Breaking All the Rules

by Abi Walters

  Victor wasn’t hidden behind a blinder. In the Bentley he was exposed, just a few feet away. His eyes never wavered from the street, but it was always unsettling for Mia to be so intimate with Benson while the older gentleman was so close and visible.

  Benson didn’t seem to mind his driver’s presence. One hand held her body close; the other snaked up her dress and searched for the hem of her underwear. She bit her bottom lip to suppress a moan. When he touched her clit, she shivered.

  “We’ll be at my apartment in two minutes,” She murmured breathlessly against his neck.

  “I don’t care. I missed you today,” His voice was rough and delightfully sexy. “You can come once before we get there.”

  His fingers moved expertly against her and she quivered. He was on a mission to make her orgasm, and she wasn’t going to deny either of them that pleasure. He held onto him tight, her nails digging into his neck so deeply she was sure she’d break skin. If she did, he didn’t seem to mind. The combination of his hot breath near her ear, his rigid erection beneath her and his fingers rubbing her with precision was enough to make Mia cry out as she shook through an orgasm.

  Seconds later they came to a stop in front of her apartment. They eagerly climbed out, holding hands as the elevator rose to her floor. Once inside her apartment, Benson pinned her against the door and pressed his hard body into hers.

  “There are too many buttons on this damn thing,” Benson grumbled as his hands moved to her chest.

  She giggled, “Here. I’ve got it.”

  Mia took over and quickly undid the top portion of her dress and then wiggled the garment over her head. Benson aided her with that part, eagerly unwrapping her as if she were a gift. He stepped back and looked at her with desire. His hooded gaze made Mia shake with anticipation. She reached back and unhooked her bra and then stepped out of her panties. She stood in front of him wearing nothing but her designer pumps.

  Benson’s nostrils flared as he drank her in. Unable to wait any longer, he swept her up and carried her to the bed while she let out an excited giggle. He set her down with a plop. While he stripped, she leaned on her side and propped herself up with one arm. She used the other to sensually draw a line up and down her side.

  “You’re going to get yourself in trouble,” Benson’s voice warned hoarsely as he removed the last piece of clothing.

  “I want trouble tonight,” She purred.

  Benson’s cock twitched. It took him but a few seconds to open her drawer and have her tied to the bed. He did her hands and her feet so she was laying spread eagle in the middle of the mattress. When he didn’t close the drawer, Mia’s heart raced with possibilities.

  She watched as he pulled out the ball gag, then shook his head, “I want to be able to hear you scream my name.”

  Next came the nipple clamps. Again, he shook his head and dropped them back, “I want to be able to suck on your nipples.”

  Benson continued the teasing with a few more toys before his eyes lit up. He pulled out the Hitachi wand and Mia moaned instantly. He looked at her with lust, “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes,” She nodded eagerly. “Please, Benson.”

  Her voice was drenched in sexual anticipation. He stroked his cock once, unable to resist the throbbing hardness. Mia’s breath hitched and her eyes were fixed on his hand. He stroked a few more times. She didn’t even look up at him. Her eyes followed his hand movements. When he stopped, she licked her lips. He plugged the toy in beside the bed and climbed into the bed with it. He positioned himself between her legs and flicked the switch on the toy, turning it to the first level of vibration.

  Even on the so-called low level, the wand was extremely powerful. The buzz was loud, but as soon as Benson pressed the toy against her clit, the noise was canceled out by Mia’s wild yell. It startled Benson. He’d never used one of the toys on or with a woman before, though he’d seen them before. He held it in place and watched Mia with his mouth open. He used one hand to steady the toy and the other to stroke himself as he watched her.

  She thrashed against the restraints as she was overcome with pleasure. Her body seized with orgasm after orgasm as she succumbed to the intense vibrations. She begged for him to move the head around a little and he complied. His eyes widened as she lifted off the bed and squirted a mass of clear liquid out of her body. Her moans and screams were constant now, though she never asked him to stop. They were accompanied by the utterly erotic sound of the toy vibrating against the wetness of her pussy.

