Oh, shit.
His cock was still half-hard, even after coming so recently. This was her first opportunity to see his body naked since they were younger, and she loved what she saw. Whereas when he was in college, his frame had been slight despite his tall stature, Ben today had the impressive, athletic body of a runner. His muscles were well defined but not bulky, his shoulders broad and his hips narrow. His chest and arm hair were dark, but not overly thick, and the only hair on his lower torso was a sexy trail leading from his waist to his trimmed pubic hair. Sexy, masculine, and much too far away for Margaret’s taste.
“Fuck me, Ben. Please!”
“In due time, Doctor.”
Margaret knew he’d hear her, but couldn’t keep herself from mumbling ‘fucker’ into the bedding.
Ben landed the paper baton hard over her back.
“As if I needed an excuse to beat you.”
With that, he began to use the rolled section of book hard against her ass and thighs. Sometimes the swings made contact with the brush, knocking it side to side. Each contact of the paper sounded out with a loud thud. These weren’t stinging spanks, but instead each strike delivered pain deep down, below the superficial layers of skin and into the muscle and fat underneath. The pain was horrible, and tears beaded in her eyes - he went on and on without stopping, and she knew her ass would be marked with dark bruises by morning. But as she’d learned so long ago, Margaret let the pain in, absorbed it to its fullest until her mind was screaming her safe word while her mouth remained sealed shut.
Letting the pain in was almost like opening the gate to her pleasure - the most intense and pure pleasure she’d ever felt, and soon her body was humming with sensations that made her pussy leak, her nipples harden, and her mind expand. She felt joy, ecstasy, and total peace in these moments as endorphins flooded her body. Her moans of pleasure escaped untethered - her essence filled the room.
It barely registered that the spanking had stopped before she felt him pull her off the bed. She landed on the floor with a thud, the brush shooting out of her ass.
He’d been pulling her somewhere, but stopped immediately.
“Pick it up and clean it.”
Margaret looked at him with wide eyes. Embarrassment flushed her body when she recognized what he was asking of her.
“Ben, I…”
He interrupted her words as he glared at her.
“Are you safewording, Doctor?”
“NO! I’m not fucking safewording, Doctor!”
She could see that Ben was loving goading her on… pushing her buttons to see when she’d break.
Margaret twisted around, picking up the brush with its sticky handle in one of her bound hands. Bringing the defiled object up to her face, she could smell the mint of the toothpaste, but also the unmistakably musky smell of her own ass.
No no no no…
But despite her inner protest, Margaret’s fully extended tongue began to lick the handle in broad strokes. If he wanted a show - she was going to give him a fucking show.
“You’re only giving me more ideas, dirty girl.”
When he was satisfied she’d cleaned it enough, Ben forced the handle, crosswise, into her mouth then made her crawl to the toilet.
Forcing her over the front of it, so her arms rested on the porcelain seat and head lolled over the top, Ben teased, “If you were at my house, where I knew what was in the fucking water, I’d make you clean that dirty, ass-licking mouth out, but… since I don’t know what chemicals may be lurking in there, I’ll just give you a taste of what could be. Don’t you even think of letting go of that brush, cunt if you want to be able to sit in any of your lectures this weekend.
Ben walked out of the bathroom, leaving her kneeling over the toilet, the ends of her hair getting damp in the water. Her shoulders and back stung, her ass burned, and her muscles were aching and twitching from exertion. Her knees throbbed against the tile floor - but, she didn’t dare move. She needed more.
Aaah… I don’t know how much more. Everything hurts. Oh please, let me come.
She looked down and could see her silhouette in the water below, gasping at the depravity.
“Ass up, Doctor. Stand, but keep your upper body where it is. Rising so her feet were flat against the floor, the awkward position exposed her cunt and ass to him while keeping her head still inside the toilet bowl. She heard him open a condom packet and roll it on just before his shaft impaled her swollen cunt, stretching the walls as he thrust himself balls deep inside of her. Margaret almost collapsed from the pleasure that pulsed through her if not for Ben’s arm encircling her waist and holding her fast against him. Reaching with that arm, she felt two fingers find and press hard on her swollen clitoris, pushing it firmly against the pubic bone it rested on then rubbing it back and forth.
Ben fucked her cunt without mercy, his hips slapping against her already bruised ass and thighs. As every inch of his length rubbed and stretched her inner walls and his fingers continued their brutal dance over her clit, Margaret felt her long denied climax peaking rapidly.
