Sugar Baby Mine

Chapter 9

Dinner is an easy affair, if you count sitting with wet panties through the whole thing as easy. I’ve not decided if it’s better or worse than no panties. It’s what happens after that’s a completely different story.

We’re in Ben’s bedroom, and he’s kicked the door closed. He pops a fresh piece of cinnamon gum in his mouth between his teeth as he nods toward the bed. The way his gaze drags over every part of me before he licks his lips has my skin burning up like a lit match. “Bend over the bed, face in the sheets, ass up.”

I make a noise low in my throat as I turn on my heels, and my hands clench into fists briefly before I stride toward the bed. I lean over the edge, pressing my face into the duvet as I arch my back and tilt my hips back.

“What a good girl,” Ben hums as he approaches. I can feel the cool material of his slacks brushing against the backs of my thighs as he steps up close to me. His fingers tug up the hem of my dress and he flips it up over my ass and it flutters against my back. A low groan tumbles from his throat, and I nearly shudder. “Your little white panties are so fucking wet, they’re practically see-through.”

My hands clench the duvet. He kicks my legs apart into a wider stance, and I lift my chin to look up at the headboard as his hands roam up the sides of my legs. The air in the room already feels hotter. The intimacy we’re crafting with just these touches, the promise of what’s to come, has my blood simmering under the surface. More echoes in my head like a mantra.

“Did you decide on a safe word, or would you prefer colors?”

I peek over my shoulder at him, and his gaze darts up to my face. Ben tilts his head to the side, palms sliding up my hips as his fingers slip beneath the band of my panties.

“Colors are fine. Green, yellow, red. I’m comfortable with that.”

His hands splay against my ass, a handful in each palm as he squeezes before slapping me on the release. I arch up, my mouth dropping open and any other thoughts in my head just empty out at the sting that blooms across my skin. A taste of what’s to come.

“I want you to cross your arms behind your back—let your arms fall if you want to stop. Sometimes words are difficult when you’re in a scene.”

Letting my grip on the duvet go, I shift and fold my arms across my back to grip my wrists in the opposite hand.

“Look at you, listening for once.”

I can hear his smirk before I see it as I turn my chin back over my shoulder to glare at him. “Just get on with it,” I say, bracing my knees against the bed. Though I’m ready for it, wanting it more than I can even comprehend as my core clenches tight in anticipation.

He doesn’t do as I say, instead takes his time, running his palms over the curve of my ass, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my panties to tease the skin and send tingles up my spine. I wouldn’t say I’m touch starved, but Ben makes me feel like I am, like he’s touching me for the first time in so long that it feels brand new. I want his hands and lips on every part of my body.

“You’re gonna wear the color red so pretty for me,” he breathes out, eyes flickering up to mine before he begins to drag my panties down my hips to let them fall to my knees.

“Do with me what you like.”

“Dangerous words.” Ben flicks the clasp of his belt open and then pulls the leather from the loops in his pants in one singular, quick motion.

I blink as I watch him loop the ends together to cut the length in half, not dissimilar to a switch.

“Oh,” I say on an exhale as my blood begins to thrum in my ears.

“Oh yes,” he echoes as he yanks his pullover and undershirt overhead with one pull from between his shoulder blades.

My eyes roam his skin greedily—tanned and golden, smattering of dark hair on his chest and lower belly trailing beneath the waist of his pants. Perhaps the most shocking of it all is the sleeve of tattoos trailing down his right arm, and I want to learn everything about every single one. He’s cut and lean, and I want him to wrap those strong arms around me and hold me up against the wall as we fuck.

“Face forward.”

I turn back around, but it’s a struggle. Because I want to see him. I want to see the way this affects him, what it does to him—what punishing me does to him.

“Now I’m going to hit you with my belt once, not too hard, so you’ll know what it feels like first.”

I nod as I tuck my face into the duvet.

“Words, Emmeline.”

