Thread: Kimi wa Petto. {GreysmithxLingering Desire]

He was surprised when she did not shy away from his touch, quite on the contrary, she had initiated it, placing her small palm upon his thigh. His eyes darted to her for a split second, wondering exactly where the action had come from, what they had told this poor creature upon entry to The Zone. Her voice was soft, a puzzled expression on her sweet face that he could not bring himself to look at, turning his eyes back to the window. She spoke again, tentatively, mulling over what to call him. Tyson is fine. He stated simply, turning his gaze back to her. He was shocked to see the slip of a dress she wore slowly making its way up her thighs, her body turned toward him. He caught a small scent of her, taking a deep breath and feeling his heart begin to pound with each new centimeter of exposed thigh. Perhaps he had been too brazen with his gaze, or she had lost her nerve, but quickly she turned her body away from him, just as suddenly as she had gifted him with it. Tyson smiled slightly, extending his large hand toward her and tugging gently on the end of her dress, allowing Tulip some modesty. And what would you like me to call you? You have quite a name there. He said with a chuckle, releasing her garment from his grasp. She mentioned being allergic to peanut butter he almost laughed out loud, wondering how bad her allergy must have been to mention it at a time like this. I will mention it to NoraShes the housekeeper by the way. He stopped, thinking that perhaps he would not need a housekeeper anymore, given he had a slave now. Paying someone else to have use of their slave for a few hours a day to clean and cook may have seemed like an odd practice to some, but there were many housekeeping companies around, so it must have been profitable enough. He didnt know whether to mention this to Tulip, he conceded to leave the details for another day. It was not much longer before they came upon the little cul-de-sac which held Tyson and Scotts homes. Watching the familiar sights of his grounds pass by as the car winded up the long drive, eventually stopping in front of the door. Thanks, how much? Tyson requested, leaning forward and accepting the small black square from the driver, pressing his palm to it until it beeped, giving the driver a nod and opening his door. Stepping out he held the door open for Tulip, offering a small smile. Well welcome home. He offered, unsure exactly what to say to a new slave in a moment like this. He closed the door once she had exited the vehicle, giving the top a tap as the car disappeared down the path. Tyson turned from Tulip, walking up the stairs to his front door, which audibly clicked open the moment he approached. Welcome home Sir, I thought I might let you know that Nora will be by in the morning with two extra employees to help with the cleanup. The sound of a voice radiated down the hall, though came from no person. A home concierge, as it was called, more like a nuisance as far as Tyson was concerned, but the computer system did remind him of things, which was kind of nice. But it was always. Listening and the idea of it freaked him out slightly. Thanks Sal. He said simply. Looking around at his house in disarray. This wasnt exactly what he had been planning on bringing Tulip home to. Forgive the mess This is what happens when my brother throws a party He sighed exasperatedly, glad to see that the living room had mostly been spared, and it did not look like anyone had been to the upper floors. You must be very tired, would you like to sleep? There are about ten empty rooms up stairs for you to choose from. He joked, walking into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and drinking from it. He was going to be hung over in the morning he could feel it already pounding in the back of his head. Or hungry perhaps? He asked a bit more gently, turning back to where she stood. Tyson was unsure what to do with her, how he should act around her was she frightened of him?