Page 45 of Submissive Lies

ELEVEN

I wasn’t sure how long we stood there, but eventually Steve pulled back, looking down into my eyes. Lips slightly parted, pupils wide as they danced over the surface of my face, every aspect of his gaze exuded pure hunger, and I reveled in it. His hands came up to graze across my shoulders, gripping me before taking a step back.

“Take your dress off for me, Jen.” It was his Dom voice, but now it was deeper, tinged with lust and desire that made it even more exciting.

“Yes, sir.” I slipped out of my shoes, flicking each away to be clear of us. Keeping my gaze lowered to the floor, I reached behind me, unclasping the top of my dress, slowly pulling the zipper down. Tiny hitches in his breathing let me know he was watching my every movement, eyes tracing my body with laser-like focus. I wriggled until the dress began to slide downwards, dropping clear of my shoulders until I caught it before it slipped past my hips. Never lifting my eyes, I let it fall until it pooled around my feet. I brought my hands together clasped in front of me, remaining still. He moved beside me, his fingers coming up underneath my chin, lifting until my eyes met his.

“The underwear, Jen.” The command was soft yet forceful, a tone that brooked no questioning.

“Yes, sir.” I nodded, trembling ever so slightly.

For the moment, he continued to grip my chin, holding me in place as I completed undressing myself. I used my hands to slip my bra straps free, falling off my shoulder on one side and down my arm, the other clinging stubbornly. I shrugged until it too fell. Reaching behind, I undid the hooks, and then held it in place for a millisecond, watching for Steve’s reaction as I pulled my hands away and let it fall to the floor. I let my fingers drift to my panties, and then, without my eyes leaving his, I began slipping the fabric down. Steve broke the gaze only then, watching as my hands slid them off. The hiss of his breath the moment my sex was exposed made me giddy with glee.

“God, you are beautiful.” His gaze took in every inch of me in a languorous pass, his fingers tracing a path along my arm.

The feeling of triumph that surged through me at his words, the shiver that danced up my spine at his reaction was deliciously powerful. I basked in it, reveling in what I done. Steve’s fingers stopped their trail down my arm, moving to return to their place under my chin, his eyes locking back onto mine.

It was that look. An intense gaze that pinned me in place, eyes hammered steel that captured me like a band around my throat. That is what I had once lived for, and was now doing so again. All of this a part of what drove me, inspired me, gave free rein to every submissive desire I’d ever had. That primal look. I created that. I owned it with my voice, my downcast eyes, the submission I offered. I saw it reflected back in eyes that hungered, the quickening of his breath, in the sexual tension that passed between us. My nose caught the faint scent of something familiar. A bright tang I knew was my arousal. If I could smell that trace of my essence, then I knew damn sure Steve could too. I didn’t care. I wanted him to smell it. Wanted him to know how much I wanted him. Whatever it was he was going to do with me, that is what I wanted. I wanted more of the yearning I’d drawn out from within him.

“Present.” The word came out in a soft, demanding tone.

I shivered at the command. Yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes. This I knew. This I could do. This was what I wanted so very, very much.

I dropped to my knees slowly. His fingers never let go of my chin as I fell until I came to rest kneeling at his feet, my head tilted back at a sharp angle. Once there, his fingers released me and I remained still, looking up into his eyes. He surveyed me, pupils gleaming with a severity that shot through me like a bolt. His mouth was a hard line, no part of it upturned to indicate approval or pleasure in my stance. I knelt obediently at his feet under that cool gaze but felt no discomfort in it. Rather, it was perfect. It was everything I could have hoped for. He may have had me as a submissive, but I had him in my own way, and I savored it.

He reached up, undoing the top button of his shirt, and then began removing his tie. He took it off slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. For a second, I contemplated looking down, letting my eyes fall to the floor, but then I thought better of it. Maybe I was being selfish, not lowering my gaze as I probably should. Maybe he’d see this as an act of defiance and punish me for it later. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I wanted to watch him because I needed to see everything he was about to do.

He slipped the tie free, holding it in his hands. His eyes narrowed as his features shifted, lips curling up at one corner into a calculating grin, cheeks dimpled, so goddamn self-assured and dominant.

“Hands above your head.”

My lower lip trembled with anticipation. I obeyed, raising them up until they stretched above me. I had spent years dancing this dance, and now I was about to step back out onto the floor after a long hiatus. That feeling, the passion and desire for everything we were doing, made me shivery with joy. The fabric of the tie slithered over my skin as his fingers worked to loop it back on itself into an effective cinch. Even though ties make crappy bindings compared to rope, I didn’t care. I was being bound, and that alone sent jolts of pleasure pulsing down from my fingertips right to my pussy. Steve did a wonderful job, and I loved the feeling as he wrapped and knotted the smooth fabric around my wrists, yanking it as tight as he could. As he completed the knot with a final tug, my eyes closed as my body quivered with exhilaration, nipples painfully taut as my chest jerked in shallow breaths to keep me from going lightheaded. I was bound. Hell fucking yes. God, it had been so long, but here I was, Steve using the tie to pull my arms up with the most satisfying tension. I was gone down the rabbit hole, a submissive Alice crying out with glee.