“Okay—yes, I understand,” I breathe out, lifting my head to look at the headboard.

For a moment, all I can hear is my own breathing and the pulse in my ears before the leather drags up over the back of my thigh, then the curve of my ass. A tender caress before it leaves my skin and comes back down in a swat that has my jaw falling slack and hips surging forward at the jolt. It’s different in the way it stings, the area more compounded as opposed to his hand.

“Do you like that?” he asks, rubbing his palm up and down the area to soothe the sting from my skin.

The combination can be described as sour and sweet, and that’s always been my favorite type of candy.

“Yes,” I say and bite down on my lip before all the rest of the words I want to say climb up my throat and I’m lost before this even begins.

Ben pats my bottom gently. It’s a contrast that has my blood singing. “I’m going to hit you ten more times—harder than that first one. Count them for me.”

I nod again before clearing my throat. “Yes, sir.”

He groans, “Fuck, Emmeline. Want that sweet mouth around my cock.”

Grinning into the bed, I wiggle my hips. “Don’t get distracted now.” Though the thought does have its merits.

“There’s my little brat,” he drawls before swinging the belt down against me.

“Oh,” I gasp.

This one is sharper, more forceful. It licks up my spine, tingling at the base of my skull. My clit throbs with the rhythm of my pulse, blood rushing around in my ears.

“O—one,” I finally rasp out, barely remembering I’m supposed to count.

Swat.

“Two—”

Swat.

“Three,” I moan, turning my face to the side to suck in a breath through tight teeth as my hips flex and roll forward. It fans the fire in my blood, stoking the heat and flames until they’re gnawing at my spine.

He switches to the other side of my ass. Swat.

“Four.” Tingles erupt across my scalp, and it’s like I can feel every hair follicle on my head.

Swat. Swat. Two strikes of the belt in quick succession has my mouth dropping open in a pant, and my chest heaves.

It takes me a second to groan out the words, “Five—six.”

“You’re doing great.” The soothing of my skin has me almost sighing as he slides his palm over the heated, tender flesh. “What’s your color?”

I feel like I’m on fire, my body zinging with arousal, and my skin still feels the impact of the belt like it hasn’t left. My hips shift back against his hand wanting more of his touch, my clit throbbing with longing. “Green.”

Swat. I can feel arousal slippery on my thighs, I’m so wet. My pussy clenching on nothing as I struggle not to grind forward, not to beg for him to stop when we’re so close to the end.

I don’t realize I’ve bitten my lip until I try to speak again, copper harsh on my tongue as I lick my lips. “Seven.”

Ben switches to my other side again, the last strikes right next to the first few. Swat. Swat. “Eight—nine.”

“Last one, baby girl.”

I could weep with joy if I wasn’t at least enjoying this a little bit. Because I am, so fucking much. As my skin burns and my blood pounds in my ears, all I can think is that I want him to do it again. To stop. To start. I want so much, it’s not enough.

Swat.

This one steals my breath, muscles tensing as I strain to stay still. I suck in a gulp of air, arms shaking against my back. “T—ten.”

My hips rock forward, pushing back against his hand as he drops it to my ass, fingers tracing my skin. My breathing is ragged as carefully measured breaths fall to the wayside, and my arms fall from my back to grip the duvet for purchase as I bury my face into the fabric. Even though that was the end, the word red streaks across my tongue, but I bite it down because I can take this. I can take anything from him that he believes I can handle.

The crack of leather dropping to the ground is faint in my ear, the sound of my breath weighing heavy.

Then Ben’s nose is in my hair, lips at my neck, breath cool against my heated skin. He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging softly at my scalp and moving my hair out of his way. He trails slow, lingering kisses all the way up to my ear. “You did so fucking good. I’m so proud of you.”

Teeth at my earlobe send my hips rocking with the spasm of my clit. I feel dizzy with want that seems to consume every cell in my body. I can’t process his words beyond good, something so fundamental and affecting that I get lost in the word. It burns my throat, bubbling up and up until it’s spilling from my lips in a barely there whisper, over and over.

