Page 48 of Submissive Lies

And then he slid completely off, dropping down to fall into position between my thighs.

Fuck.

Oh fuck. I knew where this was going, what he was going to do. I’d said please. He damn well knew I wanted him inside me. But the devious fucking bastard wasn’t playing fair. Teasing me, mocking me with my inability to string words together. Goddammit! He hadn’t even given me a chance. He knew what kind of headspace I was in, and still he’d taunted me. Now he spread my legs apart, gripping my thighs as he opened me. I strained at my shoulders and neck to keep my eyes on him as he looked up with a devilish grin.

“Hmm. Well, if the only thing you can say is ‘please,’ I guess I’ll just have to figure this out on my own.” His face disappeared, the top of his head dropping down between my legs, and then his breath was against my…

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

My head fell back with a cry. My fingers curled into fists before splaying outwards against my skin. My body twisted, responding to a flood of overwhelming desire that the proximity of his mouth to my overheated sex tore out of me. Steve kissed the top of my mons, then moved, trailing further touches of his lips down my thigh on one side before coming back the same way then across to the other. I lay there as pure, raw pleasure coursed through me, a frisson of frustration and anticipation for what he was going to do next creating a jumble of emotions in me. Panting breaths hissed past my clenched jaw as I tried not to give exactly what he wanted from me too soon. My hands flexed against the muscles of my abdomen gone taut, my fingers fidgety as I clenched and unclenched them while Steve continued to tease me. His breath was feather light on my skin, his lips gentle pressure when he kissed me, bright points that became sharp with pain when he took me between his teeth and bit down. He had told me to be still before, and I had tried, but any chance of that was now gone. I writhed under his touch because there was no way I could control my reaction to what he was doing.

I wanted to grab him by his calculating, insidious head, but I kept my arms plastered to my body. His tongue skated along the edge of my labia, one side to the other and back. The wet drag of that broad surface over slick folds wrenched cries from my throat, each one wavering between fierce exclamations of raw pleasure to hoarse rasps of vexation. My hands writhed against my chest, moving until they were brushing against the hard peaks of my already aching nipples. I gritted my teeth to deny the hotel my screams, sucked in air to keep myself from going lightheaded. The spankings and the belt had been delicious agony. This was just downright cruelty. I pushed into him, letting him know with my body what my voice wouldn’t.

“Please!” I drug the word out, as if stretching the first vowel out long enough would make him relent. Finally, breath forced me to cut the word loose, and in the immediate silence Steve’s chuckle floated up from below me. Warm breath caressed my pussy, short puffs that I swore had to be him laughing. The sensation faded, and his face swam into view as he rose up to where he could look up at me.

“What was that? Please?” He grinned at me wickedly, head tilted slightly to one side as he pretended to struggle to hear my appeal. “Please what, Jen? I really don’t know what you want if you can’t tell me. I’m not a mind reader…”

“Please… sir!” My groan was near-feverish with frustration, hands jittery to do something, anything to convey to him what my voice was so obviously failing to do.

Steve shook his head, grinning with delight at my distress. Fucker. He was really enjoying this. Almost as much as I was.

“Jen, Jen, Jen. You couldn’t stay still when I told you to, and now you can’t use your words when I’ve asked so politely. You really are just a hot mess right now, aren’t you?” He pursed lips, taking a deep breath that he then released in a mocking sigh. “Well, you’ve no one but yourself to blame for this. However, as I said, I am a patient man, and I am fair, so I’m going to do my best to see if I can guess what you want.” This teasing had only one purpose. To torment me, because he goddamn knew as well as I did what he was going to do. His body glided smoothly back down between my legs, hands coming to rest on my thighs. He didn’t even pause, made no attempt to pretend he was going to do anything other than go back to ravaging my pussy with that fucking tongue of his.

The first draw he made through my slick heat sent my back arching, and any frustration there had been in my voice was now obliterated by a drawn out moan of gratification, a sound that was born on the air pulled from my lungs until it died in a shivery groan. The tip of his tongue flicked over my hood, grazing my clit as it slipped past. Then he was drawing back through me again, and again. I keened with adoration as his tongue painted me with both my juices and his spit, a messy smear he coated my sex with as my breathing became more labored with each pass. His tongue pushed into me, then drug upwards, the surface laving over my throbbing nub. His lips sucked an arousal and saliva-slicked hood in, lapping at me as if trying to gulp down every drop of the juices he had drawn from my pussy to glaze my clit. The next moment he plunged back into my slit, tongue lapping at the flow of my arousal as the scent grew heavier around us. I tried not to squirm, tried to keep my ass planted to the bed, and I failed. Miserably. Steve gripped me, forcing me down with nails that dug into my thighs, tearing a wail out of me. Goddamn the man was good, and it did not take him long to have me teetering at the edge of a heavenly orgasm.

And then the fucker stopped.

His head came up from between my legs, his gaze roguish as it cut up across my belly to my face. As he pulled away, I tried to follow him, thrusting my hips forward as if that could capture and bring him back down. I cried with indignation when he ignored me and continued to rise.

“Noooo!” The cry was fervent at first, a wail of displeasure that rode on that single vowel until it trailed off into a mewl of frustration.

“What’s that, Jen! No? Oh… so I must have guessed wrong, huh? God, I am so sorry.”

That voice. Oh, that voice so full of self-confidence, amusement, so sardonic and taunting at the same time. I lifted my bound hands up from my chest, thrusting them at him as if somehow by that gesture alone I could make him go back to where he’d been. To bring me to the release that I so desperately craved and had been so close to.

“If only you could tell me what you wanted….” He smiled at me wickedly, slowly shaking his head.

This was cruel. Maybe Steve was a sadist after all. But that smile, and the way he’d made me feel right up to the second he’d raised his head up… all I needed was to think of that to know he wasn’t. Not in the truest sense of the word, at least from my experience. While I was enveloped in all sorts of warm, fuzzy, delicious feelings, I was aware enough at this moment that if I wanted to fall over the precipice I was teetering at, what I needed to do was use my words, or this sonofabitch was going to make this go on forever.

Which wasn’t a totally unpleasant thought in itself, but… nope. I needed this orgasm. Now.

“Please! Sir!”

His eyes hooded. “Please. Sir. What, Jen?”

I bit down on my lower lip. I put on my best sex-crazed whimpering voice. All the stops out. Go for broke.

“Please, sir! Please… I want to come. Please let me come.” I threw in an extra little pleading cry at the end. Two could play at this game.

“Oh! So now you can use your words!” His eyes flared before slowly narrowing, head shaking in a mockery of concern. He gave me a taunting chuckle, hands spread wide on the edge of the bed as he leaned down over me. “Whatever am I going to do with you, Jen?”

I made little heaving motions with my chest. I mewled. I made grasping motions with my fingers towards his head.

“Please, sir. Please make me come. It felt so good. I swear I’ll be a good girl. I promise!”

Steve smiled as the words spilled out over each other, suddenly catching my hands in his.

“Be still,” he said softly.

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