For Your Sake (32 page)

“Hey, darlin’.”

She jumped, hand to chest to where she felt her beating heart.  Ben was sitting in what was now his favorite chair, the first place they fucked, which remained repositioned in front of the fireplace.  He was fully dressed down to his work shirt, cut and riding gloves.  “Jesus, you scared me.  Where’s your bike?”

“Back patio.  Not much street parking and didn’t want to take up your driveway.  Like it better back there anyway.”

Her heart calmed at the unexpected sight of him.  “Thought you were going to be late.”

He stood up and went over to her.  “Finished up early and headed over.”  He then bent down to kiss her.  Her lips tingled under the brush of his beard.  He straightened up, rubbing her cheek with a leather, covered knuckle.  “Still stressed?”

“No, I’m fine.  You just….startled me.  All that noise from the plaza’s still in my head.  I’m going up change.  You hungry?”

“Famished.”

Pulling away, she tugged at his cut.  “Take this and your work shirt off – get comfy.” She started up the stairs.  “Be right down.”

Heading to the bathroom, she quickly washed up then headed to her room.  Unbuttoning the front of her dress, she pushed the half open door, only to get startled again.  “Ben.” Still fully dressed, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, legs stretched out long, booted feet crossed at the ankles. “What?”

“How was your day, Eva?”

Okay, he was acting…..weird, so much so that she clutched the opening of her dress where it was unbuttoned, even though this man had seen every stark, naked inch of her.  “I’ll tell you over dinner.”  She ignored his strange behavior and went to open her drawers, hoping he’d get the hint.  Having him know what she looked like without a stitch didn’t mean she wanted to get changed with an audience.  But he didn’t budge.  “Ben?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”  His tone was cool.

“I want to get changed.”

“Ain’t stopping you.”

“Can I have some privacy, please?”

He sat forward. “Why?  Got something to hide from me?”

“That’s not the point.  I’ve been surrounded by madness and people all day. I just need a moment.”  Why the heck did she have to spell this out to him?

“Yeah, I bet. 
People.
  Lots of people. 

She was tired of the game, or whatever the hell this was.  “Ben, what……”

“Who was he, Eva?”

He cut her off, that cool tone even more chill.   Now she knew the reason for this behavior – and the obvious culprit behind it.  “Let me guess – Taz?”

“Told you he had a big mouth.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Then make me think differently.”

She wanted to be pissed off by his actions, by the insinuations which simmered the edge of his words.  And he didn’t come across as the type of guy who’d jump to conclusions without facts – which is what he was going to get. “Fine,” she leaned one hand on her open drawer, the other on her hip.  “It was my ex - William.  Came to tell me he was getting married.”

“And you kissed him for luck?”

“
He
kissed
me
on the cheek –
goodbye
.  If Taz is going to gossip, he needs to get his story straight.”

“I don’t care if he kissed the hood of your car, Eva.  That happened, in the plaza where half the club was working – and saw.”

Now
she was getting pissed.  “Then they
saw
that nothing happened.  He showed up, probably to show me he moved on, I congratulated him, told him I was happy for him, walked him out, he kissed me goodbye – for good – and left.”

He still sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her, his face poker straight.  She couldn’t tell what he was thinking or how he’d react.  “Two questions, Eva?”

“Go ahead?”

“Would you have told me on your own?”

“Maybe.”

His brow went up.  “Maybe?”

“If the subject of him came up, I would’ve done a,
‘oh, speaking of my ex, you know, the one I broke up with, he came by back when to tell me he was getting married’
.  I have nothing to hide - just didn’t consider it such big news to run and tell you about.”

He thought on that, looking somewhat satisfied though his eyes were outlining the position of her body, especially where her hip thrust out.  “Fine.  Give you that.  Question two.”

“Go ahead.”

“How do you feel about it?”

Wasn’t he listening?  “I…..don’t.  Ben, I broke up with him.  I wasn’t in love with him and didn’t think I ever could be.”

