Beauty is Truth VI
Title: Beauty is Truth (VI)
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: A guy, a beautiful girl and a shoe fetish.
Author's Note: For the lovely rifleman_s who may need a break from the footy.
Cuffed, so that he was unable to move, Viggo was very aware that his ass was gaping, wide open for his Mistress. He fancied he could feel cool air on his heated skin; the spreader bar was a tricksy device he fell in love with … at first sight. It locked its wearer into position, doggie style, so that he was vulnerable, on display. He shivered.
In his boy’s vulnerability, Elijah could see great strength; he was never less than awed at how much, how far, Viggo would take, would go for him. It meant way more to him than any words, it was this quality that drew him in, made him vulnerable in his turn. Where once he drew away from certain emotions, now he embraced them.
Slowly Elijah walked around his slave, his high heels clicking loudly against the prevailing silence. He noted that Viggo was quivering in anticipation, waiting for Elijah to breach his body. For once he was absolutely silent; not daring to break the spell his Mistress was weaving. This was exactly what Lij strived to attain. Exactly this. Silence. He accepted he would never be able to take Viggo’s noises away from him but it just made these occasions all the more precious.
He stopped, standing behind his boy, watching how Viggo’s head moved, trying to gauge where his Mistress was.
The heel of Elijah’s shoe was high, it was rounded, it was perfect to push into Viggo’s taut body, to slide gently into his yawning, hungry asshole.
A sharp intake of breath and Viggo was shaking, the sensation of coolness, the texture of the heel new and unbearably hot. Resting his toe on the tender skin at the bottom of Viggo’s back, Elijah found he could quite effectively fuck his boy, true, the heel was thin in comparison with say his cock but judging by the way he moved, Lij was confident it was having the desired effect.
tbc
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: A guy, a beautiful girl and a shoe fetish.
Author's Note: For the lovely rifleman_s who may need a break from the footy.
Cuffed, so that he was unable to move, Viggo was very aware that his ass was gaping, wide open for his Mistress. He fancied he could feel cool air on his heated skin; the spreader bar was a tricksy device he fell in love with … at first sight. It locked its wearer into position, doggie style, so that he was vulnerable, on display. He shivered.
In his boy’s vulnerability, Elijah could see great strength; he was never less than awed at how much, how far, Viggo would take, would go for him. It meant way more to him than any words, it was this quality that drew him in, made him vulnerable in his turn. Where once he drew away from certain emotions, now he embraced them.
Slowly Elijah walked around his slave, his high heels clicking loudly against the prevailing silence. He noted that Viggo was quivering in anticipation, waiting for Elijah to breach his body. For once he was absolutely silent; not daring to break the spell his Mistress was weaving. This was exactly what Lij strived to attain. Exactly this. Silence. He accepted he would never be able to take Viggo’s noises away from him but it just made these occasions all the more precious.
He stopped, standing behind his boy, watching how Viggo’s head moved, trying to gauge where his Mistress was.
The heel of Elijah’s shoe was high, it was rounded, it was perfect to push into Viggo’s taut body, to slide gently into his yawning, hungry asshole.
A sharp intake of breath and Viggo was shaking, the sensation of coolness, the texture of the heel new and unbearably hot. Resting his toe on the tender skin at the bottom of Viggo’s back, Elijah found he could quite effectively fuck his boy, true, the heel was thin in comparison with say his cock but judging by the way he moved, Lij was confident it was having the desired effect.
tbc