Fifty Shades of Lies

by Charlize Benett

  “Is this where I ask what’s your offer?” I blurted out, suddenly my skin felt hotter than before. I knew what I wanted from this gorgeous man and it was not finding a husband on his TV show, nor was it between the pages of a contract. God, I was feeling so naughty.

  “No, this is where I tell you want I am going to give you.” His voice was trite, again. He smirked then winked.

  “Isn’t that the same thing…?” I challenged him, again.

  “Let’s get down to the details… as you know the devil is in the details Miss Bleu-Rae.” His smirk deepened. Interesting choice of words, I thought.

  “I’m all ears… Mr. Steele.” I smiled delightfully. Here goes, I had never negotiated a business deal with a man so powerful in my entire life. This was so overwhelming. Lately I was doing a few things I had never done before.

  “I no longer want you as a contestant. I want to hire you as my personal assistant for the show.” His lips turned up to a faint smile. God, he was devastatingly handsome.

  “What?” I blanched. “I came to you looking for a hubby. Why would you want me to do this… This doesn’t make sense. You don’t even know if I qualify for the position.” I rattled.

  “Sense—why should any of this make sense. But, I have a good feeling you can handle any position.” His smile deepened.

  I blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He was a sick man indeed… a freak—getting personal satisfaction out of putting me in the hot seat. I could feel my lips quivering nervously.

  “Let me get this straight, you want me to be your personal assistant?” I asked.

  “Yes, that is the straight of it,” he smiled; revealing his perfectly aligned pearly whites. My breath stopped. His hearty laughter swooned over me.

  “So, what exactly does my job require, like what would be my duties?” I will make you suffer if you are brain fucking me Mr. Maximillion.

  “Doing anything I ask of you…” He firmly replied.

  “Anything? Such as typing your emails, bringing you Starbucks… ah… Err,” My mind felt like mush. Fuck me, I couldn’t think.

  “Yes, Anything I need.” He grinned ear to ear. “Your most important part of your job is to have my back… on anything I do, that means if you have to—I expect you to lie for me.” His voice shrilled through my veins. For a second I thought I saw an apparition of horns rising out from his crown.

  “Lie?” I glowered. “For you?” My voice, trailed off to a whisper.

  “Yes, can you do that?” his expression was scrutinizing. “Take your time to think about this. It’s our choice.”

  “I—” My voice cracked, swallowing my words.

  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 y
ou.”

  “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. My breath panted, and burned in the depths of my lungs. With his eyes, he assaulted my heaving perky breasts.

  “You are so delicate and lovely.” His deep voice, lowered to a whispered, as he leaned down to kiss my erect nipples, one and then the other.

  The sensation transcended electricity from my toes to my head. My heart beat wildly with anticipation of receiving his ever-growing vessel. I reached my arms around his broad back and clasped my legs around his ass, thrusting my pelvis upward in wanton enthusiasm. He leaned into my face. Our lips collided into a passionate lingering kiss.

  The smooth head of his gigantic shaft pushed at the gateway of my tight pinkness. He wasn’t fitting, and I wasn’t stretching to accommodate him. I gasped as he pushed further. Did anyone ever die from loving a man that was so endowed? I thought. I was concerned I could not be able to handle his massive rod. Should I tell the truth, how much I really want him? Perhaps, this would make his thickness shrink in order to enter me with greater ease. Then I could lie again and make his cock grow larger, once again, when he’s snug inside of me. He’s penis is like one size fits all… my own personal select a size cock.

  With his hand he fed this giant rod into my pink wet opening, one bit at a time. At one point I threw my head back and panted in fear. His cock was demanding more than my tiny body could take. At first, he didn’t rush things, slowly allowing me to invite him into me on my terms I kneaded my fingers into his pecks, and raised my hips wanting to please him, and forgetting about my fears. I cried out in the heat of passion, and held my breath permitting his massive organ to dominate all of me.

  He pushed further into me, powering his way like a well-oiled drill. His sleek substantial tool vibrated the earth beneath me. He cupped my ass and grunted loudly, and with one demanding thrust he stretched me beyond measure. I screamed out, filled with sweet pleasure and pain. I looked down in awe at the impossibility of his large cock between my legs. I could see it dividing me like the Red Sea. To witness this enhanced my excitement more so. I watched as he gave me long solid stokes, feeling the head of his cock tapping against the back of my pussy caused me to flood him with my feminine nectar.

  “Lay back and arch your back for me, this will open you further.” He instructed.