“No, Eva.  You pushed him away before you could even find out.  That’s what you told me you do.  Push people away who get too close.”

“And you told me you avoid attachment. Yet, here we are. How are we so different?”

“I wasn’t kissing an ex-girlfriend in front of the entire town.”

She huffed -  hard.  “It wasn’t like that and you know it.  You yourself said Taz is a big gossip.  You going to believe him over me?”

“You mean,” he folded his arms, “believe a brother who’d take a bullet for me over a woman I’ve known for six weeks?”

If he punched her in the gut it would’ve been kinder.  She backed away towards the door.  “You son of a bitch.”

“Been called worse, darlin’.  Now answer my question.  How do you feel about your ex getting married?  About him getting over you breaking his heart and finding someone who wouldn’t push him away?”

“I don’t care.”
  She didn’t mean to shout that, but she thought it would convince herself.
“I’m over him.  There’s nothing.  Absolutely nothing!”

He didn’t seem fazed by her outburst.  As a matter of fact, he was the picture of calm which incensed her even more.  “I don’t believe it, Eva.”

She was done fighting him.  This was crazy.  “I don’t know what to tell you, Ben.”

“I do.”  He got up and went to her drawer.  “Convince me you’re over him.”

She had no idea what he had in mind, but at this point, she just wanted a peaceful evening.  “How?”

Reaching into her drawer, he pulled out the red thong.  “Take your panties off.”

She paused a beat to digest his ludicrous request.  “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Eva.  Reach up under your dress and take your panties off.”

She wanted to tell him and his absurd request to go to hell.  But there was a glint in those amber eyes of his which caused a chill up her spine.  He was serious.  Dead serious.  Slowly, she fisted the skirt of her dress up.  “Ben, what’re you doing?”

“It’s what you’re doing, Eva.  Making me believe you.”

Her fingers hooked under the leg of her panties to where she pulled them down enough under her dress that they slid down to the tops of her boots.  She lifted one foot then another to remove them.  He then handed over the red thong.  “Put it on.”

“Ben……”

“No questions, Eva.  Do it.”

His voice wasn’t demanding, but rather calm…..soothing.  Dangerous.  She had no idea what he was up to, but that placid exterior unnerved her.  She took the thong and put it on, careful not to let the heel of her boots snag the delicate fabric.  The skirt of her dress kept her covered the entire time, but Ben wasn’t looking anywhere except into her eyes the entire time.  “Fine.  They’re on.”

He went to her, gloved hands as soft as butter framed her face as he took her mouth, devouring the very taste of her.  She forgot about what just transpired as everything about his presence consumed her at that moment.  His scent, the rush of breath exhaled from his nostrils, the soft flannel of his work shirt, warm denim through the thin material of her dress, the pure, raw smell of sex and lust which seemed to ooze out of his pores. 

Her hands slid up to his head, fingers grazing the prickly, shaved area over his ears until they reached the nub of a ponytail at the back of his head.  She wanted to pull the elastic out and run her fingers through that dark-blonde mass.  But instead, she pulled on it – hard, the ecstasy of the moment coursing through her like a rushing wind.

Gripping her shoulders, he pushed her away.  “That how you want it, Eva? A little rough?”  He didn’t give her time to answer, instead sharply spun her around and shoved her up against the wall.  Eva’s hands came up to clutch the wall, her cheek pressed flat against the painted plaster.  She should be scared.  She should scream and hope Mrs. Bachman was within earshot and call the police.  But none of that went through her mind except the realization that she was sickly turned on.

Keeping her upper body forward, he kicked her legs back, spreading them slightly before he yanked her dress up.  “Fuck, your ass looks good in this.”  She felt leather-covered fingers trailed up back of her thighs up to where it met her ass.  He grabbed her exposed flesh barely covered by the strip of material.  “I bet William thought so too, huh?  Ain’t that why he bought these?  Hmm, darlin’?”  The palm of his hand wildly caressed her ass as he taunted her, the entire scenario driving her so insane with desire she actually felt the wetness seep out of her.  “Answer me, Eva.  Did you wear these for him?”

