Page 62 of Submissive Lies

FIFTEEN

I swallowed, nervous.

My throat gone tight, I walked to the door, peering out through the peephole. In the narrow fisheye view I saw Steve standing there, waiting patiently. I released a whoosh of breath I’d been holding in. Undoing the latch, I opened the door, easing myself behind it, head peeking around the edge.

“May I come in?”

“Please, sir.”

Steve brushed past the edge of the door and into the room. As he walked by, I noticed something I hadn’t seen through the peephole. In one hand he was carrying his toolbox. My eyes went wide.

His toolbox? Okay, what the hell was that for?

Closing the door behind him I spotted something else. In his other hand he was carrying what looked for all the world like a length of pipe. Leaning with my back against the door, I caught sight of something else. He had a backpack slung across his shoulder.

Okay. This was interesting. Unexpected, but interesting. I’d wanted to create a certain impression, but Steve had me beat at this game. I might look sexy, but Steve had me all manner of thrown off kilter with his get-up. Point to you, sir. Point to you.

He came to a stop, and then turned to face me. Pushing off, I walked as seductive as I could towards him. He watched me as I did, eyes taking me in from head to toe. As I came up close it was obvious from both his look, and the heat of desire that projected off him, he approved of my clothing choice.

He dropped his toolbox to the floor and reached up with his hand to finger the edge of the robe where it opened. His eyes rove up and down the length of me again, and then he was staring into mine, grinning.

“Very nice.”

I smiled softly, lowering my eyes. “Thank you, sir.” Again, my eyes were drawn to the pipe he held in his hand, and the toolbox that now sat at his feet. I suddenly recognized the pipe for what it was; the bar portion of a pipe clamp. I’d noticed one in the booth during the setup but thought nothing of it. Now I frowned, looking up at Steve.

“Sir? Not that I’m questioning, but…. are you planning on doing some work in my room tonight, rather than…?” I let the question hang in the air as I squinted at him quizzically. His grin grew wider, and he stepped closer to me.

“Oh, I plan on ‘doing some work’ with you tonight. Don’t worry about that.” He moved the hand that held the pipe, bringing the metal up to catch the edge of my robe, lifting the fabric until my thigh and the top of my buttock were exposed.

I gave a little gasp, blinking my eyes as I felt the cool metal touching my skin. After a second I swallowed, and then said, “I’m just a bit… confused.”

Steve chuckled. “Last night I had to make do with what I had at hand. Tonight, I came prepared.”

I pursed my lips, thinking for a moment before I responded. “OK, but… your toolbox? And a piece of pipe? I… I’m not quite sure I see where this is going?”

He leaned into me until his lips brushed my ear. His voice was whisper soft, but also full of thinly veiled portent, an omen of things that set the skin where that metal had stilled afire.

“Oh, you will soon enough, Jen. I believe I mentioned at dinner last night I was an engineer in the Marines. I was trained to improvise. To make do in the field, when necessary, with found objects. You are soon going to discover that I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve.”

He nipped at my ear, eliciting another gasp. Then in an instant his free hand was at the back of my neck, holding me as he was kissed me hard, fierce. I leaned into him, moaning against his mouth, suddenly all heat and melting to his touch. Dissolving to the promises behind those words.

“First things first.” Steve dropped the pipe on the bed, and then turned, facing me.

“On your knees.”

I dropped. God, it came so naturally. I fell to my knees, bending my neck so I faced the floor. The sound of Steve’s chuckle floated above me.

“Nice. Good girl.”

“Thank you, si—” I hadn’t even finished before he’d closed the two steps between us and his fingers dug into my hair, wrenching my head back. The fire that lanced across my scalp as he bent my head up to meet his eyes yanked a cry from my throat. He was smiling, but I recognized the way his mouth curled, recognized the set of it and the gleam in his eyes. I cut the sound off as quickly as I could.

“I mentioned last night I felt you were stronger than I had given you credit for, Jen. That opinion has not changed. So, tonight I am going to put my theory to the test. And I think I am going to enjoy doing so very, very much.”

I nodded ever so slight as I felt my pussy flood. Goddamn, he brought his A-game, didn’t he?

“Yes, sir.” I whispered.

“Excellent.” My eyes never wavered from his as I heard the sound of him undoing his belt followed the zzzzick of his zipper coming down. I smelled the musk of him even before I felt the first brush of his cock against my cheek, then the head quivering in front of my lips.

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