Fifty Shades of Lies

Lie for him? This terrified me. I had done many naughty things in my life—but lying… I had only lied in the last twenty-four hours. This was the first time in my whole entire life I had told lies, one after the other. Ironically, I had told most of them to Mr. Maximillion… and my sister. But, that one I cleared up, sort of. I only started lying to help her. I would do anything for Steele, but lying was not a part of my daily repertoire. Growing up I was warned if you lie your nose would grow an inch with every lie. Of course, I know this is just a childhood fable; a tool that parents used to teach—no, it was more like to scare their children into telling the truth.

Could I lie for Steele? My eyes snapped open. This felt like selling my soul to the devil.

I gaped up at Steele. The knots in my stomach felt as though they had grown to balls of wire with spikes cutting me from inside out. He sat patiently, waiting for my answer. My hands fisted in my lap. My inner Goddess… danced around me… with a halo glowing above her head. She was mocking me, as always.

“I can do that… yes, I can lie for you.” When the words escaped the threshold of my lips, I felt my body fading. “Help, I am going to be sick…” I cried. My lungs were on fire, my word caught like a fishbone in my throat. I felt my body go languid. I was grief-stricken. I felt as if I had turned Fifty Whiter Shades of Pale. I was suffocating. The room was humming harder. I was feeling kind of sea sick. Suddenly, my world went black.

* * *

I woke up to the sound of Macy Gray, singing: Give Me One Reason To Stay Here….

The room was dimly lit. I was in a bed, it was not my bed… I knew this because I did not recognize the black and red duvet that surrounded me. I peeked beneath the blanket… whew, I was still clothed. Obviously, we did not have sex. I would not have cared if he had, but I would have been pissed off at my self for not remembering it.

“Hey there, are you feeling better?” A vision of perfection walked into the room. It was Steele. He was holding a tray of food. He sat it on the bedside table.

My head pounded. “What happened to me?” I shimmied onto my elbows attempting to sit up. A haze of early morning light pilfered through the sheer black curtains on the opposite side of the bedroom.

“Not sure, one minute you were talking away. The next you were passed out on our chair,” he frowned. “I caught you before you hit the floor. I bought you here—didn’t want to leave you alone at your house—with no one there to watch over you.” An odd expression crawled across his face. I wondered if I had caught the bug from Bleu-Rae. Oh Rae, she had to be worried sick about me.

“Oh dear, I am sorry,” I bit my bottom lip nervously. My eyes scanned the room. It was so tidy, and big. A fireplace large enough to park a Hummer in it was blazing in the corner of the room. How odd, since it was the middle of summer. It did add a very romantic touch to the room. The furniture was modern, sleek and appeared to be expensive. I am talking fucking expensive.

“Here eat,” he handed me a slice of buttered toast and a glass of apple juice. I bit the toast then sipped the apple juice, slowly.

“Wow, this is delicious.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Steele sat on the edge of the bed. “Here let me help you.” He patted my mouth carefully with a red napkin. I flushed; heat swirled in my cheeks, surely my face turned crimson.

“Oh dear, you make me so horny.” The words fell off my lips, betraying my mouth, as they always did. “Omg. I can’t believe I just blurted that out.”

“Trust me the feeling is mutual,” he grinned wolfishly.

Suddenly, his lips were pressed to mine… He bit my bottom lip… much harder than what I was accustomed to. I bit his lip back even harder. He gathered my hair into a bundle and pulled hard. “Ouch, damn that hurt.” I squealed.

“Oh good,” he murmured. It was an odd thing to say, but I paid no mind.

His tongue darted deep into the back of my mouth. Moisture accumulated between my legs. I felt his long fingers flailing beneath my dress. He slowly peeled back the edge of my lace panties. The anticipation of him touching my sex beat wildly in my heart. His breath was hot, scattering over my flesh.

“Take this off.” He demanded. I obeyed, pulling my dress over my head.

“Do you want me Bleu-Rae,” he moaned.

“Yes,” I replied, my breath panted.

“No. Lie to me my sweet angel,” he begged.

“Lie?” My voice squeaked. Not this again. My evil inner goddess sat near the fire… she wore horns upon her head. She climbed onto the side chair and jumped into the fire, laughing wickedly. Good she was gone, hopefully forever… I laughed inwardly. She has been my annoying subconsciousness for far to long. And, good-reddens to her stupid black-framed glasses, she only worn as a fashion statement. She never needed them anyway… I hated how she peered over them, like some haughty-taughty know it all bitch, questioning my every move. Burn baby, burn.

“Yes,” he moaned. He wanted me to lie… I was mortified. I didn’t want to hurt him or lie to him. “Lie… please,” he begged on.

“No—no I want you more than anything my darling—why do you make me suffer so by telling me to lie?” My tone anguished.

“My darling angel you will soon understand. Please lie to me.” He begged.

“I don’t want you, go away.” I lied. “I don’t like you.”

“To bad, I want you,” he plunged his long fingers into my feminine pink harbor.

“Oh my that feels so awful,” I lied again. This seemed to turn him on.

He stroked my sex, thrusting in and out of my wetness. I tightened my feminine embrace around him. Our breaths mixed in sync. He removed his fingers slowly abandoning my blooming flower, only to caress my pink button. The sensation was overwhelmingly tantalizing. His gray eyes flashed into mine. I shuddered beneath his sensuous touch, as I fisted my fingers through his wild dark wet waves. He stood up partially never taking his hand from my sex… my eyes followed his every move, as he slowly unzipped his pants with his other hand.

“This is for you, do you want it?” He unfurled his steely cock from the confines of his jeans. It was straining to get out, as if it were alive. I sat up with ease. My eyes transfixed on him. His phallus was perfectly shaped… thick, long with a smooth vein traveling through the center, disappearing below his smooth arrow shaped head. His eyes beckoned me to touch him. I hesitantly took his huge erection into my small palm, unable to encircle it completely with my fingers.

“Yes…” I begged. His expression furrowed. “No, I don’t want you.” I lied, for the third time, as I stroked his velvet sword. “No, no….” With every lie I told it appeared to me his cock grew and grew to epic proportions. “What is happening to you?” My eyes widened with disbelief.

“With every lie you tell, my cock grows for you,” he winked. “So you better curve your lies when I reach your desired size.” Is this possible? I thought. He was a freak—a freak in the bed.

“That can’t be… That would make me—Pinocchio—the little liar, and well, your cock the wood.” I paused, releasing his phallus and giggled. He roared.

“I hate you.” I lied, testing his theory.

His cock grew even larger, and the girth was unreal. I leaned closer and kissed the head of his silken helmet.

“I want you. I want you so badly,” I begged, wistfully between sucking on a huge mouthful of his inhuman muscle. When I said this, his cock appeared to lose a little of its girth. This certainly confirmed he was telling the truth. I told several more lies. His manhood grew with every lie I told.

“It’s amazing how it works, huh?”

“I don’t want you,” I cooed, lying for the sixth time. And, like a charm, a lucky charm he grew another inch. I better control my lying tongue. His large epic vessel may tear me apart, although the thought of this thrilled me even more.

My moans increased. I latched onto his pants and ripped them off… he helped. He tore off his shirt within seconds. My eyes scrutinized his naked body. His stomach was ripped with lean muscles that roped down to a V over his pelvic bones ending at his penis. What a blessed man he was, all of him. I considered myself about to be blessed, as well…

He then slipped between the soft white cotton sheets with me. He positioned himself on all fours between my trembling legs. His hands spread my bent knees further apart, allowing him to shift his weight closer into me.