Her voice caught in her throat, the haze of lust constricting her ability to speak.  All she could do was nod and choke out.  “Once.”

“Yeah?”  Still, he continued to run his hand over her ass, kneading, tickling, teasing. The feel of his gloved fingers against her bare bottom was too much to bear.  “You leave them on when he fucked you?”

“Ben.”  She found her voice.  All her senses were shut down save for touch.  And smell.  She could smell the pheromones surrounding them.  “Why’re you doing this…….?”The flat of his hand smacked her bare ass.   “Ben!  What the…..?”

Another slap on the same cheek, followed by one on the other.  “Answer the question, Eva.”  He then gave the light sting between her legs.  “Did you leave them on when he fucked you?”

Eva was panting, beyond aroused to barely comprehend the fact that Ben was spanking her.  And she was…..liking it.  Holy fucking shit she was getting even wetter.  She wanted to answer him, knew better than to not to, but if it meant feeling his gloved hand across her ass, to feel that exquisite sensation of pleasurable pain, to have him spank her in between, sending the vibration right to her clit she’d hold off.  “I’m not…..” she caught her breath, “I’m not telling you that.”

Smack!  Another, in the same tantalizing spot, causing her to wriggle and squirm, jutting her ass out farther, begging for more.  “You hot little bitch,” he hissed.  “You’re getting off on this aren’t you?  You like that?  You want more?”

“
Ben!”
  It was a scream which echoed around her room.

“
Fuck, Eva!”
 

Again and again, he spanked her.  Not to hurt, but to sting.  To tantalize.  To turn her into a shameless mess.  With each contact of his hand, she bucked like a wild animal, offering more of herself without any thought of humiliation.  All Eva knew was that she was close to coming from being spanked
.  “Ben!  Ben!  Ben!!  OH MY GOD, BEN!!”

She came like a tidal wave, feeling liquid release practically pour out of her, her arms tight and throbbing from bracing the wall.  She barely came down from the sensation when Ben pressed the side of his head against hers, yanking a glove off with his teeth.  His bare fingers went between her legs, inspecting the wisp of material which barely covered her.  “You fucking soaked right through, darlin’.”  Those fingers pulled the material aside before he plunged two deep inside her drenched, tight pussy.  In and out he fucked her with his hand as Eva’s legs barely held her up after that bone-shattering orgasm.  “Did you, Eva?” he seethed into her ear.  “Did you fuck him with these on?”

“Yes!”  She gasped it out, not knowing what the consequences would be.  Not even caring at this point.  “Only once.”

And then she felt his fingers slip out, pull the material hugging her hips and ripping it in half, separating it into two pieces.  He took the waistband grazing her lower back and slowly peeled it down, feeling the cool air of the room on her pussy as he fully exposed her.  But only for a second as his hand covered her, rubbing her slippery, pink folds.  “Then I ain’t.”  It was as much of a warning as it was a statement. Then she found herself being straightened up, flattened against the wall as he slid down behind her until his cock met the space between her legs. Kicking them apart, he pulled up, sinking himself deep inside. He was hard, deep and deliciously bare, thanks to a recent doctor’s appointment to re-start the pill.

Eva thought she’d die from the mind-spinning sensation.
“Ben!  Jesus Christ, Ben!”

Keeping her flat against the wall, he controlled the pace by moving up and down.  The feel of his fully clothed body, the denim, the soft leather, the cool snaps sent a whirlwind of sensations through her.  “You got any idea how fucking good you feel, Eva?”

No – all she felt was him, filling her, digging deep to her very core, making whatever happened prior to walking into this room null and void.  He wanted to exorcise the memory of her ex which was only alive in the form of that red thong.  Punishing her ass while she wore it then violently ripping it off before fucking her was his testosterone-filled way of doing that.