  He didn’t stop himself from coming. He let himself spray onto Mia’s stomach. Upon feeling the warmth, her eyes opened and she looked at the mess on her stomach then up at Benson. He met her eyes. They were drunk with lust.

  “Let me taste,” She cried out, arching her back.

  He turned the toy off and her body shook as it calmed itself. She didn’t protest the removal of the machine from her clit as he thought she would. Instead she swallowed hard and let out a constant stream of rugged breaths. Benson swirled two fingers in his own cum on her stomach then inched forward to press them in her eager mouth.

  The feeling of her warm tongue as it lapped up his seed was nearly enough to send him overboard again. His fingers lingered against her lips as he stared at her. His eyes were full of adoration and lust.

  “I don’t know how you’re real,” He whispered, afraid of his own voice.

  She didn’t say anything back. His voice was too raw. She couldn’t process anything at the moment, let alone his unwavering feelings towards her. Benson dipped his head and flicked his lips over her neglected nipples. She arched into the licks and let out a sensitive cry. As good as she looked tied down; he wanted to feel her fuck-me-pumps digging into his back. He wanted to feel her hands claw down him as she searched for something to hold on to. In a hurry, he set the toy on the nightstand and reached down and undid her restraints.

  Free from the restraints, Benson slid between her legs. The pool of her juices had sunk deep into the mattress. The dampness heightened his arousal. He hooked her legs under his arm and slid into her in one solid motion. Her sex was swollen and sensitive from the toy. Finally deep inside her, Benson let out a strangled cry. He sunk into her over and over again, his hands moving from massaging her tender breasts to trailing her long legs as they bounced above his head. Mia had tears pouring from her eyes as her hyper-sensitive body was riddle with pleasure.

  Releasing her legs, Benson bent down over her. He grabbed onto her shoulders and used the leverage to help slam her body into his as he thrust. His extensive moans heightened Mia’s pleasure. She dug into his back and he arched into the pain. It fueled his frenzy and with a final grunt he came inside her, almost violently, as he shook.

  They lingered in their position for a few heavy seconds. Once he was sure he wasn’t going to have a heart attack, Benson lifted his head and placed a kiss on Mia’s damp forehead. Her eyes were heavy and rimmed with leftover tears. She looked as if she were going to say something. When she didn’t, he climbed off of her and on shaky legs made his way to the bathroom.

  I love you. Mia had almost said it. She watched as Benson disappeared into the bathroom and frowned. She couldn’t love him. It had taken her nearly four months to say those words to Grant, and even then she wasn’t sure if they were true. After two weeks there was no way she loved Benson. He came back with a wet towel and began to clean her up, as he often did. You love the sex, not the man. Mia told herself that a dozen times while he tenderly cleaned her body. She couldn’t convince herself.

  When he went back into the bathroom, she stood, catching her balance on the bedpost. She gathered the restraints and the toy that had made their way out of the drawer. Benson came strolling back out of the bathroom wearing his boxers as she was tucking the items back in the bedside drawer.

  “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice teasing slightly, as he wrapped his arms around her. “You were crying there at the end.”

  “Never been better,” Mia clo
sed her eyes and sank into the embrace.

  He kissed the top of her head, “Your bed is soaked. There’s no way we can sleep in it tonight. I’d offer to take the wet side, but the entire thing is a mess.”

  Her heart leapt out of her throat, “We?”

  Benson tilted her back, “Yes, we. You’ve spoiled me. If I don’t wake up with you I’ll have a bad day.”

  Full of emotions that she couldn’t quite understand, Mia began to cry. Benson raised an eyebrow, though his face was concerned. Before he could ask what was wrong she shook her head.

  “I’m sorry,” She laughed a little. “That was just really sweet and my hormones are all messed up from having a hundred orgasms.”

  “I’ll give you a hundred more if that’s what it’ll take to get you to stay with me this week.”

  Mia didn’t hold back her surprise. She stuttered, “The whole week?”