Turning my face to the side, I bite down on my swollen lower lip, gnawing it between my teeth.

“Ben,” I say hoarsely before trying again, louder. “I just, I really—fuck, Ben, I need to come so bad. Please. Please make me come.”

He hovers over me, concern evident in the way his eyes sweep over my face. His frown makes me want to whine pathetically.

“That wasn’t too much?”

“If it was, I would have said red. Though I’m not going to lie, I was feeling a little floaty there for a second. But I need you to put your fucking mouth on my pussy right now or so help me I’ll tie you to this bed and use your cock like my favorite dildo.”

His chuckle makes me bristle.

“Such a filthy mouth. I can’t wait to put it to good use.”

I open my eyes to squint at him, lips pressing into a thin line. “I thought the plan was that you were supposed to be putting yours to good use. I recall some very choice words coming out of that mouth of yours about making me come.”

He smirks as his fingers brush down the curve of my ass, smoothing his palm over my tender backside, eliciting a hiss from between my teeth. “I’m going to fuck that attitude right out of you.”

“You’d miss it too much.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try.”

Ben presses my hips down toward the bed, one hand sliding up to grip my side, and then deftly flips me onto my back in a single smooth motion. I have to try really fucking hard to resist thinking of how many times he’s had to do that to manage it so smoothly like this.

Then his hands move suddenly to grip my upper arms, pushing me down against the bed with unyielding strength. His gaze sweeps over me, up and down, slowly, my cheeks heating at the intensity as my heart begins to thud in my chest more profoundly. My thighs clench together, my dress nearly at the top of my legs. The pointed toes of my heels barely scrape the floor, and I kick away my panties.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. And you’re so fucking tiny. I could break you if I really wanted,” Ben groans, letting go of my arms to run a hand through his hair.

The way his gaze rakes over every part of me in slow assessment, the crease of his brow and the slight downturn of his mouth—I can’t have that, not right now. I want this. I want him.

My lips and tongue feel buzzy and I still feel the weight of him, the hard wrap of his fingers pressing over my arms even as they rake through the strands of his hair. The skin and muscles of my ass are sore, smarting, as I shift my knees apart, but his attention drops between my legs, right where I want it.

“I think I distinctly remember you saying you were going to have your dessert, Ben. So get on your knees and fucking feast.”

A growl ripples from his throat, and Ben leans forward to grip the fabric of my dress between his hands at my stomach. Then he rips it apart, the line of buttons holding it together a faded memory as some of them bounce off the duvet and tink tink as they hit the wood floor in a scatter.

I blink up at him.

“I hope that wasn’t expensive.”

“You can buy me another.” It was, like, eight dollars from one of those fast fashion stores online, it’s nothing in the scheme of things. I shrug out of the sleeves, and he yanks the rest of the ruined, green fabric out from under me to toss to the floor. My bra follows it as I shuck it off quickly.

My fingers spread and clench against the duvet over and over as I lay back. I get lost in the way he drinks me in, pupils blown out, lips swollen, cheeks flushed with heat. The bulge in his pants lets me know he enjoyed that spanking just as much as I did. His eyes follow the curve of my hips and waist, the heave of my breasts. It’s like I’m a book, laid out for him to lazily explore each page.

“Your nipples are pierced,” Ben says, the inflection in his voice like the purr of something dangerous. He bends and leans forward, mouth pressing into the skin of my hip and dragging roughly up the side to draw a pattern into my ribs and sternum.

The scratch of his beard, the press of his lips, the warmth of his breath as he trails up between my breasts is intoxicating. His hand presses flat on my stomach, and he holds me down as his tongue flicks out against my nipple. I arch up, chasing his tongue as he lavishes attention on the pebbled peak. He sucks gently, tongue circling around my nipple and flicking the metal on the ends to roll the bar running through the middle back and forth.