  He eased back, pulling out. This left me empty and vacant. Without notice, he plunged into me, hard, stroking me with his huge phallus. I relaxed the muscles of my love tunnel, using deep breathing exercises. This lengthened my vagina as he thrust his colossal cock in and out of me. My body conformed to his huge circumference. His girth was outstanding. The friction of our two sexes escalated to a different level. I shut my eyes allowing the delicious hardness to travel to places that had never been touched deep inside of me before. Our moans mingled in sync, for this moment we were one. I concentrated on the fire that was building deep inside of me. I moaned loudly, feeling totally open to his Steely erection. Simultaneously, he quickly stimulated my pink knot. My swollen embrace pulsated into long waves, squeezing down on his sex.

  “Harder. Yes, harder.” I yelped, and cooed.

  He moaned and quickly obliged me. He slammed against my pelvis in rapid successions. My vagina grew wetter by the seconds, fully accommodating his thrust. Steele grunted loudly as his cock rammed the special spot with in my watering harbor. I whimpered beneath his touch.

  The stretching and pulling took me past the painfully pleasure to yet another place of ecstasy. I floated in blissful delirium. Tears escaped my eyes as my body shuddered to the point of climaxing. I screamed out loud in pure elation. “Oh god Steele I can’t hold back.”

  “Cum for me baby girl—that’s how I like it.” Steele moans echoed in the chasms of my mind. My body clamped down on his huge vessel and released a long session of pulsations around him. I whimpered, as I clawed at his flesh, releasing a shower of sweet satisfaction onto him.

  My fingers traveled passed our sexes, clasping onto his balls, massaging them firmly. I could feel them tightening. His body tensed up and trembled, he was close to exploding. So was I, again. In the depths of my core I felt every spasms of his manhood, releasing his hot cum deep inside of me seconds later. I thought I saw steam coming from his ears. This heightened my climax, as I came for the second time. The waves came hard, then harder—nonstop. I felt as if I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. I was excessively sensitive to his touch. I screamed like a woman being loved by one of the gods. My body trembled out of control. His long fingers massaged the small area of my perineum sending me over the edge for a third—fourth—time. I lost count of how many times he made me cum; our bodies fell languid, beside each other. My legs still quivered intensely. He leaned up, smiling down at me like a little devil, a very satisfied man indeed.

  “Was it as great for you as it was for me?” He whispered lowly, panting still.

  Recovering my breath I managed to say, “Yes… oh yes, amazing…”

  Steele squeezed me tightly then retreated
to the bathroom. I scurried grabbing my panties and dress. I jumped out of the most comfortable bed in the world and made myself presentable. I was drained of so much energy, my legs momentarily wobbled. My hair was a mass of knots. I tried to calm the, I’ve just been fucked hairdo. Steele reentered the room fully dressed. Damn, he looked so hot in his loose, torn jeans and a white shirt that was not tucked in. His hair was slightly wet and wavy.

  “So my slim beauty. I would like to thank you for getting sick… all of you… you turned out to be quite a little liar.” He chuckled.

  “Yes, about that—was this for real?” I blushed. I flashed my eyes coyly down at his package.

  “Most definitely…” he confidently said. All I could do was beam. “Now that we have shared so much… I suppose you understand—my need for you to lie. But, I want you to know from the moment I first meet you, I fell, as you did. This doesn’t work with, well, other woman quite the same way it has for you. And, when you lied to me in my office, my cock and I both knew you were the one Grey-Ana,” he paused, narrowing his eyes. I quickly interjected.

  “Oh my god… You knew I—” My face blanched, surely.

  “Well, sweetie of course I knew you were not Bleu-Rae, and that you are Grey-Ana.” He sat down in an oversized lounger then motioned for me to sit next to him. With trepidation I took a sit next to him. I felt terrible he knew and that I lied.

  “I am so sorry for lying to you. I have never lied in my entire life.” I said with conviction. I hung my head in shame. His long fingered hand tilted my chin up to his face. His eyes pierced into mine. My heart fluttered like butterfly wings. I felt so terrible. “How did you know that I wasn’t really Rae?”

  “Well, for one—my people do background checks on all the girls I interview. So, I knew you—my mistake,” he paused. “I knew that Rae had a twin sister, which is you in hind-site. Before you came to the office we had specifically asked Rae to sign in using her first name. We give secret codes to each girl, different task to perform to see how they follow directions. You failed miserably. I watched you on our live hidden camera and you hesitated when signing in”—At this point I felt like following in my inner goddess shoes and throwing myself into the fireplace—“We also had emailed Rae a questionnaire, she commented on how much she loved that we were on the thirteen floor, so when you acted superstitious about going to the thirteen floor we knew something was up… there were other signs too. Your nose is slightly turned up, more so than Rae’s—details my dear, and well your lips. She told us she had just had injections,” he shrugged. “And, the biggest one of them all was when you out right lied to me in the office. This triggered, no pun intend, my big little secret—” He patted his crotched—“the nose knows,” He chuckled. “Remember, the insight that I had mentioned, I have? Uh-huh… I am sure you do.”