Chapter 9
Ruby
Pressing my thumb on the reader, the locks disengage, and my heart thumps furiously. I’m in the system. I can enter his rooms anytime without him.
Ben opens the door and ushers me through.
Moea follows us in and heads for the small kitchenette.
I turn toward the theater/living room expecting him to want to talk first, but Ben grabs a fistful of my messy bun and guides me to the bedroom.
I push the door open, and a massive four-poster bed occupies a sizable portion of the room.
The bed design is a work of art Ben made himself. It looks like tree limbs and branches with a large base. The mattress sits up so high that I’ll need a stepstool to get into it. Cream and brown puffy, soft blankets cover the surface and match the outdoorsy, rock style of the room.
With his hand in my hair, he pulls slightly, arching my neck so I look up at him. He kisses along my flesh. “Do you like it?” he asks, but I can’t nod in response because of his grip.
“I do. You changed it.”
“I knew you’d like this better.”
“I love anything you make with your hands,” I confess as I stare directly into his eyes. He looks down at me, his piercing blue orbs feeling like they delve into my soul.
“You were a bad girl and mouthed off to me, didn’t you?” He arches his dark eyebrow, and I can’t hide the smirk. “You love when I punish you.”
“Yes,” I sigh as he pushes me to my knees, using pressure in my hair.
I lower and lick my lips. I’ve wanted to get him in my mouth for weeks, but he wouldn’t let me, confessing that he wouldn’t be able to handle it. I can make out his cock through his jeans, and I press my hands into his thighs, holding on. My nails just barely digging in.
“Take me out and do what you’ve been wanting to.” My eyes flash up to his at the growl in his voice. Looking down at me, his pupils are blown wide. His jaw is set. He’s turned on, and I haven’t even gotten my mouth on him.
Unhooking his belt, I leave it hanging, then unlatch his button and unzip the zipper.
Gently, I shimmy his jeans down to his knees, then pull the waistband of his boxer briefs away, using my other hand to grip his cock, and he moans at my touch.
Slowly, I lower them to meet his jeans and take him in.
His cock is long, thick, and the head is a ruddy color.
Leaning forward, I lick it from the base over each of his piercings.
They bump along my own tongue piercing, and he tightens his grip in my hair.
I love having this kind of control over him.
I love that he’s about to lose his cool because of me.
“Fuck. I knew that would bring me to my knees, but I had no idea. The feeling of your sweet tongue piercing, sliding along my cock and piercings, is amazing.”
“It feels so good,” I moan, reaching down to rub my fingers against my clit through my clothes.
Ben’s grip in my hair jerks my head back. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself, princess. Hands on my thighs, just your mouth on me.”
“Oh…kay,” I sigh through the word while clasping his thighs.
I lick up his cock again, and at the top, I suck the head into my mouth and take him in as far as I can. Each piercing slides across my tongue and my piercing, causing my clit to throb. Ben flexes his hips, pushing more of himself into me. I gag before I can stop myself.
“Easy,” he orders, and I relax as he thrusts again, sliding down my throat.
I suck and rub my tongue all over the underside of his cock as he continues to move in and out of my mouth.
Drool glides down my chin, and I can’t hold back the moan as he tightens his hand in my hair.
My scalp and lips tingle as he thrusts more viciously.
I swallow, and he’s down my throat again.
We both groan together. He pulls out, then pushes in harder and faster.
Looking up his strong body, he stares down at me, his teeth piercing his bottom lip as he holds himself back.
I try to plead with my eyes that I want him harder.
I need it, and he must understand because his movements shove more of his cock into my throat, nearly choking me, cutting off my air.
Tears prick at my eyes, but I don’t care; I need this. I need the pain from him.
“I’m going to fucking come inside that sweet pussy of yours,” Ben growls before yanking me off my knees. I’m thrown, and before panic kicks in, I land on the bed.
Ben rips his shirt off over his head and kicks off his boots, dropping his jeans to the floor.
I tug off my shirt and leggings before he’s beside the bed, climbing up and flipping me over onto my belly.
My hips are pulled up, and I push back, needing him inside me.
Ben doesn’t pause; he slams into me. Throwing my head back, my hair flies around my back and shoulders.
He grabs a fistful, and with a hand on my hip, works his cock in and out of my body just like he did my mouth.
“Please, Ben, harder,” I beg. “I need it.”