“I guess you like them as much as I do,” I say, tossing my head back against the bed as I writhe against him. He switches to my other breast, tongue and teeth tugging upward sharply on my nipple and a white hot pain zips up my spine, drawing a moan from my lips. He does it again, relentlessly, before sucking and releasing my breast with a wet pop.

“Your tattoo…” he says, feathering his thumb over the hummingbird and tracing the outline.

My skin lights up, goosebumps pebbling my skin. “Just one of the many things my overly strict parents condemned me for. Not very nice of them to call the cops on me for being in their house either, but you would have read all about that in my background check.”

“Well, now you’re mine,” he says and my heart jumps just a little. “My little bird.”

He leans down and puts his hand around my throat, thumb pressing in against the divot at the base of my neck, and I stutter out a breath as my eyes flutter. Anything else I might have had on the tip of my tongue simply perishes. He holds me there like that for a moment before he shifts and presses in lightly against the sides of my throat, pulse thudding under the tips of his fingers as his lips brush mine ever so lightly. I feel him grin against my mouth when my knees shift up to squeeze his hips and I squirm on the bed.

Ben lifts me up a little by the hand on my neck. I follow with a scramble of my hips to release the pressure until my back is arched prettily and my breasts are pushing up against his chest, making it obvious when I take a shuddering breath.

He presses his lips to mine roughly, teeth sharply finding my swollen bottom lip and nipping. It draws a small moan from me and provides just enough space to slip his tongue between my lips.

The heat of his mouth is so delicious, the taste of cinnamon on his tongue as it slips and slides over mine and scrapes my teeth. I sigh into his mouth, hands coming up to cling onto him, one hand drifting into his hair to sift through the waves and tug like I’ve been longing to do.

He groans quietly against my lips and then he uses his tongue and passes the gum he’s been chewing into my mouth. “Be a good girl and hold onto this for me.”

When I catch it between my teeth, he backs off and presses his lips against me in a slow sweep that causes my chest to ache. My eyes open again, and he’s looking down at me like he’d like to devour me. And I want him to.

I pop the gum between my teeth, just like he does, cinnamon faint on my tongue.

He steps back and busies himself with kneeling until his breath fans over the tops of my thighs. When he looks up at me from between my legs, it’s through heavy lidded eyes, lips bitten and purple from the remnants of my lipstick. I want him like that forever. His hands smooth over my thighs before pushing my knees obscenely wide against the bed.

“Such a pretty little pussy. You loved being spanked, huh? You’re absolutely soaked for me.”

Ben spreads my cunt with his thumbs, and I squeeze my eyes shut with a quiet sound of affirmation. There’s a tremble to my thighs as he leans in close, beard scratching against my sensitive skin. My core clenches as he strokes along my labia, arousal spreading beneath his thumb as he drags it up around my clit. Light touches, gentle strokes of his thumb as his breath blows over me deliberately.

My back arches up, hips rolling as I chase the touch, chase the way he begins to rub circles around my clit. He leans in, tongue licking a hot path up the center of my pussy. I grip the duvet and twist, my other hand pinching at my nipple. A moan falls from my lips as my head slams back into the mattress. I’m going to literally choke on the gum he passed into my mouth, so I tuck it between my cheek and teeth for safekeeping.

I can feel his grin as he laps at my clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He sucks, pressure so intense I bite my lip to stop the scream that leaps up my throat. His thumb rubs just below my clit and down, pressing into my cunt just enough to slick his skin and presses upward along the front wall of my entrance.

Ben swirls his tongue up and down and around my clit until he’s drawing the breath straight from my lungs. I’m writhing on the bed while trying not to strangle him with my thighs as they draw up around him. I dig the sharp heel of my stiletto into his back, and he grunts against me but doesn’t let up.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, licking up over my clit and pressing the flat of his tongue against me. “I could live off this pussy.”

