Silk and Leather pt 3
Tulip flipped off the water and stepped out of the shower recess, grabbing the large, fluffy pink - towel, drying herself slowly with it as she sauntered through to the kitchen. She gently rubbed handfuls of her thick, honey blonde hair between layers of towelling while she waited for the kettle to boil, and when she was satisfied her hair was dry enough, she simply dropped the towel in the middle of the kitchen floor and promptly forgot about it - her 'maid' would tidy that up when he came round tomorrow morning for his twice weekly dose of humiliation. She carried her cup of sweet, strong tea out to the small lounge-room, setting the pink - cup down on the small table next to the pink leather sofa.
Tulip stretched out, naked, on the couch with a happy sigh, loving as always the feel of the smooth leather against her skin. She'd dealt with all her morning 'appointments', and there were none pending for the afternoon - she could indulge herself with her personal pleasures. Tulip reached for the remote control: time to see what her favourite pair had been up to in her absence...
It was amazing what a couple of blow jobs could get you, Tulip mused as she deftly fast forwarded through the images captured by the state-of-the-art surveillance equipment she'd installed in Yuuzen's and Choichan's quarters. The near invisible, high-resolution cameras - with full audio feed - had been in place for a few days now and the results were definitely worth the price. At a particularly promising image, Tulip slowed the recording to normal speed, adjusting the volume so she could hear every whisper, every murmur the lovers made, then settled back to watch.
Yuuzen, his hair loose and flowing in a cascade of luminous green down his back, and draped in nothing but the delicate jewelry he loved so much, was kneeling on the floor of their living room, his sexy buttocks resting back on his heels, his eyes full of love as Choichan sank slowly onto one of his erect penises. The Drovonian's - Tulip had found out what species he was - head tipped back in ecstasy when Yuuzen was at last fully sheathed in his body. The blue-skinned alien pulled his lover close to gently suckle on Choichan's exposed throat. Tulip smiled, they really were a beautiful pair, so loving and tender together. One of these days she was going to take them both at the same time, Yuuzen filling her cunt while she let Choichan have her arse. She snaked a hand between her thighs, teasing and stroking herself to a leisurely climax while she watched the aliens fuck.
She was just working up to her second orgasm when the doorbell rang.
Tulip growled in annoyance - there were times, she thought, when it would be handy to have a live-in servant. She considered ignoring the caller, but the doorbell rang again, jangling her out of her arousal. She sighed in exasperation, paused the recording, peeled herself off the couch and stalked to the door, flinging it open without preamble.
"Yes?" Tulip said crossly. Her expression cleared, and she smiled warmly when it registered who her visitor was. "Choichan! How nice to see you."
The alien stared at her and Tulip smirked; she didn't have a problem with answering the door while she was naked. Choichan glanced nervously over his shoulder before speaking.
"Uh, do you mind if I come in?" he asked, a little hurriedly, trying not to be distracted by the movement of Tulip's fingers over her nipple. Tulip grinned cheekily up at the alien, enjoying his discomfort.
"Yes, please come in," she said finally, walking back into the apartment, her hips swaying from side to side, leaving the alien to close the door. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you," Choichan was charmingly polite, "Look, Tulip, I've come to ask you to leave us alone, please. Yuuzen's not comfortable with the situa - "
He froze, dark-orange eyes riveted in horror to the stilled, crystal clear image of Yuuzen and himself making love, displayed on the screen. Tulip smirked.
Choichan's hands balled into fists at his side; he swallowed convulsively a couple of times.
"How long have you been filming us?" he grated out.
"The first camera went in the morning before our
encounter."
"Why?" he snarled, his tufted tail lashing.
Tulip shrugged. "I can't be there all the time
"
The cat-like alien glowered at her. "Remove the cameras."
Tulip looked amused. "Or what?"
Choichan lifted a hand and unsheathed his claws with slow menace in front of her face.
"I could kill you."
"Of course you could, pretty thing," Tulip said cheerfully, completely unconcerned, "and I couldn't stop you." Smiling, she stepped very close to him, tilting her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck. "Go on then, tear my throat out. I'm sure it'll make you feel better."
Choichan stared at her, wide-eyed, but he didn't move.
Tulip grinned smugly at him.
"First rule of intimidation: Don't make threats you're not prepared to carry out." She turned her back on him and wandered away to fix some drinks - her guest looked like he could do with one. Choichan was still standing there in the middle of the room, his shoulders slumped in defeat, when she returned.
"Drink." Tulip said, holding out the heavy - pink tinged - glass to him. The alien mechanically took it, swallowing a large mouthful of the vaguely clear liquid. It made him cough and brought tears to his eyes; Tulip giggled, taking his hand and leading the blinking male over to the couch.
"What is in that?" Choichan said when he could speak again.
"Bit of this, bit of that," Tulip grinned. "It made Yuuzen pass out."
The alien sobered at the mention of his lover's name, earnest orange eyes gazed into hers.
"Tulip - please can you just leave us alone?"
"Nope." She demurely sipped her drink.
