Thread: Kimi wa Petto. {GreysmithxLingering Desire]

Tulip was bored watching the party, all the people enjoying their time. She hadn't been to a party in a very long while. It made her sad. her life had been so rough. She was 10 when the fall of America came, 3 years later change came. A drunk partygoer came up and banged on the front of her enclosure. She jumped and scooted away from the glass as they laughed and then got sick. Denton moved forward and ushered them away before requesting a clean up crew. As the people filtered out he took her to the restroom, a red leash being given to him. He clipped it on and walked her back to the enclosure. While out and among the people she got a whiff of that scent again. Tul wasn't sure why but it effected her in a very deep way. She blushed knowing the way her heart raced pleasantly at the deep mucky scent, of what she knew was a man. Rocking on the swing she watched her new master for a little while, before the crowd got in the way and she lost track of him. That is until he stood before her display case. Her eyes stared up at him curiously. Tyson Kersk, She whispered the name, it was a strong name that sounded pleasing. They were interacting and talking about her, or rather discussing her in general. Denton handed over her information, the papers she'd filled out at the border. It stated how many pregnancies she'd had, not that it asked if they survived. But that was water under the bridge. The woman doctor said they'd fixed her... certainly this didn't mean they'd repaired her womb. Being that she was a pleasure slave, none of that was really needed... right? The tap on the glass caused her gaze to shift from where it landed, on his waist , and up to his eyes. They weren't green and they weren't brown. She blushed, but rose to her full height of almost five foot. The leash was once again clipped to the loop next to her tag before it was handed to the man. She stepped slowly from the enclosure. She felt compelled to thank the man that held the other end, instead she kept quiet. Her gaze shifted up to him, Tyson. She offered him a smile. Be sweet, open your legs, be sweet. She turned and offered Denton a small wave before she followed him. Fighting between wanting to touch him and wanting to hug him, she moved. The delightful smell filled her lungs, from where she wasn't sure. Curiously she watched his broad shoulders and allowed her eyes to dart down to his hips and posterior. He was well made. Pushing aside the thoughts, thoughts she couldn't believe she was even having, she watched as her leash was released. it seemed he had no fear in her running. Either he didn't care or he knew he could catch her. She watched him whistle and then the sleek car pull to the curb. It was so shiny she could see herself reflected in it. Her reflection went away when he opened the door, she peered inside to the dark interior. Climbing in she scooted along the seat. her dress bunching along her pale thighs and her leash catching on the door frame. She gasped and yanked it in before fixing her dress along her legs. Sitting so she could face him, she tilted her head as he slid in. Tulip wasn't sure what he expected of her... if anything, so she remained at his side and quiet. It was here she realized it was HIS smell she adored. Inhaling deeply she felt her nipples beading and then a tingle travel up her spine. Absently she placed her hand on his leg. When he said nothing after a few minutes she turned her gaze from him to look out the window just over his right shoulder, hand still in his lap. When his voice caressed her ears she moved her hand away. Can't... too what? She allowed herself to silently mull these over. She didn't shrink back when his hands came toward her. They were warm along her neck, nice and just slightly rough. Better? She questioned, her blue eyes confused. But... She took a deep breath and let it filter out. She turned to her own window and gazed outside as the city passed. It was more beautiful at night. She'd seen this sight so few times having lived in darkness for the last eleven years. She bit her lip and said nothing more, unsure of what to say. Except for, Thank you Tyson... um, m-master... um, sir? She swallowed hard and opened her legs slightly as she turned toward him. Her dress slid up her pale thighs slowly. She wasn't sure how any of this worked... or how he wanted her... even IF he wanted her. Perhaps his look at his arrival had been disgust. Maybe he wanted only one of his kind to bed and not her. Or maybe he found her ugly. Feeling foolish she turned her body back, but didn't fix the skirt of her dress. Tonight would be different. It would be the first time in over five years she'd have a roof over her head, not that she intended to mention it. Life was already better, she'd had two baths and she smelled like a flower. I'm allergic to peanut butter, but the doctor said she fixed that... I should still probably be careful though. She gave him a soft smile before turning her head to watch as they turned in toward a residential area. Her eyes went wider.