Desirable Lies

Step by Step

*John*

This wasn't a first date, there wasn't an order to adhere to. There was no need to round first base and kiss her like that before she sucked my cock. She is mine to do with what I please. I could have fucked her on the kitchen table if I'd wanted. Instead I'd acted like a concerned boyfriend, kissing her lips and making sure she was in the right frame of mind before using her for my pleasure. And fuck, it had been perfect. I guess knowing someone had just paid a small fortune for your company ensured good service.

I want to know her story. She seems like a nice, normal girl, too nice for the sick shit I'm pulling her into. But her reasons for being here aren't my concern. Just like my reasons for obtaining her aren't any of hers. She doesn't need to know my past, the only things she needs to know is that I have a healthy appetite for sex and not to disturb me when I'm working. And I need to remember she's here for one purpose. If so, this arrangement will work out fine, and leave us both satisfied.

"Let's go to bed, tomorrow will be a long day and you'll need your rest."

Her skittish blue eyes dart to mine again and she nods tentatively. She wants to know when I'm going to fuck her. I guess she'll have to wait and see.

*Katy*

Once upstairs we pass by several doors and continue on down the long hall. When we reach the master bedroom, I grow quiet, taking it all in. The room is huge, with a king sized bed, tables with lamps, and a chaise lounge chair in front of a gas fireplace. The decor is contemporary and simple in tones of light gray and cream. Everything looks brand new.

"Master bath." He points off to the side of the bedroom suite.

His one word responses and grunts ever since I'd pleasured him are grating on my nerves. Why is he acting so detached and strange? "I'm sorry if I've done something wrong..." I start.

John's eyes lift to mine. "Get undressed, Katy."

A gasp of breath sticks in my throat. "What?"

"You heard me."

We're standing in the center of his bedroom with all the lights on. And his dark eyes are hungry and roaming over me. Even though I'm still fully clothed, I've never felt more exposed. His intense gaze holds the power to make me feel vulnerable and bare like no one has before.

With trembling hands, I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs, letting them puddle to the floor at my ankles where I kick them off and moved them aside. I forget trying to be sexy. I've never given a sexy strip tease in my life, and I have a feeling if I try to start now, I'll only look foolish. Next I lift my shirt over my head and remove it, depositing it with the jeans. God, I feel like a piece of art work on display. And worse, why am I so desperate for this man's approval?

I swallow and release the breath I've been holding, my shoulders relaxing and my body returning to its natural state. I stare straight ahead, meeting his eyes, unflinching, and not daring to look away. Something inside me feels rebellious and strong, even though I'm obviously the one in the weaker position right now.

"Take off your bra," he says next, his voice a rough growl.

My fingers reach behind my back and I release the clasp, my heart thundering against my ribcage as I let the bra fall away. My instinct is to cover my breasts yet again, shield myself from his view, but deciding it would be pointless and show how weak and helpless I feel, I let the bra drop to the floor between us. My nipples tighten in the cool night air, begging for attention. I've been wound tight ever since I'd sucked his cock, my panties slightly damp and my body aching and confused. I shouldn't want this, I shouldn't crave this moment between us, but knowing we've been building toward it all night only makes me want to see it through.