"Why not? There must be others you - " Choichan groped for the right word.
"Dominate?" Tulip supplied helpfully. The alien nodded and she smiled at him indulgently. "Of course there are, but it's different. I'm very fond of you both."
Choichan looked surprised. "You are?"
She nodded, large blue eyes twinkling at him over the rim of her glass.
"It's not everybody I go to the trouble with making sure they enjoy themselves."
"Enjoy?!" he spluttered, indignant.
"Yes, pretty, 'enjoy'" Tulip was serious.
"We don't - have never - "
"Oh, stop pretending, Choichan," she said sharply, "True, Yuuzen doesn't understand the enjoyment yet," she smirked and slid into his lap, straddling the alien's lean thighs; he tensed but made no move to stop her, "you do, though."
"What?!" His tone was outraged, but the faηade was cracking.
Tulip took the glass out of his hand, putting it down on the side-table. She nibbled, very gently, along his jaw line while she undulated her hips in smooth, controlled little movements over his groin.
"You understand the pleasure in submitting completely to another's will."
"I " The Drovonian looked so helpless, so beaten, Tulip was moved to be magnanimous, sort of. She stroked his cheek gently with the back of her fingers.
"I'll remove the cameras, but " she licked his bottom lip, "I want something in return."
"Like what?"
Tulip smiled - it was so cute the way Choichan managed to sound hopeful and suspicious at the same time.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt for long."
His slitted pupils flared wide and dark in apprehension, and she kissed him before he could speak; firmly, cupping his face in her small hands, pleased when he obediently opened his mouth for her delighted when he began to reluctantly respond. She slid off his lap.
"Strip."
Choichan flushed, looking a mite rebellious. Tulip watched him dispassionately. He grimaced and stood up.
"You will remove the cameras?" he growled.
"Yes, yes." she said frowning impatiently. Didn't he believe her?
The Drovonian slowly heeled off his short boots, carefully placing them to one side, his movements exacting and deliberate. Tulip's lips pursed: Choichan was stalling. She raised an eyebrow - nothing more was needed - after which he was pleasingly prompt in removing the rest of his clothing. And then he was standing in front of her, naked, unsure, uneasy... beautiful in his apprehension. Tulip smiled and licked her lips, her gaze resting on the eight small bumps of flesh gracing his ivory torso.
Tulip had toys stashed all over her apartment you never knew when you'd need something, after all she reached past Choichan to open the single, small drawer in the side-table, rummaging through the assortment of things in there.
Ah, yes. Handcuffs, quick, efficient perfect. The feline alien had his hands cuffed behind his back before he knew it, and Tulip pushed him down to sit on the floor, his back to the couch.
"Don't move. I'll be right back." She smirked and picked up the remote. "You can watch this, keep you entertained while I'm away." Tulip flicked the 'pause' button, resuming the playback of the recording she'd been watching. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she strolled over to her bedroom. Choichan was blushing, his eyes averted from the screen but there was an unmistakable stirring at his groin. Tulip giggled; he was probably hating himself right now...
She hummed happily as she gathered what she needed; briefly considering getting dressed, then dismissing the idea blood stains were so difficult to remove from leather, or silk.
Tulip silently watched Choichan from her bedroom door for a couple of minutes. The alien was distinctly uncomfortable, still refusing to watch Yuuzen and himself fucking. Pity, he was missing a good show.
"Lie down."
Choichan blinked up at her. "Where?"
Tulip rolled her eyes. "On the floor. Now."
Choichan awkwardly shifted himself around until he was side-on to the couch, then, with abdominal muscles tensing deliciously, he lowered himself to the pink carpeted floor. He was half erect; Tulip grinned and stroked him fully erect, though he tried to resist the arousal. What? Did he see this as a betrayal of his lover or something? He shouldn't worry, Yuuzen - especially Yuuzen - would understand why Choichan had no choice...
Tulip played with him, taking her time, trailing fingers and tongue teasingly up and down his taut body, swirling her tongue around the tip of his penis before sucking him deep into her mouth. Choichan trembled and panted under her ministrations, eyes half-closed, small, involuntary sounds of need escaping his lips; he was so close to coming - and it was at that point Tulip tightly wound the thin leather strap around his balls and the base of his penis. Choichan stared at her, almost whimpering, his eyes glazed with painful desire.
"Not yet, sweetie," Tulip said as she straddled his hips, "maybe later, if you've been good." She reached between her thighs, holding Choichan's engorged shaft still while she positioned herself over it.
"Mmm.. oh
yes
" Tulip sighed happily as she slowly impaled herself on the alien, wriggling her hips a little, settling herself comfortably.
Tulip slumped forward over the alien's chest, braced on her elbows and gasping for breath. She chuckled, grinning wryly at herself. She had meant to wait before she came, draw it out a bit, but Choichan, flushed and straining between her thighs, was just too enticing and she couldn't help herself. Tulip leant forward and kissed him.