  He leaned in and whispered, “I thought if I asked you to move in with me you’d get spooked. I think a week is fair.”

  “You can’t be serious?” She exclaimed, taking a step back. “You go from being utterly confused about your feelings towards me to wanting me to move in with you?”

  “Something like that. Mia, you know I see what I want and I take it. I don’t care about anything else other than wanting you with me every morning and every evening. Give me a week.”

  She looked up at the ceiling and spoke, “Okay, aliens who took over Benson’s body. This is hilarious, but please bring back the normal guy I l-like.”

  Mia stumbled over her words. She had nearly said love. Benson noticed the stumble but didn’t seem to catch on. That or he chose to ignore it.

  “I don’t believe in aliens,” He stated smugly, crossing his arms in front of him.

  “You’re afraid of commitment but are asking me to move in with you. I just think it’s a little absurd, Benson.”

  “I really didn’t think it would be a big deal. I’m tired. Come on, Mia. You can come back here tomorrow if it’s such an issue with you. I just don’t want to sleep on a wet bed.”

  She closed her eyes. She had made him angry. No, he was pissed. She could hear him gathering his clothes and pulling them on. She finally opened her eyes and found him staring at her as he buttoned his pants. She finally nodded in agreement and put on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. She grabbed a piece of luggage from under her bed and gently folded a few days’ worth of clothing into it. Benson watched with a smug expression.

  As soon as Mia grabbed her purse, her eyes lit up.

  “I almost forgot!” She exclaimed, digging through the bag. Benson looked at her with curiosity. “I bought you something today.”

  “Don’t waste your money on me, Mia,” Benson frowned.

  “I can spend my money how I want,” She rolled her eyes and presented him with the tiny box, suddenly nervous about his reaction.

  He quirked his head to the side and then opened the box. His eyes looked from the lion cufflinks to Mia’s face and then back to the jewelry. His lips pressed together and he let out a quiet, “Oh.”

  “You don’t like them,” Mia sighed. She looked at a spot on the floor. “I’m sorry. They just reminded me of you.”

  “They’re amazing, Mia. Thank you.”

  She looked up and caught his grin. He held them tightly and leaned forward to kiss her. He rested his forehead on hers for a long moment. With his eyes gazing into hers, Mia felt a wave of uncertainty sweep over her. She felt vulnerable and unhinged. When she tried looking away, Benson guided her back to him and kissed her again. His lips were gentle and chaste. He thanked her again and it was genuine.

  She had loved spending the weekend with him. But as they climbed into the back of the Bentley and drove to the penthouse, Mia’s stomach churned. She knew Benson would get bored with her. He’d grow tired of her presence and want her gone. And when he did, she wasn’t sure she’d survive.

  Chapter Ten

  It was nice waking up to Benson. They got ready much the way they did the morning before, though they opted for slow morning sex instead of a slippery pass in the shower. They still showered together. It was more of a comfort than anything sensual. When Mia emerged into the main area of the penthouse, she found Benson making coffee in the kitchen. He had two travel mugs and passed her one with a smile.

  He was wearing the cufflinks she had given to him the night before. They looked good with his suit, and paired with his crimson tie, he radiated power. She sipped on the coffee while he quickly made them bagels to go, and then they headed down to see Victor.

  They talked about a story that had ran on the news that morning about a train that had derailed upstate, and when they pulled in front of Monarch Records, Benson placed a hand over hers.

  “Hold on a second,” He set down his coffee and lifted to reach his pocket. He pulled out a black electronic square and handed it to her. “For the elevator and penthouse.”

  She held back anything negative she had to say and forced a smile, “Thank you, Benson.”

  He kissed her, “I’ve got a late meeting tonight. I won’t be home until after seven.”

  “Oh… okay,” Her smile wavered, but she looked away before he caught it. She thought briefly about asking him if he was busy for lunch, but tossed the thought aside, not wanting to seem too clingy. “I’ll be fine. See you tonight, Benson.”

  “Precious,” He warned, his voice low. “Look at me.”

