“And it was much better than I expected,” she smiled back at him as she retrieved her clothing and began to dress.
“Now we can catch some fish and relax.”
After getting dressed, the two returned to their fishing poles. For the next couple of hours, they simply spent time together. Chatting about, life in the city, discovering mutual friends and comparing interests.
Benson looked at Aspen with a new set of eyes. He wasn’t sure what it was, but something in him had shifted. He still felt that carnal desire to ravage her in ways she could only imagine. His dark desires flamed to life at just the scent of her flowery perfume. He craved to tie her up, paddle that tight, sexy little ass of hers, to claim her.
There was something else that was creeping in however, a deep desire to care for her, to protect her and make sure she was always safe and happy.
“You about ready to head back?” she questioned. “I think we have enough, anyway.”
“Sure enough, for what?” Benson found he was getting used to her surprises. If only she could bend to him in the bedroom, that would be enough.
“To cook, of course, I have a special batter we’ll cook them up in.” She picked up her fishing pole and began to pack up.
“How did you get to be such a country girl?” he asked bewildered. “It just doesn’t make sense.
She bent down at the edge of the pond and retrieved the stringer of fish.
“The money all came from my mother’s family. They have been rich since forever. My dad’s parents were another story. They weren’t impressed with the bright lights of the city like my dad. He got along well enough with them, and they wanted to make sure I grew up humble. That I didn’t end up some spoiled rich brat.” She loaded the fish on her ATV.
“They made sure I knew how to take care of myself. Grandpa taught me to hunt and fish while Grandma taught me to cook whatever I killed. It was with them that I learned how calming all of this could be. I don’t normally show anyone all of this, but…” She paused, as if she were choosing her words carefully.
“But with you I feel like I already know you. That I can, share this kind of thing with you.”
* * * *
She looked almost embarrassed that she had said anything.
“Hey…” Benson said, walking up to her. “You can.”
He backed her against the ATV and started to kiss her gently.
Breaking away, she said, “Let’s put a pin in that until after we’ve had something to eat. I’m starving.”
He backed toward his own ATV as she climbed on hers and fired it up. Once his was started, she headed back up the trail toward the house.
HE LOVES HER
For months, the dates continued that way. No run of the mill style dates for Benson and Aspen. They used each one to become even closer. Yet Benson never let on about his dark desires. The sex was still amazing and intense, but it wasn’t what he found he really wanted to do with her. He dreamed of being able to paddle her, watching that cute little ass turn bright red. Tie her up and use all of his various toys with her. He knew someday he would have to tell her but every time he tried, he panicked.
What if, she didn’t respond the way he wanted? What if it turned out to be too much for her and she ran? He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Didn’t want to. She was perfect for him in every way, there was no way he was going to let her go now.
Sitting in his office one day, eating his lunch and going over his to do list for the afternoon it hit him.
He loved her. Truly and deeply.
He had already told her this and she said she loved him. He couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else but her.
The obvious next step?
To ask her to marry him?
After all, wasn’t that what two people in love did?
He could leave the office around three, which gave him plenty of time to go to the jewelry store. He had no clue what he would pick or how he would propose, but there was only one-way to decide. First things first, getting a ring.
Later, he walked through the doors of the first jewelry store he could find. It was high end and perfect for at least looking.
He had no clue what to even look for, but he knew he would know the ring when he saw it. Obviously, it needed to be fairly large. An heiress couldn’t have some tiny little thing on her finger. Yet he knew she wasn’t worried about the cost but the thought behind it.
“Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?”
A thin, young blonde in a fitted black dress approached him. The store was very simple, but beautiful. The walls were all black, the only light seemed to be emanating from the display cases and the modernistic lights hanging from the vaulted ceiling.
“Yes, I’m wanting to look at your engagement rings?” Benson fidgeted with his tie, feeling out of his element. He liked having control and, in that moment, he felt as though he didn’t have it. He wasn’t sure what it was, as a lawyer, he was forever telling clients that they had to project confidence. To never show fear. Yet the thought of proposing to Aspen had him turned into a bundle of nerves. He wanted to do it right and have the right ring for her.
“Right this way, sir.” She led him across the polished floor to a long display case close to the wall.
“These are our engagement sets. We also have a computer over there where you can design your own ring, if nothing seems to suit.” She gestured to a computer at the far end. A man in a white button up shirt and black tie appeared behind the display case. His dark hair was gelled and styled, he was a thin young man that seemed eager to help.
“George here can show you whatever you wish to look at more closely.” She turned and strode confidently away.
“Is there anything specific you are looking for?” asked George.
“We have many different cuts and styles for almost any ladies preference.”
“I definitely need something a bit more high end,” Benson said, looking into the display case. The rings were very pretty, but not big enough.
“Not a problem. The further down the display case you go, the higher the price.”
They moved down the line as Benson browsed. He knew she would want something in a white gold or platinum. She wasn’t into gold. This narrowed it down some, but there were so many choices. Occasionally, Benson would ask to see a specific ring, but George would end up having to return it to the case. Nothing felt right when he held it in his hands. Before he knew it, they had reached the end and he still hadn’t found one he liked.