He closes his lips around the bundle of nerves, and my thighs begin to shake as he pulses his tongue in waves. I’m already saying his name over and over like a prayer, but he keeps going, words peppered in between the press of his lips and tongue and it makes me wilt and bloom in an endless cycle.

“I’d die a happy man between these thighs and fucking thank you for it.”

I suck a long breath in, holding it at the back of my throat until I can’t stand it anymore. I’m writhing on the bed like I can’t stand the skin on my bones. “I’m gonna come, Ben.”

“Give it to me. Wanna drink you up.” He doubles down, a hum of a growl against the slick folds of my pussy as he laps up the cum that wets his tongue as I splinter into pieces.

Everything burns, carving a sharp gasp from my chest as my toes curl with the quick banding release of pleasure. Like a rubber band that’s been stretched tight and released, I sail, I crest, I dive. My mind blanks and the thoughts that haunt the recesses of my mind quiet just for a moment and it’s so nice. When I breathe again, a shudder works down my body and my thighs continue to tremble as Ben doesn’t fucking let up.

His tongue slides inside my cunt, hot and wet, and he closes his mouth around me. His thumb comes up to rub my swollen and sensitive clit with small, persistent circles, direct pressure up the middle and around and around and around, and I feel like a bow being strung beneath his touch, winding tighter and tighter. And I can’t even begin to process the fact that he’s going to push me right into another orgasm.

My free hand flies to his hair and sinks into the waves, and I yank his face into my pussy as I give a languid roll of my hips against the press of his thumb. I pinch my nipple, tugging the jewelry as I let out a moan that feels straight out of a porno with the way I sound like such a slut for Ben’s mouth.

I rock against his tongue as it spears me, and he flattens his other palm down over the curve of my hip to press me into the bed, keeping me still. I let out a whimper, watching him between my thighs. His gaze is heavy, and he doesn’t look away from me the entire fucking time, not even as my eyes roll back or I clench them shut. I can feel the way he watches my chest heave with each breath that stutters out.

“Fuck, Ben—please,” I moan. I’m not even sure what I’m asking for, if not just to come again. I flick my nipple in time with the thrusts of his tongue and climb a little higher toward release with each pass he makes.

He moves his thumb to the side, holding me open as he glides my arousal and cum up and over my clit with his tongue, sucking with such delicious pressure that I feel myself slip right over the edge again.

My toes curl, knees squeezing tighttighttight around him, and I try to be mindful of him, I really do. But my head falls back against the duvet, and I let out a huff of a breath as all the air leaves my lungs in a stuttered moan. I yank at his hair, pulling until a snort of a breath blows over the top of my mound as he continues to circle my clit with his tongue until I’m shaking and nearly sobbing.

“Stop,” I gasp out but don’t make any motion to push him away.

“Gimme another,” Ben hums against me and I want to cry, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes as my breath steadies only to falter again.

“I don’t think—”

“You can,” he growls then, teeth nipping the sensitive flesh around my clit, and my hips buck beneath the press of his hand, simultaneously away from and toward his mouth. “You can say red or you can be a good fucking girl for me and come again.”

Ben slides two fingers into me, hooking upwards and catching on the front wall of my pussy, and I know he’s got me. I can. I will for him.

“Green,” I affirm. “I’m so fucking green. Oh my—fuck—”

My throat closes up, and I clench around his thick fingers, so much better than my own. I keen as he swirls his tongue around my clit, fingers pumping in and out of my cunt. If I breathe any harder, I might just float away.

“Sing for me, baby girl.”

With each stroke, he’s playing me like a harp, pulling on the strings of my pleasure with practiced precision, and I can’t help the cascade of moans that pour from my lips as he tips me over into another orgasm. Like cool water pouring over my limbs and settling the flames to a simmer, I shudder through it as I cry Ben’s name into the air.

He fucks me through it with sharp pumps of his wrist until I’m melting into the bed and when I push him away this time with a harsh shove—he laughs.