressed his anguish, as if worried, empathetically. "You thought you could escape, didn't you?" she asked, approaching him with an impish look. By the time she climbed over him, with her crotch over his and her face inches from his, she asked, gently caressing his cheek:

"How do my panties taste?"

He continued to stare at her, still shocked by the situation he was in.

SMACK!

The shockwave her slap applied to his face traveled almost instantaneously to his dick, making it throb into her crotch.

From an expression of irritation, Stephanie's face changed abruptly to one of slight surprise and sensuality.

"You naughty, naughty boy!" she exclaimed, caressing the cheek she just hit. "This was supposed to be punishment for not answering me, not reason to get hard."

Alex continued to remain speechless, while the panties she had deposited into his mouth were getting soaked by his saliva.

"What am I going to do with you?" sounding somewhat hopeless.

Then, all of a sudden, her demeanor changed again, turning serious and firm. She grabbed his face tightly between her fingers and asked once more:

"How. Do. My Panties. Taste?"

Her eyes were piercing his very soul. His dick was pulsing with excitement in her crotch. They both knew very well what the other felt or wanted at that moment. Alex was caught between the strangeness of it all and the strong impulse to play along with this weird, exciting game.

"They-mpf, taste ghood, Prinsess", he offered his muffled reply, choosing to continue on this path for now.