Chapter 15 – Ben
Chapter
Fifteen
BEN
I stood at the foot of her bed, my lungs burning like I’d sprinted through a forest fire with a blade plunged between my ribs.
Chrissy lay sprawled across the sheets, blindfolded, thighs trembling, slick and open and so goddamn beautiful my vision tunneled for a second.
The ruined green silk lay in tattered shreds on the floor like a battlefield flag.
Her red lace thong was long gone, peeled off and stuffed in my pocket like the trophy it was, still warm from her body.
My mouth tasted like her orgasm and my chin was dripping with it.
My cock was a steel spike behind my zipper, leaking, furious, begging for release.
I’d told myself I wasn’t going to touch her tonight beyond the spanking and rewarding her by eating her out if she was a good little doll for me.
I swore it, actually. Repeated it in the mirror before I came upstairs like some kind of mantra a sane man might’ve listened to.
But the second I walked into the room and found her blindfolded, breathing hard, her dainty little hands trembling just enough to split a piece of me wide open, I knew I was already lying to myself.
I stood in front of her for an excruciatingly long moment, trying my best to pretend I still had a shred of self-control left to my name. I didn’t… not even close.
I should’ve left the second I’d licked her sweet pussy clean. I should’ve left the second I peeled that soaked scrap of red lace down her legs and watched it cling to her dripping wet folds before surrendering. As a matter of fact, I should never have touched her at all.
Before I could stop myself, I issued a command, the words scraping out of me, low and lethal.
“Get on your knees for me, little doll.”
A full-body shudder rolled through her. She didn’t hesitate or question me, nor did she argue.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, her voice husky from the screams of pain and pleasure I’d dragged out of her tonight.
She scrambled to obey, clumsy with the aftershocks of the orgasm I’d torn out of her, her gorgeous body trembling from head to toe. I caught her elbow before she could pitch off the mattress and guided her down until her knees hit the antique Persian rug.
I stared down at her and nearly stopped breathing. Her blindfold was still perfectly in place, her lips parted and swollen, chest heaving so hard I wondered for a moment if she was going to hyperventilate.
“Hands behind your back,” I said. My voice came out low, and rougher than I meant.
She nodded and obeyed instantly, like it never even occurred to her to hesitate.
“Good girl,” I purred, drinking in the way the praise pulled a gasp out of her and left a pretty pink flush in its wake.
Christ.
The way she reacted to my praise — like she’d been starving for it her whole damn life — hit me in the chest like a sledgehammer.
I knew she carried too much, shouldered too much, and she had built her whole identity around being the one who held everything together for everyone else in her life.
I’d watched her do it for four years, now.
Since the first day we met, I’d watched her carry burdens no one her age should ever have had to touch.
And yet… nobody praised her for any of it.
Not really, and certainly not in a way that ever really mattered.
Alice sure as hell didn’t. That bitch was such a spoiled, entitled brat, and I hoped that one day she’d meet someone who’d give her the rude awakening she deserved.
Their parents didn’t praise Chrissy for anything, ever. I wasn’t sure she could ever do anything right enough or good enough to suit them.
Life hadn’t handed my girl any breaks in the four years that I’d been following her, researching her, and decoding everything about her.
So, when she shivered like that — when a single soft phrase from me made her melt even harder than any command I gave her — it told me everything I needed to know.
She wasn’t just responsive to my needs, she was wired for this, for letting go and sinking into someone else’s hands. She was wired to be seen, really seen, and rewarded for her surrender instead of punished for dropping the ball.
Chrissy didn’t crumble under my dominance, she relaxed into it like her body had been waiting a lifetime for someone to give her permission to stop holding up the sky.
It fucking terrified me how much I liked being the one she gave that power to. More than that, it scared the living hell out of me that this was the first time I’d let myself touch her the way I really wanted to, and I was already getting addicted to it.
I loved how deep she already had her claws in me, without even knowing that Ben Stonewood and Jacob the groundskeeper were one and the same.
