Chapter Forty Eight
Benjamin
You still won’t tell me where we’re going?” Aaron is walking me to the front of the event house where our car to leave is stationed—as well as our guests to bid us farewell.
“Nope. Tomorrow morning when we leave, I’ll take precautions. You’ll have no idea until you’re there.” He looks proud of himself—which of course only scares me more.
“Great—so a kidnapping.” Aaron laughs.
“Husbandnapping, technically.”
As we walk out the front, everyone cheers—throwing pearls and flowers and confetti. The sun has long set, so it takes me a second to realize our car to leave is actually Aaron’s bike. I turn to glare at him.
“At least tell me you brought two helmets this time.”
“As if Tina was letting us pull away without them.” Good point. Aaron puts the blue-bird helmet on my head and makes sure it’s tightened correctly before mounting the bike.
He puts his own on and starts the ignition—holds a hand out for me.
The crowd is cheering as I take it, throwing a leg over the passenger seat and settling in behind him.
I slide forward—press my hips to his back as tightly as possible.
As soon as we’ve pulled away from the curb, my clasped hands move from their spot on his stomach to tracing his thighs, groping the growing bulge in his pants, over his button-up.
I feel as he tenses further and further.
The hotel we’re staying at for the night is next to the closest airport. We got a suite with a king bed and a huge tub even though we’ll only be here for the night. Aaron parks the bike, and once we’re both off and our helmets are removed, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.
“You’re a little tease. I’ll punish you for that.” He says it like a threat, and I love the way it sounds—the way it caresses my body.
“Can’t wait.” I whisper back, letting him drag me to the building. Once in our room, Aaron goes straight to the bathroom and turns on the shower. I sit on the bed and take a moment to reminisce on the night—the ceremony—the reality I’m in.
“Baby?” My eyes shoot open to where Aaron stands completely nude in front of the bathroom door. “Shower with me.” He’s not asking.
Very slowly does he remove my clothes—piece by piece. I watch him in the mirror, watching his eyes as they trace me in real time—obsessed, entranced—so fucking horny. He loves me.
Once I’m naked, he kisses the scar on the back of my neck—lays a palm over my stomach. I feel his hard dick press against my ass.
“We’re married.” He says softly—gently bucking up against me as I watch him watch me.
“Finally.” He grins.
We get into the shower, and he once again takes his time—ignoring both of our very obvious, very hard erections, and washing my body, my hair. He kisses my skin and breathes me in.
“I can’t wait to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life.
To smell you on my clothes and in my sheets.
” I try my best to hold in the low moans his words are stirring up but I’m unsuccessful and in result his cock jumps—his breathing picking up.
As soon as he’s washed, we’re on the bed and he’s on his knees peering down at me where I lay.
“Aaron—what are you going to do to me?” His hands grip my thighs, rubs them as he sighs and closes his eyes.
“Benjamin Archer—I’m going to fuck into you as deep as I possibly can—as hard as I can. Over and over. You’re legally mine now and I want to watch you come again and again and again until I have to force you to stop.”
“Aaron—” I’m whining, lifting my hips up for him to touch me. “Do it then.” He clicks his tongue at me.
“So impatient. So naughty. But it’s your wedding day, so I’ll let it slide. But only this once.” Disappointed, I sit up quickly—watching as his eyes widen and ignoring the shocks of pleasure I feel as I feel friction on my dick.
“Spank me.” I tell him, staring up at him with the eyes of a desperate—pleading disciple begging to be taught. “Please spank me, Aaron.” I’m pulled up off the bed in the blink of an eye.
“Hands on that desk. If you can keep yourself up, if you can take it—I’ll show you mercy. I’ll save you, baby.” My palms slam down on top of the desk.
“Oh, God.” He’s rubbing my ass with his palm as I shiver under him.
“Yeah—I’m right here.” I can feel it when he angles his body—when his hand lifts—I don’t need to turn.
When his palm comes down with a loud crack that echoes throughout the hotel room—all of the air and the sobs get lodged in my throat.
I jolt forward—managing to keep myself up with the support of the desk, but I see nothing—hear nothing.
I want it so bad. This pain-coated pleasure—these little moments of nothing that Aaron gives me so sweetly.
I can feel the air rushing into my lungs, the blurry desk coming into view as a choked sob leaves my throat.
“Nghh. So much.” I cry. It’s so much—I love it so much—I need it so much.
I mean all of these things at once and I hope he understands.
Aaron is standing at my side, watching me as he strokes himself with his left hand.