“If I may suggest, sir. I think designing your own may be the way to go here. It seems as though, whether you know it or not, that you have something very specific in mind. Why not give it a try? If you run into any problems, I would be happy to help.”
Benson approached the touch screen embedded in the wall. It was fairly intuitive and in moments he was on his way to building the perfect ring. Twenty minutes later, he had it ordered.
The time it took for the ring to come in was agony. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t wait to propose. Initially, after ordering the ring, he thought he would just hold onto it until the time was right. But the longer he had to wait, the more anxious and ready he felt. Every moment spent with Aspen made him feel alive. He felt as if he were changing and growing into a better person. She challenged him on every level. He knew that at some time he would have to share his dark desires with her. While their sex life was amazing, and she had already given him a certain amount of “control” in bed, he lusted after more. After seeing her writhing with pleasure with the small amounts they had played with, Benson couldn’t keep his deepest desires dormant for much longer. He hoped that maybe with the safety a marriage gave a couple, he could open up and share with her his darkest fantasies.
SHE’S MINE
Aspen began getting ready for her friend Madison’s wedding. Benson would be showing up in about an hour, so she needed to get started. She put on temporary clothes so that her stylist could do he
r hair and makeup.
“Good morning, Brooke,” she said, stepping into her large bathroom. The entire thing was done in light brown tilework that seemed to reflect the morning sun.
“Good morning, Aspen! Did you sleep well?” Brooke asked. She was a small girl with beautiful long brown hair and brown doe-like eyes. She was always dressed in some sort of flowing dress that made her look a bit like a gypsy.
“Not bad.” She smiled, thinking. After a marathon love making session at Bensons place last night, she had collapsed into bed, not moving until she woke the next morning.
“Are you excited for the wedding today?” Brooke asked as she and Aspen took their seats at the hair table she had set up in Aspen’s bathroom. Brooke had been doing Aspen’s hair and makeup for years and they had a system and routine down.
“I guess. I’m happy for her, sure, but all these weddings are getting to me,” Aspen mused.
“Oh?” said Brooke. “Why is that?”
“It just seems like more and more of my friends are announcing engagements or getting married. I mean, I am totally happy with the way things are with Benson but a part of me is a bit envious. They are starting their lives with someone they love. Soon, there will be babies and family vacations, all that stuff. I just can’t wait to experience that for myself someday,” she said wistfully. “I don’t want to rush things, though. I want Benson to ask when he is ready. I don’t want him to feel pressured.”
Brooke began working on Aspen’s hair.
“I can understand that. It’s the same with my friends. Everyone is creating their own little families. Part of me wonders what that’s like.”
“Exactly,” agreed Aspen.
* * * *
After meeting Aspen at her place, Benson could feel the weight of the little box in his pocket. Its square shape seemed to poke and prod at him, as though reminding him of its presence. During the ceremony, it felt as if it were a boulder in his inner breast pocket.
“That was a lovely wedding, wasn’t it?” Aspen smiled wistfully as she looked around the reception hall. It was decorated much like the church was for the ceremony. White roses and lilies were everywhere, bundled in corners and on tables. Strings of lights were the main illumination as well as battery operated candles at each table.
“Yes, although it seemed to be too much white for me,” he said offhandedly. He was preoccupied with the neckline of Aspens blue dress. When she would lean over to whisper in his ear, he swore he could almost see nipple. Leaning closer to her he whispered in her ear.
“If you lean over one more time to let me see down that sexy dress of yours, I may just have to have my way with you right here.”
Aspen’s eyes widened before she leaned over just a bit more.
“Is that so?” she smirked. She looked around the room, but since they were tucked in the back corner, no one was paying any attention to them. Benson watched as she did a few shimmies and shakes while watching the crowd. Everyone was busy watching the dance floor where an older couple were doing some sort of dance.
Benson felt Aspen grasp his hand under the table and then force something into it. “Those are for you,” she said.
Keeping it under the table, he unfolded what she had placed in the palm of his hand. It was a black g-string that felt damp. Wadding it up in his hand, he secretly lifted it to his face and inhaled deeply. The musky scent of her desire made him hard almost instantly.
“Come with me,” he growled as he tucked her panties into his pocket and grabbed her hand. He led her down a nearby hall, looking for somewhere they could have a little privacy. The first two doors he tried were locked, but the third turned easily. Carefully, he opened the door and found the light switch. It was a storage room that held rows of folding chairs and tables as well as a loveseat with a large blanket draped across the back. He pulled Aspen into the room and quickly locked the door behind them.
Pinning her to the door, he swiftly took her mouth with his. Her sexy display drove him wild with lust for her. No matter how often they had sex, he just couldn’t get enough of her. He pulled her dress up while he made love to her mouth. His hand dove between her legs, finding her hot and wet. His fingers eagerly explored her folds, spreading her slickness around. She moaned as he inserted two fingers into her and slowly moved them in and out of her. She was ready for him, but he had other things on his mind first.
