Chapter Five
Ben pulled back, surprise, then confusion, then a hint of fear passing over his face. “You really want to see?”
I nodded. “The curiosity’s been killing me.”
“You’re going to think I’m a freak.”
“I already think you’re a freak,” I said.
He stepped back, looking resigned. “Okay,” he murmured, and we walked over to the bedside table. I sat on the bed, my legs hanging over the edge. Ben grabbed his keys and unlocked the drawer.
I don’t know what I was expecting. Drugs? Pornography? Sex toys? Lube and condoms?
There was lube and condoms, but there was also…a blindfold. And restraints. And a whole bunch of other stuff I couldn’t even begin to identify. All I knew is that it wasn’t vanilla sex stuff.
“Is that a collar?” I asked, picking up a thin leather band with a metal latch. I looked up at Ben, fighting the urge to laugh. Ben, who had watched a documentary of Apollo 11 so many times, he basically had all the lines memorized, owned this ? It just didn’t make sense.
He shrugged a shoulder, flushing. “I like it when girls wear it. I like feeling like I own them.” He suddenly flinched. “What are you doing?”
I fiddled with the latch. “What does it look like? I’m trying to put it on.”
“Juliet, you don’t have to. Seriously, ignore all this stuff.” He reached for it.
I batted his hands away. “No, I want to.” I could already imagine it: Ben being so shy and nervous in bed that he needed his partner collared to feel in control.
With a click, the collar closed around my neck. I smiled up at Ben, who looked like he couldn’t breathe. Poor boy.
“You have me in your bed. Do whatever you want to me.”
Maybe I was being a little bit mean. But I liked winding him up. I liked seeing him blush.
“You don’t mean that,” he murmured.
“I do,” I replied. “Come on —”
The rest of the sentence escaped me as I was shoved backwards, my hand landing on a pillow. A second later, Ben crawled over me. “Say red to stop.”
“Huh?”
“You asked for this. Do you want me to stop?”
I was…shocked. The Ben above me was not the stuttering guy I knew. It was the assertive Ben I’d only seen glimpses of. And while I was surprised, I didn’t hate this. Arousal pulsed between my legs. No, I definitely didn’t hate this.
I shook my head. “No,” I said, my voice tiny.
Ben smiled. He’d always had a nice smile, but right now he looked downright dangerous.
Without wasting a second, he undressed me, pulling off my clothes so quickly and efficiently that I didn’t have a chance to get embarrassed as my bra was unclipped and thrown off the edge of the bed.
Ben pulled my panties down last, leaving me completely naked.
I could see my wetness glistening on my underwear.
Ben touched the damp fabric before setting it down.
“Fucking hell,” he said, looking me up and down.
I shivered, like his gaze was his tongue on my skin.
He grabbed a handful of my tits and let out a soft sigh.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about touching these.
They’re just as soft as I imagined.” He rubbed his thumbs in circles around my nipples, which stiffened into hard peaks.
“I’ve thought about this for so long, and now I finally have you in my bed.
Now, I can finally do all the fucked-up things to you I’ve been dreaming about.
” He let go of me and dug in his drawer, taking out restraints.
He tied up my wrist and ankles to each corner of the bed frame until I was spread eagle. I squirmed. I was completely exposed, my legs spread. Air felt cool against my fiery hot core.
I found my voice. “Is tying me up really necessary?” I asked.
“I don’t want to give you a chance to run away. Not this time.”
Ben settled between my legs, his grip firm on my thighs. I could feel his hot breath against my clit.
“What do you mean?” I managed.
“That night on the couch…I thought I’d finally get to shove my tongue inside of you. But then you walked away, leaving me high and dry. I’m not letting that happen again.”
And, before I could respond to that, his warm, wet tongue was against my cunt. He licked up and down the slit, pushing between the lips and lapping up all my arousal. Then, just like he promised, he shoved his tongue into my hole and my whole body went tense at the lewd invasion.
It felt good. It felt really fucking good. But I started shifting my hips, because what I really wanted him to do was lick upwards, to my clit.
“Needy slut,” Ben murmured, then flicked his tongue against my sensitive nub and my legs started shaking immediately because holy fuck, no guy had ever done it like that before.
He’d go fast, then slowly draw circles around my clit, then suck on it ever so gently, driving me completely crazy.
Wetness leaked out of me — I could feel it dripping past my asshole onto the bedsheets.
I raised my head, looking at Ben working so hard between my legs. I understood it now. He was a devil, disguised as a nerdy college student. He needed the disguise, otherwise he’d be too powerful. Too dangerous.
I dropped my head back on the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut. Oh god. I was going to come —
He pulled his mouth off me. I blinked, taking a moment to understand. Then I glared at him. “What the fuck, Ben?” I demanded.
“You’re only allowed to cum on my cock.” He was wiping his mouth.
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“Yes, I am, princess.” The pet name made my stomach flip.
“Look at yourself. You’re tied up on my bed.
