Chapter 35
Thea’s water breaking was not how I envisioned ending the evening. Things are never boring with the Bardot family, that is for damn sure. Jules and Thea rushed to the hospital and the rest of the party dispersed pretty quickly after that.
Ben drives me home, letting himself into my apartment without even asking if he’s allowed to stay.
He is, of course. But I do marvel at how the fuck this happened. How he wiggled himself so thoroughly into my life, so perfectly under my skin.
“Diet cherry cola?” Ben asks, opening up my fridge like he owns the place. Technically, he did stock the fridge and the pantry for me last week. So I guess he does kind of own that part of the place.
“Sure, I’m just going to change clothes.” I start to walk toward my bedroom when his heavy footfalls sound behind me.
“Wait, wait, wait!” His hand slides across the silk of my dress. “Don’t change yet…” He holds my hips, angling me away so he can eye my body up and down.
“Really?” My eyebrow quirks. “Someone’s water breaks in the middle of a dinner party and you’re still turned on?”
He bites his lower lip. “I’m always turned on by you, Red. There could be a zombie apocalypse happening outside and I’d still want you.”
“Okay, that’s kind of hot actually. Do you think next time you can arrange a zombie apocalypse party?”
“I’ll hire a party planner,” he jokes, nipping at my exposed neck, kissing across the pearl necklace. “We can have a party once a month—once a week, if you want.”
I scowl. “That sounds horrible. I don’t want to see people that often.”
His chuckle rumbles up my neck. “I think we should take the ties back out tonight,” he mutters, continuing his perusal of my body.
My mind flashes back to the first time we had sex.
I was so worried that as soon as Ben found out I wanted to tie him up, he was going to run as far and as fast as he could.
That was the beginning of his surprises.
He didn’t run at all—he embraced the sexier, more erotic version of me, even when that was all I was willing to offer.
“You’re thinking very loud,” he teases.
I shake the intrusive thoughts out of my head. “You want to be tied up, Benoit? I’ll tie you up. How about a blindfold? A gag? You do tend to run that mouth more than you’re supposed to.”
Ben pulls back to look at me, panting, a lock of his hair falling across his forehead. “I’m at your mercy, Colette.”
Placing my finger under his chin, I tilt his head up. “Good boy. Now, strip.”
He steps back from me, removing his suspenders and pulling off his already loosened bowtie.
I take it from him, knowing it will come in handy in a few minutes.
Slowly, he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing abs that I would love to lick.
He’s got one of those stupidly seductive man V’s that points straight down to his long cock, straining against his zipper.
Heat settles in my stomach—lower—as he shucks off his pants and boxers, leaving him completely bare for me.
It feels more even this way… he’s completely naked physically, and I feel emotionally stripped down, too.
My entire chest seizes when I meet Ben’s eyes and see—no, there’s no way.
“Turn around,” I rasp. Using the abandoned bowtie, I tie a secure knot around his wrists. “Remind me what our safe word is?”
“Foudroyant.” He rolls the syllables around his mouth, tasting each and every one.
“Right,” I gulp. “On your knees.”
Without hesitation, he faces back toward me and drops to his knees in the middle of the hallway. It’s not easy with his hands tied behind his back, and I definitely think he’ll have bruises tomorrow, but he doesn’t seem to care.
I run my own hands down my dress, loving the soft texture of the silk.
Down over my hips, across my stomach, up toward my breasts.
Ben watches with rapt attention, hanging on every small movement I make.
I hike the long dress up, revealing the strappy stilettos Ben chose before the party.
They have a leather bow that ties about halfway up my calf—they’re probably the sexiest pair of shoes I own.
Delicately, I place my—now neatly painted—red toes onto the center of his chest. He moans, leaning down to kiss wherever he can easily access.
“Uh uh,” I tsk, pushing him away with my foot. “Did I say you could touch?”
Ben shakes his head, lust so palpable, he might boil over at any moment. I look down and see a bead of precum dripping from his dick. It makes me feel powerful, beautiful—he makes me feel those things.
“What do you want, Benoit? Maybe if you’re good, I’ll give it to you.”
“To marry you,” he replies, instantly. His eyes drop to my ring finger before bouncing back up to my shocked expression.
Recovering quickly, I roll my eyes. “Tonight, Benjamin. What do you want tonight?”
He grins cheekily. “I want that tonight. But I also want to taste you, fuck you, spend the night with you.”
“Fine, untie my shoe.” Ben looks down meaningfully at his restrained arms. “With your mouth,” I clarify. “Put it to good use.”
His teeth catch the leather string and he tugs, loosening the entire shoe until I’m able to kick it off.
He moves to the other foot, licking where the strap criss-crosses up my leg before he unties the second bow.
I throw my calf over his shoulder and lean back against the wall.
My dress is fitted but I still manage to work it up high enough that Ben can duck his head underneath.
I can’t see his face, can only feel as he licks a slow line down my center, over my underwear.
He uses his teeth again to pull them down so he has full access to me.
I move my leg off his shoulder, adjusting so the underwear tangles around my standing leg.
Ben maneuvers back under my skirt and my head falls back as he nips and teases my clit, working until he can pull an orgasm from me.
I buck my hips against his face and he groans in pleasure.
“Love—” His voice is muffled, currently being suffocated by my cunt. “Love tasting”—lick—“you.”
Fuck. I’ve never been with a partner who has been this enthusiastic about eating me out, and I can’t say I’m mad about it.
It’s a delicious burn as the stubble on Ben’s chin rubs against my thigh.
He sucks hard and I’m immediately tossed over the edge, gripping Ben’s shoulders to stay upright.
If his knees aren’t bruised tomorrow, the claw marks I’m leaving on his shoulders definitely will be.
When Ben pulls away, coming back out from underneath my dress, there’s a vulgar sheen of me across the bottom half of his face. The asshole licks his lips, attempting to suck down every last taste.
“You’re disgusting,” I pant, not really meaning it.
“And you, mon chou.” He pauses for another pass of his tongue. “Are mouthwatering.”
“What does it mean?” He knows what I’m asking.
“Literally, it translates to my cabbage.” He shrugs, leaning in toward my thighs. “But when I’m talking to you… it means sweetheart”—kiss—“honey”—kiss—“love.” He pulls back and meets my eyes. “It means I want to keep you.”
Instead of responding, I bend down to help him off of his knees, turning his body so it’s the one up against the wall now.
“Stay here,” I whisper before hurrying to my bathroom so I can reapply my lipstick.
I decide to go ahead and bring the whole tube with me, tucking it into the top of my dress.
When I walk back into the hallway, Ben is exactly where I left him.
I take a moment to admire the strong line of his body.
His thick thighs and hard cock. He rolls his head toward me and smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
“Your turn,” I whisper.