My body craves his embrace, even as my actions try to push him away. My body and heart want his affection. And my pussy desperately wants his cock.
The fact he won’t give it to me is frustrating. I thought my threat of leaving would be enough to break him after begging and teasing failed, but all it got me was handcuffed to his side. I don’t necessarily hate it. There is something kind of hot about being literally stuck to him, but still, I want him to want me.
I slide closer to his body slowly, trying not to wake him with my movement. When he doesn’t show any signs of stirring, I rest my head gently on his chest.
“Prue.” He sighs.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s fine,” he says softly. “Try to get some sleep,” he murmurs.
Once his breathing evens out, I nuzzle into him, glancing up to make sure he’s still asleep.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
Ben wakes up first. I only know this because when I wake up, I can hear him talking quietly into the phone.
“No,” he says. “That is not happening.” Pausing to listen to whoever is on the other side of the phone, he bites his lips, but his fingers stroke my back.
It’s then I realize he has removed the handcuffs.
“Don’t even think about it,” he whispers, looking down at me, with the phone away from his mouth. “I’ll cuff you again, if I have to.” I smirk up at him. “Naughty little girl.”
“So punish me.”
“No,” he says back into the phone, though he yanks his hand from around me. “That’s not happening either. I don’t trust him.” His hand rolls me onto my back though. His fingertips stroking my nipple through my shirt. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. “I’m not risking her safety.” He glances down at his phone as his finger rubs circles around my nipple. “I got to go.If they are tracking my calls, I am way over the time limit. Don’t worry, Wes. I have it all under control.”
He hangs up the phone tossing it to the side, before rolling over on his side to look at me.
“So, you want a punishment?”
“No. I want a reward, but I figured you’d be more inclined to punish me.”
He laughs, pulling on my nipple. “No. I’m more inclined to worship you.”
“But not fuck me.”
“You still want my cock?”
“Yes. Have I not made that clear.” I mock his voice.
“You haven’t made a lot of things clear.” He shrugs. “Go shower. We have a long day ahead of us.”
“Careful, Ben,” I say, pushing myself up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I might get desperate enough to go back to Charles. Sex with him was nothing compared to sex with you, but it is better than no sex.” I grin with my back to him, waiting for him to react.
His hand is on me in a flash. I knew that my words would upset him. I’m very good at doing that and just desperate enough to push him.
“You didn’t just say sex with the man who beat and raped you is better than no sex,” Ben says. His voice low and full of anger. I could take a hate fucking.
“I did.” I nod, not turning to look back at him.
He yanks me backward though. Gently. He has this way of manhandling me in the softest ways. Like he wants to strangle the life from my body, just to bring me back to life again.
Pushing me onto the bed, he straddles me, staring down at me his dark blue eyes light up. He wants me. I can tell that by his eyes and cock stiffening in his pants. For whatever reason he is trying to fight it, though.
“Are you that fucking horny?”
“Yes. Got a taste of your cock and haven’t been able to think of much else since.” I smirk up at him.