Tossing his jacket and tie to the loveseat, he knelt down in front of Aspen, so that his face was directly in front of her sex. Leaning forward he kissed it sensually, slipping his tongue between her lips as if he were truly kissing her. Aspen pitched her head back in pleasure. She lifted one foot and propped it on a stack of tables. Her lips parted giving Benson a perfect view of her womanhood. With her legs spread wide, he was able to get underneath her giving him access to every square inch. He flattened his tongue a lapped up her juices, feeling them getting all over his nose, cheeks and chin. Her nectar was just like her, so sweet. He swirled his tongue around her clit, making it harden even more.
Turning his head, he started rubbing his nose at her entrance while his tongue continued to play with her nub. Benson, growing bold with lust, took advantage of his interesting position under Aspen. He drug his tongue from her clit, to her hole and on past to her puckered entrance. A sharp intake of breath told him that he surprised her, but the soft moan after proved she liked it. He did it again, and she began to breath even heavier. He returned his mouth to her mound while his fingers began to play with her hot entrance, every once in a while slipping back further before returning again. He was teasing her with it and she was loving it.
“I want you in me. Now,” she panted. Benson stopped pleasuring her with his mouth and stood. She dropped her leg but left her dress hiked up as she retrieved the blanket from the back of the love seat. She spread it out on the ground as he undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. By the time he had stepped out of them and pulled off his shirt, she was on her knees in front of him, her ass in the air. He couldn’t wait to plunge his cock into her tight little pussy.
Getting into position behind her, he slid his cock up and down her slit. He moaned, feeling her juices spreading all over his dick already. She moved back against him.
“Oh, please. Please, just stick it in,” she begged. “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to come in me.”
That’s all it took to get him to shove himself inside her. Slowly he forced the head of his cock into her opening and beyond. It took all the self-control he could muster to not just slam into her and begin to fuck her like the wild animal she was. He wanted her begging, pleading with him to pleasure her.
“Oh god, please,” she pleaded. He smiled, loving the control over her. “Please, Benson. I’m begging you.”
He leaned forward and grabbed the back of her neck. Rubbing it he kept his slow and agonizing pace before shoving hard and fast into her like she wanted. He crammed himself into her and she pushed back, eagerly trying to pull all of him inside her. He gripped her hips as she tried to set a fast pace, stopping her in her tracks. Slowly he began pulling out of her again.
“Now, now,“ he whispered. “I’m not ready for that yet. Are you being a naughty girl?”
“Yes,” she moaned in response.
He slowly pulled completely out of her before entering once more. She tried to make him move quicker, which only made him more determined to make it go slower. As he pushed back in she tried forcing herself back onto him, but his grip had her good. She wasn’t going to push him into going faster.
“If you don’t stop being a naughty girl, I may have to spank you,” he said, internally warring with himself. They hadn’t done this before but the open bar at the reception had them both more than a little relaxed. His mouth had gone against his wishes and said something he was only wanting to think. He didn’t want to scare her off, but she was driving him mad.
After pushing all the way in, he began pulling out, still struggling to stay with the slow p
ace. Once again, she tried to make him move faster.
“Do you want me to spank you?” he asked. Benson was in control, not her, yet her battling with him was keeping him rock hard.
He almost didn’t notice it at first, but when he did, his head began to swim.
She nodded. “Yes,” she said.
“Is that so?” he asked as all the blood rushed through his body. “You want me to spank you?”
She turned and looked at him, biting her lip. She spread her legs wider and pleaded, “Spank me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Benson gave her bottom a good smack. He wasn’t worried about anyone else hearing, they could still hear the pulsing thump of the music outside. She moaned and sighed, “Do it again.”
Unwittingly, he started moving his cock in and out of her much faster. He paused and then slapped his hand to her ass, a little harder this time.
“Yes,” she squealed. He began fucking her hard now.
The red imprint of his hand spurring him on. He could feel this sting in my palm urging him to do it again. He squeezed the mounds of her cheeks as he plowed into her, reveling in her hot sex. He squeezed and massaged her cheeks, giving them a reward for letting him smack them. Benson found his thumb wandering toward her behind. It was begging for him to play with it once more. He smacked her other cheek before pressing the flat of his thumb to the puckered opening. Her louder moans showed him she didn’t want me to stop. He moved his thumb down to where they were joined with each other, collecting some of her nectar. He swirled it around her tight little opening before forcing his thumb inside her bottom.
“Oh, fuck,” she said and began rubbing her clit. Her moans had grown, and he could feel himself coming close to his release. He forced his thumb in farther, up to the first knuckle. He felt as her pussy and ass clenched in unison. He could feel his own release ready to explode, so he shoved his thumb in up to the hilt and fucked her as hard as he could until exploding inside her. As he stopped his movement and removed his thumb, he could feel her flesh pulsing around his manhood.
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