Beauty is Truth
Title: Beauty is Truth
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: Beautiful girl ... anything could happen
Author's Note: For krazykitten46 and jackieville
The dress was dark blue, it brought out the colour of his eyes. Raw silk, sleeveless, showing off his beautifully defined biceps. His stockings, hold ups of course, flesh coloured fishnets, teamed with a plain court shoe, the exact same shade as his dress. Fingernails painted bright red, to match his lipstick, classy, chic.
His hair had been blow dried into the approximation of a bob and he walked with all the confidence of a beautiful woman. Viggo’s jaw hit the deck.
“Close your mouth, you look ridiculous,” Elijah snapped in a tone that made Viggo’s cock stir in his pants.
“Elijah…” he murmured, fidgeting. “Sir…”
“Do I look like a sir?” Elijah spoke coldly. “You will address me as Ma’am. Now get off the furniture, undress and give me a show, make me want you or do I have to go out and find myself …” he paused, unwilling to actually say the words out loud.
“No Ma’am,” Viggo dropped both literally and metaphorically.
“That’s better,” Elijah smiled. “You want to look don’t you?”
“Please Ma’am,” Viggo was transfixed. Elijah’s blue eyes had taken on a life of their own, the shoes elongated his legs and his hands, his fingers with their long red nails, he itched to have them on him, he wanted his mistress to hurt him.
“Then get undressed like a good boy and I will let you look at me,” Elijah crooned. He sat back in the seat recently vacated by Viggo and waited.
(tbc)
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Liggo
Summary: Beautiful girl ... anything could happen
Author's Note: For krazykitten46 and jackieville
The dress was dark blue, it brought out the colour of his eyes. Raw silk, sleeveless, showing off his beautifully defined biceps. His stockings, hold ups of course, flesh coloured fishnets, teamed with a plain court shoe, the exact same shade as his dress. Fingernails painted bright red, to match his lipstick, classy, chic.
His hair had been blow dried into the approximation of a bob and he walked with all the confidence of a beautiful woman. Viggo’s jaw hit the deck.
“Close your mouth, you look ridiculous,” Elijah snapped in a tone that made Viggo’s cock stir in his pants.
“Elijah…” he murmured, fidgeting. “Sir…”
“Do I look like a sir?” Elijah spoke coldly. “You will address me as Ma’am. Now get off the furniture, undress and give me a show, make me want you or do I have to go out and find myself …” he paused, unwilling to actually say the words out loud.
“No Ma’am,” Viggo dropped both literally and metaphorically.
“That’s better,” Elijah smiled. “You want to look don’t you?”
“Please Ma’am,” Viggo was transfixed. Elijah’s blue eyes had taken on a life of their own, the shoes elongated his legs and his hands, his fingers with their long red nails, he itched to have them on him, he wanted his mistress to hurt him.
“Then get undressed like a good boy and I will let you look at me,” Elijah crooned. He sat back in the seat recently vacated by Viggo and waited.
(tbc)