I should’ve pulled back, should’ve remembered who I was to her, and who I wasn’t… at least not yet, but with her kneeling in front of me, trembling from pleasure I’d given her?
Yeah… I was long past the point of remembering a damn thing that resembled good sense.
She genuinely let go and handed every bit of control over to me without question. That was what really did me in, not the blindfold or the way her lips parted on a shaky inhale.
It was that quiet, absolute trust. The kind she offered the version of me that was a complete unknown to her, for the moment.
I tilted her chin up. I shouldn’t have. But God, I needed to feel her lean into my touch, needed that small reminder that she wanted me, even if she didn’t know the truth about who I actually was.
“You sure you want to keep going, baby?” I asked, giving her a last chance to pull back. Or maybe giving myself one.
She nodded and licked her lips.
“Yes, sir.”
The words were so small, helpless, and honest.
And that was it, that was the moment whatever thin thread of self-control I’d been holding onto snapped clean in two.
I gave in. Stepping in close, I cradled the back of her head in one hand, and brushed my thumb across her wet bottom lip with the other.
“You’re going to thank me properly for the orgasm I just tore out of you,” I told her. “Open that pretty mouth for me, little doll.”
She opened for me instantly.
God, she’s fucking perfect. No hesitation, no shame, just raw, trembling obedience.
I freed myself with one shaking hand, shivering as my zipper rasped down and my cock sprang out, flushed and slick at the tip with precum.
Sucking in a deep breath, I fed every thick inch of my aching cock between her lips.
She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.
Her hands flew to my thighs for balance, nails digging in through the fabric of my slacks like she was afraid I’d vanish.
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pushed forward until I hit the back of her throat, held just long enough for that gorgeous, wet gag, then pulled back and did it again.
Fuck, her mouth was heaven. It was so hot, wet, and eager, I could almost swear she was made just for me.
I set a brutal rhythm, one fist knotted tight in her hair, the other braced on the bedpost to help me keep my balance as I brutally fucked her mouth.
She took it like she was born to take my cock: cheeks hollowed, tears soaking the silk blindfold, little desperate whimpers vibrating around my shaft every time I bottomed out.
Every time she choked she only tried harder, tongue flattening along the underside, throat opening wider, greedy for more of me, all of me.
I wanted to be buried in her pussy right then. I needed to pin her hips to the mattress and breed her until my cum leaked out of her for days and the sheets smelled like both of us for a week. The intensity of my desire scared the hell out of me, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop.
Fucking her sweet little mouth would do… for tonight, at least.
“Look at you,” I rasped, my voice shredded. “On your knees, blindfolded, choking on a stranger’s cock like the perfect little slut you are. Thanking him with that greedy mouth.”
She moaned louder. Fuck, that sound could be classified as a drug, and the vibration snapped the last thread of my control.
I shoved deep one final time and came with an animalistic, guttural growl.
I sounded like a fucking monster, and I didn’t care one bit.
Pulse after thick pulse of my cum spilled straight down her throat, scalding and seemingly endless.
She swallowed every drop like it was communion, her throat working around me, tongue still fluttering until I was wrung dry.
I eased out slowly, watching her swollen lips cling, watching her lick them clean without having to be told what to do.
“Good fucking girl,” I growled, tucking myself away. Then I zipped up and cupped her wet chin in my palm.
“You took that beautifully, little doll.”
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, her sweet voice absolutely wrecked.
I bent and pressed a hard, possessive kiss to her forehead, breathing her in one last time before I forced myself to leave.
“Do not remove that blindfold until you hear the lock click behind me,” I told her. “Then you count to one hundred. Slowly. If I find out you disobeyed me, I will make the punishment you suffered tonight look like child’s play.”
I let the threat hang between us like the sword of Damocles.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed.
I forced myself to get the fuck out of her room. If I didn’t, I was going to do something even more monumentally idiotic than I already had.
