Chapter Forty Three
Benjamin
The wedding is only an hour from our apartment so we don’t bother with a hotel. During the drive back Aaron is quiet—so his truck in return has a very ominous feel. My leg is bouncing in anticipation—in fear, in excitement.
“Aaron?” I can’t help myself.
“Hm?” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road.
“What… what are we doing when we get home?” We should be sleeping—it’s around 1 A.M. and we’re only halfway there. But I’m hoping all this anger has been building toward something.
“Showering.”
“Oh.” Showering? Not exactly the fun night I’d hoped for.
“We danced a lot.” Aaron justifies his answer, but it doesn’t make me feel any better.
“Okay.” Is all I say.
I’m showering as soon as we get home—just as instructed.
The hot water relaxes my tense muscles, fingers digging into my scalp as I wash my hair.
Humming a random pop song in an attempt to seem completely unbothered, only slightly freaking out over all of the possibilities that linger around me. What will he do? How hard will I cry?
I hear the door of the shower open—feel the overwhelming dominance that comes with his presence. Aaron’s big, strong hands grip my hips and I gasp—even though I know it’s him. I’d know from his essence alone. Nevertheless, my anxiety needs reassurance.
“Aaron?” He places a palm over the familiar spot between my hips.
“It’s me.” I relax against him—finish rinsing my hair. At first, I anticipate that he’s joining me to punish me—but no. We shower, and when we’re done Aaron dries me with a towel and dresses me silently.
“Aaron?” It’s a cautious, timid address. His green eyes find mine and I’m considering the probability that this calm, unbothered Aaron is far scarier than angry Aaron.
“Hm?” He’s putting my legs into my black briefs—one at a time, gently.
“Are you… okay?” He stands to his full height, pulling the briefs up with him, then tilts his head in question.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I…” Realizing it’d be weird to cry about him not punishing me tonight—I decide to drop it. Maybe he got over it. He can just fuck me tomorrow—it’s late anyway. “Ah, never mind. I’m tired, ready for bed?” I give him a soft smile, turning to exit the bathroom, walking toward our bed.
“Were you expecting something else?” His voice is so calm—so nonchalant. I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as I halt in my giant T-shirt, a few feet from our bed.
“W-what do you mean?” He hums.
“It feels like you’ve been waiting for something ever since we got into the truck.” Bastard. He’s punishing me right now. Embarrassing me. Making me admit I’m needy and desperate. Fuck him. I will not beg him to punish me. Well, at least not right now.
“Nope. Come on—let’s sleep.” This new method is annoying—leaving me in all that silence. I won’t be giving in anytime soon.
Right as I start to climb onto the bed Aaron grabs the back of my shirt—pulling me back. He stands beside me, staring down at me like I’m nothing but a mild inconvenience he needs to sort out.
“Oh? Why are you lying, Benjamin?” I glare at him and his stupid face.
“I’m not.” I force out through gritted teeth. He clicks his tongue—shaking his head slightly.
“Wrong answer. Try again.”
“You’ll get the same answer every time, Aaron. Stop playing big bad wolf and go to bed.” Alright I fucked it. I can admit when I fucked it—and I did. I fucked it.
A fire ignites in those cold eyes and slowly—he begins to grin.
“Really?” He asks, still holding me back by my shirt collar.
“Hold on—” I try to backtrack. “What I meant was let’s just sleep. Please?” I try, scrunching my nose up at him in hopes he’ll let me go if I’m cute enough. Nope—he likes seeing me cry more.
“I don’t think so, Benjamin. You’re a fucking brat. A disobedient—untrained brat.”
“You talk as if I’m a dog.” I spit the accusation, glaring up at him even fiercer. I’m already screwed anyway—plus I might be kinda into it.
“More like a feral kitten.” Alright, I’m really into that. I glare anyway. “Wolves eat kittens, Button. Didn’t you know?” He says, looking me up and down. I can feel the shirt sliding up my thighs with how he’s pulling on my collar.
“I’m not that worried. Aren’t wolves notoriously known for being very simple-minded? Throw a dog a bone kind of thing.” I’m digging a fucking hole and that’s not even a true fact. I just can’t resist—it’s so fun and the turnout is normally very, very interesting.
“Really?” His eyes are darker, voice lower, smile now a vicious sneer rather than anything pleasant. I give my best shrug given how he’s holding me.
“Yeah. High risk, high reward.” I grin at him and he tilts his head—observing me like I’m his prey.
My smile slowly fades as he watches me. He’s so enthralled by whatever he’s seeing—whatever he’s imagining doing to me.
