Page 44 of Submissive Lies

His hand came up, fingers latching to the back of my neck. His grip was firm, neither gentle nor rough. He held me in place, turning my face up to his. I was his now. His mouth pressed to mine, and we both gave voice to the heat, desire, want, and need we felt. I in little cries that slipped from my throat and he in a growl of approval from his. I kept my hands to my side, giving complete control to him as he captured me, possessed me as he wished to and as I thirsted for. The elevator slowed as we reached my floor, but Steve did not release me. He kept me trapped in the corner, my back pressed against the cool stone and glass of the wall. I shivered with unease as it came to a stop, unsure if people might be standing and waiting outside when the doors opened, catching Steve as he held me cornered. Part of me didn’t care, only wanted to be obedient to what Steve demanded of me. To take what he offered in return. His dominance. My submission. To give, to obey, and to take what I desired in return.

The doors slid aside on a metallic whisper and Steve pulled away slowly. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing beyond him. The hallway was empty, and relief washed over me. He smiled at my reaction, and then grabbed my hand, pulling me from the elevator.

“Room number?” His voice was low, husky, and that sent another shiver coursing through me.

“1237.”

He drew me down to where the hallway teed off in two directions, glancing at the wall plaque with numbers pointing left and right. I couldn’t help the grin that twitched my face as I trailed in his wake. Tugging me along, I was almost trotting to keep up with him. The way he was moving, his head snapping back and forth as he scanned the little metal plates on the doors, it all made clear he was as wound up as I was. He had me bent like a bow with anticipation, and I had him taut as the string. Alert, ready, waiting for the moment we would be released and set free.

We came to my door, and I slipped the key out of my clutch, inserting the card until the light flashed green. As he dragged me inside, the dim light from the bathroom provided the only illumination in the room. It was enough I could see the outline of his face, see cheeks flushed with anticipation. There was no mistaking the nervous buzz of excitement surrounding him. The jerkiness of his movements as he guided me into the room made that clear. Raw energy animated us both, and there was little fluid about our motions. All that mattered, though, was that we were here. In my room. Alone together.

I headed for the bedroom, but as I moved past, Steve grabbed me by the wrist. I gasped in surprise as he tugged me back into his arms, his mouth crushing to mine. Our tongues twined as he slowly marched me backwards, our bodies moving together. If his aura had been a smoldering ember before, he was fire now, a furnace turned to full, and I clung to him to blanket myself with it. He jerked me to a stop, and we stood, gripping each other. Our mouths came together again, teeth on lips, pressure and bites that were sometimes pain, always pleasure. He pulled back with my lip caught between his teeth until he drew a carnal cry from me. Letting go, he gazed down with eyes that were freshly forged steel, still glowing, his desire never more apparent.

His breathing slowed as we stood, staring.

“Tell me, Jen. Tell me what it is.”

I blinked. Tell him? Tell him…what? I stumbled, confused. He was about to fuck me, and all of a sudden we were playing Twenty Questions. My heart was racing, I wanted nothing more than to rip his goddamn clothes off, and out of the blue he hits me with some stupid question.

What the hell!

And then it hit me. It came flooding back, and in a flash I knew exactly what he was asking. What he wanted from me. A wave of emotion washed over me. The sensation of relief and gratitude that only being with someone who truly understands what you are can give.

My safeword. He was asking me for my safeword.

“Bubblegum,” I whispered, watching him, pressing my lips together.

“Bubblegum?” He repeated it slowly, his face equal parts incredulous and amused.

“Don’t judge me…” I lowered my eyes, my voice soft, almost pleading.

He chuckled, and then his fingers were under my chin, lifting my gaze up to his. “I may do many things tonight, Jen, but judging you will definitely not be one of them.”

Then, before I could think to say anything further, he was kissing me again, and I felt alive, so very alive.

He’d asked me for my safeword.

Almost the first thing out of his mouth once we were in my room. No, wait. It was the first thing out of his mouth. Earlier I might have been curious about Steve’s experience as a Dom, but that single question drove any doubt away. I may have had trust issues with Steve earlier in the evening, but the moment he asked me for that word those issues disappeared. He was watching out for me. He wanted me to feel safe, to feel secure while I was with him, and that simple request confirmed both things. Steve had given me a sign of a true Dom. A good Dom. A caring Dom. Which made submitting to him so very easy now.

I let him control me, communicate his lust and desire with lips and tongue. His teeth captured my lip, then moved my neck, biting, teasing, testing. At first a nip, an almost negligible taste of pain. The next harder, sharper. Then a third, followed by a fourth, and by the sixth I couldn’t hold back the cry that burst from me. I didn’t want to. I wanted him to hear it. I wanted to feel the sharp intake of his own breath, feel his hands tighten into me. Fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me closer until—yes—I could feel his arousal pressing into my hip. With each further bite, I responded with a cry, with each nip a soft whimper. I heard his approving growl as my body formed to his, grip fierce as if to pull me inside him. To possess me whole, devour me. I didn’t know what Steve’s next move would be, but I was ready for it. Ready for this to begin. To take everything I’d built up in my head as this evening had progressed from a tentative possibility and turn it into reality. To carry out what was now playing out in breaths which became rapid gasps, blood which pulsed through veins that surged to his every move. Nerves that fired to teeth on flesh and then converted to noises from my throat that had me fucking wet to the point of no return.

I wanted Steve. I wanted what he offered. And—goddammit!—I wanted to get back to being the real me.

All I needed now was for Steve to be the Dom he’d proven he was and take me there.

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