His black curls are damp from the shower and sticking to his skin—his pupils dilated as he licks his lips.
“Yeah, kitten? So much? You want it harder?” I’m nodding frantically, now taking a death grip to the edge of the desk.
“Mhm—I’ll give it to you. You can have it harder.
” I’m mid-moan when his hand comes down again.
I don’t even register when I stop breathing this time—or if I’m still standing.
Suddenly I’m here in this space of nothing and there’s so much bliss I’m nervous I might have come.
I can feel my own heartbeat as the blackness swallows me up more and more. Then, once again air returns to me and as my hearing returns I realize I’m already sobbing. Standing—thankfully.
“Mmm—you’re bleeding.” Aaron whispers into my ear and I shiver, turning my head to look up at him. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Like I’ve just fucked you up and you loved it.”
“Please, Aaron—more.” He grins, kisses my cheek.
“No more spanking—you’re bleeding. Did it feel good?” I nod. “You came really hard this time.” My eyes shoot to the desk and sure enough—I was right. I did come to the second hit. It felt too good.
“I did good? I stayed standing.” I ask him as he guides me back to the bed—laying me down.
“You did so good. Are you ready to come again?”
“Yes.”
Aaron gets on his knees in the center of the bed and grabs my hips—pulls me up to where my shoulders and head are all that are left on the mattress as he eats me out—completely uncensored with the minute amount of blood coming from my ass cheeks.
My hands shoot out to pull at his hair as I moan—trying to think around the feeling of his tongue pushing in and out of me—rubbing against the entrance and sucking on it when he’s deep inside.
I feel his teeth as they graze the outer muscle—causing me to cry out.
My own precum is leaking, sliding up my stomach from the angle I’m propped at. His hands dig into my hips where they hold me and when he starts to moan into me—shoving his tongue in further and further—I start to lose it.
“Aaron please—uhh please. Stop.” He does not stop. “Please—it’s too hot—too warm and wet down there. I’m going crazy.” Aaron pulls back with another loud moan; his eyes narrowed as drool drips off of his chin.
“God—you sound so filthy when you talk like that. Was it too wet, baby?” He slowly lays me back down, resting my thighs over his as his hands trace the lines of my stomach.
“Mhm.” I can feel the tears as they slide down my cheeks. “Too hot, too wet.”
“Fuck. So good—you sound so fucking good.” He reaches into the drawer next to the bed and—while I wonder how he knew it was there—he pulls out lube that was stashed away. Pouring some onto his fingers he leans back up, staring down at me like he’s ready to swallow me whole.
“Please—”
“I’m going to finger-fuck you so hard you come. I want to watch you—your body as you come on my fingers just like you used to when we were young.” A small whine escapes as I stare up at him. It turns to a gasp as he slides in two fingers right off the bat.
“Fuck!” I arch off the bed, a hand shooting out to grab the wrist of the hand he has gripping my hip. He’s stretching me so nicely—pumping his fingers in and out—curling them as he goes.
He’s not patient—he’s not gentle. Aaron isn’t here for gentle, passionate sex. He wants me to come as many times as I physically can before this night is over. He’s desperate for it, I can see it in his eyes.
“You feel me, Benjamin? Can you feel how fast I’m fucking into you?
” He adds a third finger and I clench my jaw—propping myself up on my elbows to try and see—to try and gauge the situation.
It’s so fucking much, feels so fucking good.
There’s always so much pain and pleasure at Aaron’s hands and I’m so obsessed with it.
Aaron bends his wrist up slightly and there it is—he finds my sweet spot. A long, loud whimper escapes me as I stare at him, tears falling from my eyes.
“There it is. So soft—so warm. This is exactly what we want.” He won’t stop rubbing it. The perfect medium—not too hard or too soft—he’s going to town. I can feel the buildup all the way to my toes, the coil of heat in my lower stomach.
“Aaron—Aaron I…” I can feel my own drool as it drips down my chin—I can’t seem to keep my mouth closed.
“Baby, you’re gonna come. Fuck—you’re gonna come hard. Right on me, so warm and tight. God, you look so good.” He stares at his fingers—my face—my dick—my stomach as it clenches.
“I…I…” I have no idea what I’m trying to say, but I do know I’m about to lose it.
Aaron’s eyes shoot up to meet mine again and he gives me that fucking look.
Vivid green eyes lit with a cold flame—energy so dominating and formidable.
The look he gives me when he’s telling me to knock it off—to settle down—to obey.