And it must be filthy with that predatory stare and the intensity in which he’s looking.
“Okay. Time to start. I won’t bother responding to your half-witted comments.”
“Half-witted?!” I move to kick at him, but he dodges it and narrows his eyes. I stop moving.
“I’m going to set you down on the bed now and if you run—remember you have nowhere to go and the more time I spend chasing you—the less time I spend touching you.
” He walks me to the bed and allows me to sit—letting go of me and turning around.
I stay sat. He pulls out a little bag from his bedside drawer; one I’ve never noticed before.
“What’s that?”
“Keep your mouth shut.” A strike of hot pleasure shoots down my spine and I sit up straighter—definitely keeping my mouth shut. Aaron grabs lube along with the bag and returns to me. “Take it all off.”
When I’m sitting there in front of him fully naked, he bends down, palms on either side of me where I sit, and licks over the seam of my lips just once.
He pulls back to look me in the eyes and holds that stare even as his fingers brush my dick—bringing it to its fully erect state.
Once he runs a finger up and down—leaving me panting—he pulls back.
Aaron opens the little bag he sat next to me and pulls out a purple rubber circle.
I stare at it as he rubs lube all over it.
If it’s what I think it is—tonight will be long and intense for me.
Aaron reaches out to me and rubs lube on my dick as well—causing me to groan as he strokes me.
“Does that feel good?” He asks me and I nod, leaning back on my palms. He slides the ring over my head, and I immediately pop back up—gripping his arm and moaning as it squeezes—being pushed all the way to the base.
“Oh, fuck. Oh God. What… what is…” I’m staring down at my angry, swollen dick. I can feel it pulsing. The ring is squeezing me.
“Hm? I thought you said it felt good?” Aaron strokes my dick again and I gag on my own spit.
“Ah—ah. Haaa…” Aaron removes his hand. Then—he kneels down and glares right up at me.
“Does it make you horny, Benjamin? Seeing me like this? On my knees for you—angry and obedient?” I nod, because it does.
“Does it make you feel worshiped?” Again—I nod.
“That’s what I fucking thought. If I ever catch you on your knees in front of another man again—I’ll kill him.
And if it happens to be my brother, I’ll drag your ass back here by your hair and edge you for 24 hours straight instead.
” My eyes are so wide, I’m breathing so hard.
I can feel my dick pulsing more and more—it’s its own life form.
“Do you understand me?” I nod once more. He narrows his eyes at me.
“Yes.” I rush out. Slowly, Aaron leans down and drags his tongue over the tip of my pulsing dick.
“Fuck! Wait—wait! I thought you needed to set boundaries? They’re set!
Take it off.” He sucks my head into his mouth.
“Goddddddddd.” I moan—pushing as hard on his head as I can manage—trying to get him away.
It feels so much more intense and even if I could come under the intensity—the ring is preventing me from finishing at a normal pace. It’s dragging this out.
Aaron reaches into the bag and pops off my head. I sigh in relief only to panic again at the handcuffs in his hands.
“Benjamin—this time around you won’t be able to tap me. Pick a word.” I can’t really think straight so this is a horrible time to demand that of me. I rack my brain—trying to find anything to say.
“Pretty.” I giggle eventually—grinning up at him—clever and cute. He stares down at me for a moment before grabbing my arms and pulling them in front of my chest—cuffing my hands in front of me.
“You think you’re being funny?” I nod—because I do. “Put your wrists behind your head.” My eyes widen and slowly I move my cuffed wrists—bringing them over my head and resting them on the back of my neck. “If you move them, you won’t be happy with the outcome. Understand?”
“Yes.” It’s breathy and scared—just how he likes it. Then, he swallows me down, the tip of my dick hitting the back of his throat as he stares up at me—gagging. I think I might be screaming. “Aaron, how long? Oh fuck, oh fuck—how long? This is torture.” I whine.
He pushes me back on the bed—pouring lube on his fingers. He starts rubbing my hole.
“A long time, Button. You’ve been a brat all fucking night.
You’ve pissed me off, letting someone else look down at those glaring eyes.
You look so filthy like that—did you know?
” He sinks a finger into me—inch by inch.
I’m whining, pulling a bit at the cuffs.
“Even when you’re glaring you look like straight-up sex.
Anyone would drop their pants for you. And right in front of me—you fell right to your knees and gave him those filthy bedroom eyes.
” I groan as he starts to pump his finger in and out of me.
“But Aaron—” He’s up and over me—hooking a finger into my mouth and prying it open. He spits onto my tongue, glaring straight at me. I shudder—my dick pulses fast.