I stalked down the corridor like the Devil himself was on my heels, and pushed through the hidden door to the servants’ passage.
My mind roared at me to go back to her and make her mine in a way that was irrevocable, until the roaring turned to a static haze that drowned out everything else, and the only thing holding me back was sheer force of will.
I was inside my bedroom in the west wing, door locked, before the haze in my head cleared the slightest bit.
I flung the domino mask so hard it hit the wall and shattered.
I’d have to use one of the spares that came in with the bulk order of them.
I was so goddamn hot I was going to spontaneously combust. I ripped off my tie, shirt, belt, shoes, socks, pants, and boxer briefs as fast as I could and kicked them aside, leaving them in a heap on the floor like a snake shedding its skin.
Somehow, I was still fucking hard. Of course I was. I’d just come down her throat, and I was already aching again, thick and heavy and jutting out at attention like I hadn’t emptied myself down her throat at all.
I staggered into the bathroom and turned the water on in my walk-in shower with its black marble tile and gold fixtures.
The shower came on scalding hot. I stepped under it and welcomed the burn across the ruined half of my face, the heat lashing scar tissue that had forgotten how to feel anything except her.
I wrapped my fist around my cock before the glass even fogged.
I braced my forearm on the tile, dropped my forehead to it, and let the reel run in merciless, high-definition detail in my mind’s eye.
The way she’d dropped to her knees the instant I commanded it, blind and shaking but so fucking eager to please.
I replayed the way she’d opened like my cock was a gift she’d waited years to unwrap, and the way she’d gagged and drooled and still tried to take me deeper, like swallowing me whole was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.
I would never forget the way that she’d swallowed every drop and licked her swollen lips for more as long as I lived.
I groaned, low and broken, and started stroking, hard, punishing strokes that matched the rhythm I’d just set in her throat.
I pictured her punishment again… high on how she’d screamed with every strike, until her gorgeous ass glowed crimson and her sweet pussy juices dripped down her thighs. And then I’m pretty sure my soul left my body when she’d sobbed ‘I’m sorry, sir’.
I replayed her reward in my head, reveling in how she’d bucked against my mouth when I spread her open and devoured her pussy until she came so hard her back bowed and she forgot how to breathe.
Then I let myself picture what I still hadn’t taken… yet.
I imagined Chrissy on her back beneath me, brown eyes wide and soft and trusting while I sank into her cunt bare for the first time.
I pictured her months from now on her knees again, belly swollen round with my baby, tits heavy and leaking, still begging for my cock because she’d never get enough of me.
The image that almost made me stop breathing was Chrissy, nine months pregnant and glowing, her hand curved protectively over the life I’d put in her, while I fucked her slow and deep from behind and whispered against her ear that she’d never been more beautiful than she was carrying my child.
The fantasy detonated behind my eyes like a bomb, and I came with a snarl that echoed off marble, thick ropes of cum painting the shower wall, hips jerking helplessly into my fist. My knees nearly buckled and I had to lock them to stay upright.
Pleasure crashed over me in waves so violent that my vision blackened at the edges.
Still not enough, I thought.
It would never be enough until I was actually inside her, until I’d filled her so many times my seed took root and her body changed because of me, until she wore my real ring and my last name and woke up every morning with me still dripping out of her.
I slammed the water off and stood there panting, watching water and cum swirl together down the drain.
Tomorrow morning, she and the other so-called contestants will each pick a ring and be proposed to by their respective partners. I’ll propose to her as Jacob and see how she responds. Tomorrow night, after the first challenge, she’ll put the blindfold back on and wait for me again.
And soon? Soon, I’ll take everything I need from her.
I will breed her and keep her with me forever.
And when ‘Mr. Stonewood’ is finally unmasked and she realizes the monster who wrecked her throat tonight and the gentle groundskeeper who changed her tire in the dark were the same man all along, she’ll already be so full of me there will be no leaving.
I smiled into the dark, slow and feral.
You’ll be mine soon, little doll. Very fucking soon.