Steve's Bedroom

And so it was that Holly soon found herself arriving at a destination she certainly didn't want to arrive at in an Uber she had been made to pay for accompanied by an old creep she wouldn't have been seen dead with under normal circumstances. The only problem was that she had seemingly done this of her own volition. It wasn't like Steve had a gun to her head or she gave a shit about hurting his feelings.

As it turned out, the house was quite spacious, though decorated in a style appropriate to Steve's elderly mother who actually owned it but was apparently away for the weekend. Inevitably she was quickly taken through to her unwanted date's bedroom and her opinion of Steve lowered even further. For an older guy how was he so much less mature than her? It was decorated like a child's bedroom with posters of video games she didn't play and Japanese anime she didn't recognise. There were a lot of toy figures strewn about the place and Holly wondered to herself if he just looked at them or actually played with them. The Duvet of the double bed Steve was no doubt hoping to get her naked under was Star Wars themed.

"Welcome to my humble abode!" Steve smiled smugly.

"Well, your mother's" Holly muttered under her breath as she stood as far away from the bed as she could manage with her arms folded across her chest.

"Okay, for now I would like you to remove everything you are wearing except for your underwear. I don't want to have too much fun too soon!"

"Seriously?" Holly blushed as she began unzipping her dress "You know full well I have no interest in you and you are making me strip anyway?"

"Making you?" Steve raised an eyebrow quizzically, his dick hardening as Holly's dress dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it, her white cotton panties and bra revealing most of her well toned and shapely young body. To top it all off, she looked cute when she was mad.

Holly was now tugging at the ring she had been told to remove with huge frustration which caused Steve to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Holly snapped.

"You won't get that off. It's cursed, that's why you are doing everything I tell you." Steve explained.

"Don't be so ridiculous!"

"Fine, don't believe me. But you asked how I had made you so wonderfully obedient to me," Steve shrugged "I'm going to head to the shop quickly. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"

"I'm good. But can you maybe turn the heating up if I'm going to be stuck here in my underwear?" Holly asked sulkily.

"Will do. Oh, you're paying by the way. Give me your credit card and tell me your pin."

"It's 5287" Holly sighed as she passed it over.

With Steve out of the way for a while she googled on her phone for information on cursed rings. It sounded crazy, but then so was stripping to her underwear and giving her credit card to a man she found repellent in every way. To her horror it seemed Steve's story checked out. A ring which looked remarkably similar to hers from the artists impression was said to have existed and the stories of the power it could give someone over the person wearing it was total. If that was true, she had to get out of their. She quickly began a text to her friend Amy.

"Hey Amy, I need rescuing. My date is a creep and a total freak as well. The guy is a disgusting, perverted loser who thinks he can order me around. Long story but I am stuck at his place. Can you come rescue me? The address is.."

Holly suddenly looked up to see Steve at staring back at her. She had been so busy typing she hadn't realised he was already back.

"Who are you texting?"

"Nobody"

"Tell me the truth Holly"

"My friend Amy"

"Give me your phone"

Holly sadly passed over her mobile and watched nervously as Steve read the contents of the text. He didn't look happy.

"You stupid girl. Perhaps I should punish you for your act of defiance right now" Steve threatened "Or perhaps I should let you invite your friend over first?"