My eyes opened to find him staring down at me, eyes hooded, body exuding an aura of need. I immediately shoved my gaze back to the floor, and that earned a low murmur of approval. He held me suspended in silence before his hand moved to lower my arms down across my chest. He was moving, cloth brushing against my skin as he crouched to bring himself to my level. I kept my eyes down as his bent knees came into view. He held me in silence, still gripping the tie that bound my wrists.

“Look at me.”

I brought my head up. Steve gazed back, a smile tugging at his cheeks that made those dimples I found so fucking sexy even more pronounced. It wasn’t only his smile that captivated me. It was pupils that never stopped moving, little quirks at the corners of his mouth when he caught something I did that I wasn’t even aware of. It was strokes of desire painted across his face, all topped with that confidence that screamed dominance. That very essence of him that had first attracted me this morning before I had even fully recognized it. The firm lines of his jaw, the angle of his lips, those beautiful eyes were all things I wanted to lose myself in. To do whatever I could to keep that look there forever, to please him, to make him happy with me.

“Jen.” He gave the tie a slight tug, waiting patiently for me to respond.

“Yes, sir.” I shivered, biting down on my lower lip.

His free hand stroked my cheek, then cupped my chin. He was smiling softly.

“Okay, this is new between you and I, but neither of us is new to this. You know how much I want you. I’m not going to insult your intelligence by assuming otherwise. However, I’m going to be up front with you. I’m going to be cautious tonight. I have a gut feeling you can probably handle more than I’m going to give, but I really, really need this, and I don’t want to fuck it up. I need you, Jen. I want everything you’re offering, but the last thing I want to do here is make a mistake. So I’m going to trust you, Jen, but I’m also going to go slow. I’m trusting you to tell me in all the ways that I know you know how if you aren’t comfortable with something, and you need me to stop. I’m trusting you not to let me do something just because you think that’s what I want. I’m trusting you not to let me fuck up and cause you pain that hurts except in the way you desire. You understand that, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement borne out of the trust that Steve had already placed in me.

“Yes, sir.”

He stroked my cheek again. I leaned into it, closing my eyes and letting a soft moan escape my lips.

“Good. Because there are so many things I want to do, Jen. Starting now…”

He tugged me up by the tie until we were both standing. He spun me around roughly, one hand coming to grip my shoulder at the same moment he let go of the tie. As he did, I let my hands fall in front of me. Now facing the foot of the bed, he held me in place at shoulder and hip. He moved me forward to the edge of the bed until my knees were touching it. His hand moved from my hip to the small of my back, guiding me down until my knees were digging into the mattress. Wrapping his arm around me, he bent me to fall forward, my legs dangling over the edge, my feet barely off the floor. I was ass up, exposed, arms stretched out ahead of me. Steve moved onto the end of the bed, perched next to me. There he waited, motionless, silent, until he gave a low growl and brought a calloused hand up to caress my backside. Splayed fingers brushed over my skin, dipping into the crack between my cheeks and then out again, goosebumps rising in their wake. I trembled as his hand crested the top of my ass on one side, gliding down to my inner thigh, coming ever so close to where my body craved for him to touch. Then it was moving back, tracing the same path on the other side, mimicking what he had just done. Again he stopped, denying me the touch to my sex I ached for. I spread my legs wider. If I could make him see my pussy, see how my lips glistened with want, maybe he would understand my need. His hand continued to stroke me, and I wiggled, letting out a soft whimper of frustration. Suddenly the hand left me, a half-second later coming back down with a sharp snap. I gave out a little yelp as the smack landed, a tiny blossom of pain adding to the throb of now-heated skin.

“Be still.” He snapped the command at me with a stern tone, clipped syllables that did not request my compliance, but demanded it.

His hand returned to caressing and stroking me, a delicious thrum that forced me not to give into a desire to show him how I wanted his touch lest he take it away. His fingertips prickled nerves which bloomed into a field of gooseflesh, a teasing sensation which pulled me away from everything happening around us and condensed it to those five drifting spots tracking across the flesh of my ass. Every pass held my body in check to obey his command, remaining still sweet torture of anticipation for what might come next. His hand moved further up, tracing my spine. His skin was rough, calloused, not smooth as I’d grown used to. His fingers drifted to where my shoulder blades met, and then he raked them down my back, fingernails digging into my flesh as he tore a prolonged cry from me. My back arched to the fiery trails he left in my skin. Again, he swept his hand over my ass, cupping the curve of my cheeks before dipping to the insides of my thighs and then moving back to repeat what he’d just done. I held as still as I could, struggling to adhere to his command. It took effort not to twist to the blaze of stinging left in the wake of his nails, my body growing taut at the prospect of what might follow each pass.

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