Page 63 of Submissive Lies

“Suck.”

And I obeyed. God, did I obey.

I had thought our first night together incredible, liberating. This night… this night was soul affirming. I was back where I wanted to be, where I needed to be, and it was Steve who helped bring me there. Who showed me just how right all this was.

“Stand up.”

I’d been kneeling for minutes while I lavished his cock with everything I could. I swallowed him deep, gagged when he held my head down until the first traces of blackness rimmed my eyes. Gasped when he let me up to take in air, and then I worked his length as if oxygen itself were produced by that slick, veined member. When he gave me the command, I scrambled up as fast as I could, stood with hands at my side, eyes down.

Steve never said a word as he circled me once, a cat playing with a mouse that quivered to be taken. He disappeared behind me, and I stayed as stock-still as I could. I heard the sound of his movements, caught enough indication from the noises to know he was undressing. A part of me was desperate to turn, to accept any punishment he might mete out just to see him naked once again. But I knew how this scenario needed to play out. I knew my role. And I knew I would see all of him soon enough. If I was a good girl and obeyed.

The sounds slowed, I heard the bed creak, and then it was silent. I gasped, jerking forward as cold metal brushed against my inner thigh. The pipe came away quickly and then it smacked against my ass.

“Be. Still.”

“Yes, sir.” I blurted out as I resumed my original position.

“Better.” Steve’s voice floated from behind me a moment later. “Spread your legs.”

I did as he commanded. Once I was planted, I felt the pipe come up against my inner thigh once again. It crept upwards, a slow path in which I could feel the sawtooth edges of threads scraping against my skin as they moved higher and higher towards my…

Fuck! How could I be this wet and he hadn’t done anything more than let me suck his cock and run the tip of that goddamn pipe over my skin?

Steve used that piece of metal to stimulate me as if it were some sort of iron dildo, letting the edge of it play against my labia, somehow teasing me open enough so the edge was able to push up against slickness that he then drew down and painted across my skin like an artist with a brush. As he moved back and forth, he made my jaw clench as I fought to keep from moving to the sensations he was creating. When he pushed forward and the grooved metal pushed up against my clit there was nothing that could stop the moan that came out of me.

And then he stopped.

The pipe left my body and I groaned. For a moment I stood on legs gone to jelly, and then I heard him chuckle once again from behind me.

“Oh, Jen, Jen, Jen.” I heard him get up off the bed, and for the first time since he’d disappeared he came into view. Yes, he was naked. And gorgeous as ever. He was holding the pipe cinched up tight towards one end, and as he brought it close to my face, I could see it glistened.

“Hmm. Would you look at this. I pride myself on keeping my tools tidy, and here you’ve gone and gotten this one all dirty.” He stepped until he was against me, and I could feel his cock touching my thigh. Even closer still was the tip of that pipe, hovering a hairsbreadth from my lips.

“Clean it.”

I did.

I drew my tongue across the tip of the metal, licking clean my arousal. I knew what he wanted, and I gave it to him. Sucked it as if it was his own cock and showed my appreciation in turn. When he was ready he pulled it away, gripping the back of my head to stop me. He pretended to inspect the tip, as if judging from the sheen of my salvia coating it whether it met his approval.

“I suppose that will have to do.” He released my hair, the tone bordering on disapproving.

For a millisecond I wanted to reach for it, to ask him for another chance to show I could finish it properly. Instead, I did nothing but stand shivering as he slipped behind me. The sound of the mattress settling drifted forward, and then his calm voice.

“Turn around.”

I did as ordered and found him sitting at the end of the bed, holding the pipe like a staff, one end planted to the floor. I stopped, facing him, and then lowered my gaze until it rested on his feet. I heard him move, and shortly after felt the tip of the metal catch against the sash of my robe, pulling against it. The end caught the belt, tugged it open until the robe loosened around my waist. I kept my eyes down, watching as it moved into the cloth. Steve worked it along the robe, snaring the tie until it fell clear. The pipe continued to pull the robe open until he’d exposed my breast. He let it fall, and then did the same with the other side. I felt heat burn up my neck, flush into my cheeks. He held me exposed like that, and between what he was doing with the metal and the cooler air from the room, my nipples harden in response. A moment later, the tool slipped from view.

“Mmm. Very nice.” I heard him shift on the bed. “Take it off, Jen. Now.”

His tone suggested I should move quickly, and so I did. I let the cloth slip off my shoulders, shrugging it away until it pooled at my feet. Silence filled the room, and then there was the soft rustle of feet on the carpet as Steve moved up to me.

A sharp jolt of pain stabbed my ass as the pipe smacked against it once more. I came up on my toes, a yelp jerked out of me as I did so.

“Move to the end of the bed.”

I scrambled to the edge, knees pressing against the mattress. I quivered as the stinging red spot on my backside continued to throb, pulsing outwards across my cheek. I pressed my lips tight, teeth clamped together. Steve had showed a bit of a sadistic streak in him last night. Tonight, he was putting it on full display.

And I was ready.

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