Page 50 of Submissive Lies

“Oh, God. I’m sorry, Jen! I… I, umm…” Steve made a vague motion with his hand, gesturing towards either his cock or his pocket. “I don’t have, you know…”

“What—” For a moment I didn’t know what he meant by that signal, and then it dawned on me. “You… you have to be kidding me?”

“Sorry.” He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug of apology, hands spreading to his sides in a placating gesture. He gave a self-conscious, lopsided grin. “I really wasn’t sure where this might be headed tonight, and to be honest, I didn’t exactly come out for this job with the thought that I might run into the most amazing sub I’ve ever met, so, yeah…”

I must have looked completely out of sorts. Because I was. I was panicking and tumbling away from what had been such an incredible high, a flood of so many wonderful emotions, now falling away from me like leaves from a tree. I cried out in crestfallen dismay. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t. I wanted Steve. I wanted him naked, on top of me, inside me. I absolutely loved what he had done for me, but it couldn’t end like this. I needed to give back, to reciprocate. I needed to give to him what he had given to me, and now he was standing there saying he hadn’t come prepared, and that he was simply going to go.

Goddammit! No. Wait, wait, wait. He’d gone down on me, right? I could do that. I could give him the best fucking blowjob he’d ever had. Okay, no condoms, that was some bullshit, but I could still salvage this. My thoughts were racing as I stared at him, eyes blinking as I scrambled to salvage what I could of this, unwilling to believe that this was how this night was going to end.

And then he smiled.

“Gotcha.” He sighted down a finger pointed directly at me as his mouth curved into a broad grin. There was a gleam in his eyes as he stood there looking pleased as fucking punch with himself for what he’d just done.

“You…” I could barely choke the word out, my throat having tightened in despair. It trickled past lips that quivered, barely a whisper.

“Ooo… look at you. All squirmy and worked up into a lather.” He began unbuttoning his shirt, fingers moving down the front slowly, that damned shit-eating grin still splitting his face.

“Oh, God, you sonofa… You said, and then I thought…” The words spilled out of me, tripping over each other until the syllables became an almost unintelligible jumble. I trailed off in frustration. I wanted to tell him he was an asshole for teasing me like that, but honestly, I didn’t feel it deep down. Instead I sat and watched as he undressed, stomach churning with both relief and anger as I stewed, teeth setting slowly on edge in time with the methodical movement of his fingers continuing their work. The bastard. He’d played me, and now he just stood there peeling himself out of his shirt, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Uh huh.” Steve undid the last of the buttons, pulled the shirt from his body, and tossed it to the floor. Then he was back on the bed, facing me, that smile suddenly less humorous, and more smoldering. “You thought. What did we talk about earlier, Jen? Trust.” He caught my chin, tilting my head and capturing my eyes with his. “You really thought that tonight, of all nights, I wouldn’t have come prepared?”

I bit down on my lip. I was conflicted in how I wanted to respond. To tell him he was a fucking jerk for playing me like that, teasing me over something he obviously knew was important to me. Or to thank him. Thank him for both being prepared and for teasing me, because there was a part of me that recognized that I enjoyed the frustration of the near frenzy he’d put my nerves into. A part of me that wanted to praise him for the rollercoaster thrill of the rise and fall of those feelings. Emotions that rode to the top and then dived over the edge, plummeting downwards with stomach fluttering, only to be carried up on that sadistic grin of his, buoyant on the promise of what lay ahead. He was playing not only with my body but with my mind, and I loved every part of it. My eyes grazed over the hard planes of his now naked chest, taking in the symmetry of his form. Just seeing him revealed to me, any anger and frustration I’d had moments ago began to melt away.

“Sorry, sir,” I mumbled. I followed my natural inclination to look down, but Steve stopped me, trapping my chin between thumb and forefinger as his eyes focused on mine. He may have halted my face from tipping downwards, but my eyes slipped away nonetheless, all contrition now. He gave a low growl, and then his hand tightened on me.

“Look at me.”

I snapped my eyes up to his, obedient.

“What do you want, Jen?”

“You, sir.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, sir.” I pleaded with my eyes first and then my words, “Please.”

He smiled, fingers letting go of my chin with a small shake. He slipped off the bed, his abs flexing as he shifted upright. His belt was already off from earlier, and though he moved enticingly slow, it was not long before his pants were pooled onto the floor, followed soon after by his briefs.

Oh yes. Yes. This was where I wanted to be. This is what I wanted.

Steve’s cock was beautiful. It was full, thick, gorgeous, and as it stood pushing up and away from his abdomen I let out a murmur of appreciation. My response clearly pleased him, a cocky, satisfied grin splitting his face. He had every right to be proud. His shaft twitched as my eyes scanned it, veined length bobbing from plumped scrotum to the head that glistened with a slight sheen of precum. His grin grew wider as the tip of my tongue wet my lips. He fetched his pants up off the floor and took out his wallet. He fished several foil packets out, and the fact that there was more than one left me giddy with what that implied. He climbed up onto the bed then, sliding past me, placing the wallet and the condoms onto the nightstand. Then he was wrapping an arm around my waist, and with a squeak of surprise, I found myself being flipped onto my back.

“Hello, there.” Steve straddled me, grinning mischievously down at me.

“Hey.” I stared back up at him, and though a part of me wanted to put on a sultry, submissive gaze in return, all I could do was smile, just a glow of warmth and contentment flowing through me. I reached to caress his gorgeous face, but before my fingers could make it he caught up my bound wrists, bringing my hands up to kiss them. At the brush of his smooth lips against my sensitive skin, the slight scratch of his stubble brushing my knuckles, there was no stopping the soft moan that escaped me.

He broke the kiss, twisting my wrists until he was able to give a sharp nip to the pad of one palm. Then he was staring down at me, pinned beneath him, his cock pressing firmly into my thigh.

That hot, engorged length of flesh pressing into me was an inescapable presence I yearned to take in hand. To circle it with my fingers, draw up the extent of him until I could run my thumb across the tip, and then tease back down the length until I could cradle the balls I could feel lightly rubbing against me as I squirmed. Even if I had wanted to be still, everything about what he’d done in the last five minutes would have made it damn near impossible. He had wound me up, played me like a concert pianist, and I was in tune with all of it, eager only for what was coming next. There was no part of what he’d done that I didn’t find fantastic, including the teasing, having me riding the edge of uncertainty, and the fact that all of it was driving me completely out of control.

“So, Jen. I think it’s pretty clear what I’d like to do right now. And you’ve been a good girl, and asked so nicely for me to fuck you, so…” He grinned down at me, lowering his head until his mouth was level with my ear.

“Is that what you’d like right now? Would you like to fuck?” His voice was silk, soft, smooth. Velvet wrapped steel.

“Yes. Please.” I tried to match his tone, but the words tumbled out on top of each other, shivery whimpers thick with desire.

“You are so fucking perfect.” He moved up, reaching for one of those foil packets, followed by the crisp sound of the cover tearing. There was the crinkle of the wrapper as it fell away, followed by a whisper of latex over flesh as he slipped the condom over his shaft. He smiled as he caught my eyes drifting from his cock to his face, and then they narrowed as he dug his fingers into my hips, leveraging my body across the jumble of sheets to position himself once again between my legs.

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