I’m in control here.” He gently smacked my pussy, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me.
“You’re only allowed to cum when I’m inside you,” he said.
“There’s nothing that feels better than a cunt twitching and spasming on my cock. Understand?”
I could see there was no way to argue. Not that I even wanted to argue. Hearing Ben being bossy…even slightly degrading…turned me on like nothing else. Maybe it’s because I didn’t expect it.
“I understand.” My voice was small. Submissive.
Ben nodded once, then started undoing the restraints. Was he finished with them that quickly? That was kind of disappointing.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Getting you to flip over,” he replied. Once all the restraints were untied, he put a blindfold on me.
Everything turned black, and I had no choice but to obey Ben as he turned me around, so I was on my hands and knees.
He put the restraints on again, so my hands were stretched out in front of me, my face buried in the mattress.
“Ass up and arch your back,” he ordered. Something landed on one of my cheeks and I flinched. He’d just spanked me. “You can do better than that,” he murmured. “Come on, show me how much you want it.”
I did what he asked, arching my back as much as I could, my ass high in the air. I probably looked so needy. So slutty.
With the blindfold on, I couldn’t see anything, even if I looked over my shoulder. All of my other sensations were heightened. My rapid heartbeat. The rustle of Ben’s clothes. Was he undressing?
“If I hadn’t tied your wrists up, I’d ask you to reach behind yourself and spread yourself for me. This isn’t so bad, though.” His voice was rough.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Stroking myself.” His breaths were heavy now.
“Fuck, I could come like this, just looking at you. Maybe I should make you my personal pornstar. It wouldn’t be hard.
You wouldn’t have to do anything. Just strip naked in front of me and let me jerk off to the sight of you.
” He grunted. “God, that’s good. Can’t let myself cum, though.
Not when I’ve got a soaking pussy in front of me. ”
“I-I never knew you had such a filthy mouth,” I said.
He let out an amused huff. “Yeah? Because I’m shy, right?”
“Yeah, shy. And nervous. Kind of like you’re scared of girls —”
Something big — way too big — shoved into me in one smooth moment, stretching me out and making my entire body shake. I’d forgotten how big he was, and he was pushing right against my g-spot and holy shit, it felt so good.
“Sorry,” Ben grunted. “I should’ve warned you.
Fuck,” he hissed, staying buried in me, keeping still to let me adjust to him.
“Alright, I’m going to fuck you hard for a moment, alright?
Usually I’d be more gentle…” slowly, he pulled out and I swallowed a whimper.
“But it’s been too long. You can take it, can’t you? ”
A moan escaped me. “Yes. Yes, I can —”
He thrust into me, so hard and fast that the whole bed seemed to shake. I barely had a chance to process what had happened before he slid out and thrust in again, rough and fast and every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. Oh god. It had never felt like this before.
“You alright?” he grunted, breathing heavy.
“Sorry, I know I’m being rough, but I haven’t fucked in ages.
Not since you moved in.” He thrust in, buried himself to the hilt, and let out a low groan.
“I was too…too busy being distracted by you. And now you’re here, in my bed, and your pussy’s tighter than I thought was possible. ”
“Ben,” I whined. “D-don’t talk like that.”
“What?” he asked, and if I could see him, I’d bet he was wearing a dark smile. “You don’t like me talking about your pretty pink cunt?”
“ Ben ,” I whimpered.
I thought I’d heard dirty talk before, but nothing like this, and it was almost surreal, hearing Ben say such lewd things, in the same voice that usually stuttered and mumbled. He actually had a really nice voice. Low, and smooth, and sexy.
“You know what?” His voice dropped to a whisper.
“I think you like it. I can feel you clenching around me.” A moment later, he thrust into me, setting a punishing speed, and it was too much, I don’t think I’d be able to reply if I wanted to.
It was like I’d lost the ability to speak.
I was vaguely aware of making incoherent noises as he railed me, his balls slamming against my clit with every thrust.
I felt pleasure building up inside of me, hot and harsh.
And then…
He slowed down. I couldn’t believe it.
“I’m going to spank you now,” he said. “Your ass will look so pretty, all red and covered in my hand prints. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, I don’t mind,” I snapped, but my voice sounded slurred, like I was drunk. “Just fucking keep going, alright? For fuck’s sake, fuck me, Ben. I can’t — I need it. I ned it now .”
His hand landed on my ass, sharp and making my whole body shiver. “Sluts don’t talk back,” he growled. “I’ll fuck you the way I want. I own you, remember?”
“Jesus, Ben —”
He spanked me again, and I let out a hiss. “Say it.”
“Say what?”
Another spank, this time closer to my pussy. I wanted to tilt my hips so next time, his fingers would touch my clit. If I wanted tied up, I’d be rubbing it right now —
“You’re mine. You belong to me.”
“Fucking fine,” I snapped, but I wasn’t actually annoyed, not really. “I belong to you, Ben. Use my body however you like. I’m your fucktoy. Just…please. Please, fuck me. Please .”