“Going to fuck you so hard every person in this building knows who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I scream as he slams into me so violently my knees almost give out.
Jerking harder on my hair, he now has me fully upright on my knees. His hand rings around my throat, and for a brief moment panic kicks in, but then his fingers just hold me. They don’t grip, trying to halt my breath. I sigh and lean my head back against his chest. His hips flex against me.
“I’m going to take you deep. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
Ben shoves me back to the bed and lifts one of my legs over one of his that is bent up on the mattress, opening me even more.
My other leg and his are both still kneeling on the bed.
He firmly grasps my waist, moving harder and deeper inside me.
My eyes cross from the penetration, and I’m a bit unstable, but using my arms that barely prop me up, I push back into him, sending him deeper.
The room is filled with our moaning, panting, and the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other.
There’s no halting the orgasm when it hits. My body locks up, and I stop moving, but Ben doesn’t; he keeps driving into me. It takes a moment; my breath catches, then I scream long and loud as he finally comes deep inside me. Releasing my leg, he lets me fall to the mattress and lands next to me.
Panting through my breaths, I can’t help but ask, “Where…did…you…learn…that?” I must take a breath between each word.
“Read about it. What do you think? I learned more.” He chuckles as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up, carrying me into the bathroom. I see the glass-enclosed shower, but the large white claw-footed tub has always been my favorite feature.
“Can we take a bath?”
“Not right now. My phone has already been going off; I need to head down to church.”
“Okay.”
After a shower, Ben dries me off and carries me to the bed. “Relax, and I’ll text if we leave.”
“Okay.”
He leans over and kisses me long and deep before walking out with his spare cut on. Looking over to the chair, I see the one he put on me earlier. He’s staking his claim.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, the new phone Ben got me is going off. I roll over and pick it up to notice a text from him.
Ben
We have to head out for a bit. Judge is with me along with a couple other guys. I’ll see you as soon as I can. Judge would like you to keep Evie entertained.
Me
I can do that. Hugs. Be careful.
Ben
I always come home to you.
His words hit me hard, and it’s true, he always comes home. I might notice a part of his soul blackened, but he still comes back to me.
After my attack, when he’d leave, I constantly worried about him.
Each time he returned, more darkness consumed his eyes.
Though the last couple of weeks have been the brightest I’ve seen them in a long time.
I hope he’s in this as deep as I am. We haven’t said the words yet, but him verbalizing that I’m his ol’ lady is huge.
Next, I text Evie, and she asks me to come down to her. I walk into the closet where Ben dropped our bags and grab a pair of panties and a bra, then move on to his drawers, snooping for an outfit to wear.
I don’t find anything incriminating, but a pair of tie-waist flannel pajama pants snag my eye. I slip them on, cinch them tight, then roll the waist down. The legs hang over my feet, but I slip on my Ugg boots, then put on one of Ben’s T-shirts, the collar hanging off my shoulder.
Just before I walk out, Moea plops herself in front of the door. I look at her, then turn back to the room, seeing the cut on the chair. I rush over and slip it on.
“Oops, Momma almost forgot. Good girl.” I pat her head before we go.
Arriving a floor down, I pass a couple of guys who just nod at me before I knock on Judge and Evie’s suite. She opens the door, dressed in a pair of soft sleep pants and a half shirt with her cut over them.
“Oh my god, my brother claimed you? Show me.” My voice pitches higher; I’m almost squealing. She turns around; I see the property patch on the back, and tears come to my eyes. “We are sisters now.” I pull her in for a big hug.
“I’m pregnant,” she laughs. “Ready to be an auntie?” I do squeal now and squeeze her tight.
“Of course, I am.” My hand moves to my abdomen, and I wonder at the possibility.
“Are you too?”
“I don’t know.” I shake my head. “Come on, let’s go bake and make some food.”
“Sounds like fun. Who is this beauty?” She strokes her hand over Moea’s head and back.
“This is my big girl, Moea. It’s spelled M o e a. But you pronounce it Mia.”
“I love it.” She holds Cassini in her arms, and Bear is at her side.
Together we walk downstairs. Several guys are still hanging around, and most of them know me. But when one bald-headed man with a gray mustache and beard walks up, I rush right to him.
“Boost.” I hug him close, his burly arms wrapping around me. He’s always reminded me of the original detective from SVU, and he’s just as loving and caring as that guy on the show is.