"You have no idea how good you look." she murmured, stroking the golden fuzz on his scalp. Choichan ghosted a smile at her, his eyes gleaming; he looked - relieved? Tulip smirked: he didn't think that was all she wanted of him, was it? What a naοve little treasure. She leant out a little, but not so far that he'd slip from her body, and pulled closer the small box she'd retrieved from her bedroom. It was a beautiful wee thing, very old, made from a heavy, solid wood, and painted - enamelled, that was the word - in a simple, striking pattern of red and gold flowers on a black background. Tulip loved this box, not only was it beautiful - despite not being pink - but there were many pleasant memories associated with it. She opened the lid and reached into the faintly spicy scented interior.
"What are you doing?" Choichan said, alarmed, when she broke open the seal of a small packet, wiping the disinfectant soaked material it contained briskly over his nipples.
"Don't want you to get an infection."
"What?"
"No more talking," Tulip frowned severely at him, "Or shall I gag you?" Choichan subsided, eyeing her warily. "Now try not to move," she slipped her hands into a pair of pale, medical examination gloves, then carefully removed a thick needle from its sterile packaging. "I'd hate to slip."
Tulip was sweating, she'd just finished the sixth piercing - and her third climax - and her hands were beginning to shake. She'd never done this many piercings at once and while Choichan's nipples weren't the smallest things she'd ever stuck a needle through, accuracy was vital and it required a lot of concentration to make sure the holes were all level. She smiled down at Choichan; he was being very good, holding himself as still as possible and not making any unnecessary, distracting, noises, save for the occasional bitten back gasp, or tiny moan as the needle went in. Tulip wriggled her hips slowly, her lips curving in a dreamy smile - he was still wonderfully hard and hot inside her, that would be getting uncomfortable for him...
"Only two more, sweetie." she said soothingly, leaning forward to lick the sweat from his neck, carefully avoiding pressing too hard against the new piercings. Choichan's jaw worked, but he said nothing. Tulip plucked at the seventh nipple with the broad-headed tweezers, pulling the small nub of flesh tight. Choichan gritted his teeth and twitched, his hips jerking slightly as she pushed the needle through the soft skin, then quickly threaded an opened gold hoop through the bleeding hole. She pinched the hoop between her thumb and forefinger, pushing the ends together and holding them there in place while she positioned the 'flash-welder'. Interesting bit of tech, that Tulip gently pressed the activating switch small, portable, it could be set for numerous types and combinations of metals or plastics, fusing them together somehow quickly and securely. Unlike conventional soldering, flash-welding was fast and didn't heat up the materials being fused it was perfect for sealing jewellery. Tulip sat back and wiped the back of her wrist over her forehead. One more to go, then she'd let him come... If he still felt like it. Choichan was not enjoying this, she couldn't help but notice. No matter, he'd thank her for it, once the piercings had healed - probably.
Tulip gently wiped an antiseptic swab over and around Choichan's nipples. They were still bleeding, would for a little while, but as long as he kept the wounds clean they should be fine.
"All done." Tulip chirped. The alien shuddered, and swallowed.
"Could I have a drink, please? Water."
"In a minute." Tulip said absently, entranced by her handiwork. Even at this early stage, with the piercings still raw and swollen and oozing blood, the effect of the eight rings was stirring.
Stirring?
Fuck that, it was downright arousing. One of her hands fondled her nipple, the other busy between her legs as she rode the grimly silent Choichan.
When she was finally done, she unwound the thonging around his genitals, not really surprised when he immediately deflated, so to speak. Just as well she'd kept him bound until she'd finished... Tulip helped him sit up, but didn't undo the cuffs right away. First, she got him some water, holding the glass to his lips as he drank thirstily, while never meeting her eyes. Eventually she released him, and he stood up, gently trying to flex his cramped shoulders without disturbing the piercings.
"You should be grateful," she said conversationally as the alien reached gingerly for his clothes, "I don't do that for everybody."
"I am honoured beyond belief."
Tulip sprawled easily on the couch, grinning at his heavy sarcasm.
"No, it's true. Piercing is an intensely intimate thing, I've only ever done it for people I've really liked."
Choichan did look at her then, his face curiously expressionless.
"Will you remove the cameras?"
She rolled her eyes. "I said I would, didn't I?"
"What about the recordings. Will you destroy them?"
"No." Tulip laughed. "They're mine. No one else will see them, but you can have copies if you like?" She smiled impishly up at him.
"No. Thank you. I think we'll manage." He wasn't quite gritting his teeth.
Choichan stalked to the door of the apartment, letting himself out without a backward glance, or even a 'good-bye'. Tulip pouted that was a bit rude of him. Then she stretched, and grinned, didn't matter, she'd enjoyed herself at least. She was going to need another shower before she headed out that evening though and maybe a nap too, but first... She picked up the remote control, thumbing the device and flipping through the channels until she reached the one that would display what the cameras in this room had just recorded.
Tulip settled back to watch herself piercing Choichan, relishing the little details, the things she hadn't seen at the time, like the way his tail had stiffened, then coiled up tightly as she'd thrust the needle into him...
Technology Tulip thought happily you've got to love it.
© 2002 October 14th Amanda Mullane Purpose
