Beauty is Truth (III)
Title: Beauty is Truth (III)
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: A guy and a beautiful girl … more things happen.
Author's Note: For mochalover
Only when the sweat broke out on Viggo’s top lip did Elijah slowly draw back a little, then took one more step away from his boy.
“Look then,” his voice managed to sound both inviting yet cold. It was his utter detachment during a scene that kept Viggo under his spell; it was the iciness that cleaved Viggo to him.
“You wanted to look at me slave,” Elijah slowly turned around, letting his boy feast his eyes on the form that was utterly male, totally in command and yet almost scarily female. The dress and shoes made his eyes even bluer, his skin even whiter, the red lipstick lending him an even more predatory look.
“Beautiful…” Viggo’s cock was so hard, it had began to leak, his voice was hushed, he felt more like a supplicant before the high priestess than a boy before his master. “You look so beautiful, Ma’am…”
The smile Elijah bestowed on him was malevolent, he nodded. “And you can’t touch,” he moved closer, pressing his toe against Viggo’s crotch once more, pressing harder and harder. This time he waiting until the sweat was running down Viggo’s face before he relaxed the pressure.
“You don’t deserve to touch, not with your hands anyway,” Elijah watched the goose bumps break out and knew Viggo was deep in headspace, all that existed for him now was pleasing his Mistress, worshipping her. He thought, though didn’t, wouldn’t say, how completely beguiling he found Viggo, how much he’d allowed his boy, now his lover to get under his skin. It hadn’t affected his cruelty, far from it, indeed if anything it had sharpened it, focused it wonderfully.
“No Ma’am,” Viggo gasped. He was terrified he might come and coming without permission was almost the worse thing he could do. “Please,” he whimpered.
A slow smile crossed Elijah’s face. “You’re not going to come are you?” he pressed down harder, watching his boy blanch. “Because if you did …”
Viggo hummed, it sounded like a melody from The Two Towers, a sure sign that he was in extremis and really setting his boy up to fail wasn’t part of today’s exercise, instead, Elijah moved quickly, withdrew his foot and slapped Viggo around the face, then backhanded his other cheek.
The force of the slap made Elijah’s hand sting and left vivid hand prints on his boy’s face. Viggo yelped, moaned then was still.
“Thank you Mistress,” he whispered, grateful that for now his orgasm had receded.
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: A guy and a beautiful girl … more things happen.
Author's Note: For mochalover
Only when the sweat broke out on Viggo’s top lip did Elijah slowly draw back a little, then took one more step away from his boy.
“Look then,” his voice managed to sound both inviting yet cold. It was his utter detachment during a scene that kept Viggo under his spell; it was the iciness that cleaved Viggo to him.
“You wanted to look at me slave,” Elijah slowly turned around, letting his boy feast his eyes on the form that was utterly male, totally in command and yet almost scarily female. The dress and shoes made his eyes even bluer, his skin even whiter, the red lipstick lending him an even more predatory look.
“Beautiful…” Viggo’s cock was so hard, it had began to leak, his voice was hushed, he felt more like a supplicant before the high priestess than a boy before his master. “You look so beautiful, Ma’am…”
The smile Elijah bestowed on him was malevolent, he nodded. “And you can’t touch,” he moved closer, pressing his toe against Viggo’s crotch once more, pressing harder and harder. This time he waiting until the sweat was running down Viggo’s face before he relaxed the pressure.
“You don’t deserve to touch, not with your hands anyway,” Elijah watched the goose bumps break out and knew Viggo was deep in headspace, all that existed for him now was pleasing his Mistress, worshipping her. He thought, though didn’t, wouldn’t say, how completely beguiling he found Viggo, how much he’d allowed his boy, now his lover to get under his skin. It hadn’t affected his cruelty, far from it, indeed if anything it had sharpened it, focused it wonderfully.
“No Ma’am,” Viggo gasped. He was terrified he might come and coming without permission was almost the worse thing he could do. “Please,” he whimpered.
A slow smile crossed Elijah’s face. “You’re not going to come are you?” he pressed down harder, watching his boy blanch. “Because if you did …”
Viggo hummed, it sounded like a melody from The Two Towers, a sure sign that he was in extremis and really setting his boy up to fail wasn’t part of today’s exercise, instead, Elijah moved quickly, withdrew his foot and slapped Viggo around the face, then backhanded his other cheek.
The force of the slap made Elijah’s hand sting and left vivid hand prints on his boy’s face. Viggo yelped, moaned then was still.
“Thank you Mistress,” he whispered, grateful that for now his orgasm had receded.