  She obliged and looked at him with a smile, “What?”

  He studied her for a moment before releasing her, “Nothing. Have a good day.”

  He didn’t help her out of the car. She clutched her travel mug and strode into the building, lingering by the large glass doors as the vehicle drove away. She let out a sigh, hoping it would release the tension that was coiled tightly inside her. It didn’t.

  Mia was surprised to see Tyler waiting for her by her office. She was even more surprised when she saw how he looked. His eyes were dark and he had a beard that indicated he hadn’t shaved in days. His clothes were rumpled, no doubt having been worn at least for a day. He looked exhausted both mentally and physically. She ushered him inside her room and closed the blinds. She extended her travel mug, now half full of black coffee, but he shook his head.

  “You look terrible, Tyler. Have you slept?”

  “Barely,” He muttered.

  “I tried getting ahold of you at least a dozen times. You can’t just fall off the face of the planet like that. I was worried.”

  “I’m sure you were.”

  She shot him an angry look through slatted eyes, “What’s your problem?”

  He laughed tersely, “Other than the fact that one of my best friends nearly died and is now going to prison? Or that his band- the one I manage- is in shambles?”

  “You can’t take it out on me, Tyler. I didn’t cause this. I warned you guys about getting caught up in the scene.”

  “Monarch wants us to stay,” He said abruptly.

  Mia smiled, “Great! That’s really rare, Tyler. He really likes your guys’ sound. Anybody else he would’ve sent packing.”

  “I don’t know if we’re going to, though,” He whispered.

  “Excuse me?” Mia’s eyebrows bunched together. “Have you lost your mind?”

  “We can’t have the band without Max. He was talking about bringing in a professional just to finish up the album. He even said we can find our own replacement- granted it’s within his timeframe and he approves. It’s just… they made the band together. Max is our friend. How are they supposed to play their music with someone else?”

  “Easily. They just play. You’re really going to throw away their future… your future… because of this? You do realize nobody else will sign you if this contract is broken. You’ll go back to Indiana and have to work in factories for the rest of your lives. Isn’t that what you told me? You have to at least try to make it big so you don’t have to live your life on an assembly line wondering what could have ha
ppened?”

  “Fuck, Mia,” Tyler’s sob startled her.

  He kept his face buried in his hands. She processed the scene for a moment, unsure of what to do, before abruptly standing and going to his side. She bent over him and hugged him awkwardly. The closeness made her uncomfortable, but she didn’t know how else to comfort her friend.

  “You’re a good manager, Tyler, and Burnside is a good band. Don’t throw it all away.”

  “It’s easy to say for you because you’re not in my shoes,” He hiccupped.

  “If I were in your shoes, I would have slapped some sense into Max weeks ago.”

  He shifted and looked at her with puffy eyes and a scowl, “That’s not helping.”

  “And I’m not a therapist,” She cocked an eyebrow.

  “Max will never forgive us.”

  “I don’t know if you heard, Tyler, but Max is going to be in prison for a very long time.”

  His breath hitched, “Yeah, I know.”

  “I can’t tell you what to do, Tyler. I know you want me to, but I can’t. You and the guys need to figure it out, soon, though. Monarch won’t let this deal rest for very long, and I’m sorting through the mess for the gig on Saturday at The Dark Room. Does that ring a bell? Playing before Charlotte’s Drive? Don’t pass this up because you will regret it.”

  In the silence that followed, Mia became acutely aware of how close they were. Before she could unwrap her arms from around him or move her face, Tyler tilted his head and kissed her. His lips were warm and salty from tears. When his tongue grazed her bottom lip, she tore herself away, nearly stumbling into the file cabinet near the door. She touched her lips. There was no spark or fire like when Benson kissed her. There was nothing at all.

  Nothing but a very upset looking Tyler sitting in the chair.

  “Why did you do that?” Mia breathed, her hand still on her lips.

  “I have wanted to kiss you for months. It seemed like a good opportunity,” He grumbled as he rose from the chair. He crossed over to her and she took a step back further into the cabinet.