“Yes! Fuck! Yes!” She screamed as the brush crashed into the toilet and her body exploded in cycling waves, one after the other, her wails echoing from within the porcelain bowl. Ben pinched her clit painfully just as she was coming down, leaned over her back and jackhammered his cock into her until he shot his cum in violent blasts into the condom. He collapsed against her back and just lay there for a few moments - the weight of him soothed the tremors that had yet to quiet down, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand.
Ben stood her up and studied her face - as if looking for something in her eyes. He stared at them for a while, until a smile formed in one corner of his mouth, as if he was satisfied by what he saw. He leaned her against the bathroom wall as he disposed of the condom and retrieved the brush from the basin of the toilet.
He showed her the dripping hairbrush - toothpaste still caked towards the base of the handle.
“You dropped this.”
Margaret’s body was shot - her muscles and core ached from deep inside. She couldn’t handle his punishment tonight - she’d have to use her safeword. Tears welled in her eyes.
“Ben, I just ca…”
He cut her off.
“Tomorrow.”
She nodded, licking her dry lips.
Ben tossed her a travel size mouthwash and the tears that had yet to spill crashed forward. She just couldn’t keep them back. He pressed her body between his own and the wall, holding her tight until they stopped.
She felt him use two fingers to brush the hair out of her eyes, then caress her cheek, followed by her lips. The sweetness almost broke her.
His deep voice whispered in her ear, “It was better than I remembered, and those memories have carried me through the years.”
Margaret remained quiet, letting the words fill her but not quite knowing what to say in return. From their conversation on the plane, she knew his relationship back home was still unresolved. Perhaps he’d just needed a break from it, hoping a few fucks with someone else would help him decide what and who he really wanted. Margaret also knew that long ago she’d made a pact with herself to keep her work and private life separate with no exceptions. It didn’t bode well if she let her emotions get too deep this weekend, but she also rationalized that the two of them were adults who could have a fun fling for the weekend, then go back to their normal day to day without any need for drama or hurt feelings.
As if sensing her internal dialogue, Ben lightened the mood.
“Food?”
Margaret knew it was time to pull herself together and shelve any thoughts about what tonight could mean for the two of them.
“Oh hell, yes. Please!”
Neither had eaten since arriving so many hours ago in Boston. Room service menus were procured, and the two ordered enough for four, eating most of it in one sitting. They’d showered separately while waiting for the food - Margaret covering herself in on
e of the hotel robes.
Somehow, the easy vibe from the airplane had returned, and they went over the conference schedule, finding out there were more than a few meetings they both planned to attend. Margaret tried not to get too excited about the time they’d be spending together.
You’re acting like you have a high school crush. Knock it off.
Unable to contain her yawns, she walked over to the bureau where her wrap dress still remained in a rumpled pile. Collecting it, she removed the robe and slipped one arm through a sleeve. Dressed in his jeans and nothing else, Ben strode towards her, catching her other arm before she could clothe it too.
“Stay the night, Margaret.”
She looked in his eyes - he appeared disappointed - but she felt resolved that it was for the best to set clear boundaries for the weekend. No reason for sentiment to get involved.
“I… No, Ben. I want to go sleep in my own bed. I’m tired. I just want to settle in and get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow.”
As she said the words, she knew it would be a while before she could sleep, her thoughts from the night still a jumble.
He considered her, looking upset with her decision, but eventually took a step back, allowing her to dress herself. Ben watched on as she found the sash on the bed. Luckily only slightly moist from her mouth, she unwound it and tied her dress together. Collecting her bra and stockings, she stuffed them into her purse.
They didn’t have the same lectures for their first morning there, but made plans to meet for lunch.
At one o’clock in the morning, they didn’t have to worry much about prying eyes, but he still put on his shirt before walking her to the elevator. They waited in silence, and when the doors opened, Ben leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips.
Considering it had been her idea to leave, Margaret felt oddly disappointed.
Chapter Nine
Ben left his last lecture of the morning with both agitation and anticipation. He’d had trouble focusing - luckily he knew most of the information being presented anyway. He’d intended to use the time to make a few last minute revisions on his own presentations, but instead found his mind drifting to the previous day and evening with Margaret.
He’d seen it again last night, in the bathroom. Her body was ravaged, scarred and bruised… he’d fucked with her head and humiliated her, yet her eyes had shined with such clarity and bliss. It was as if fourteen years had never passed - and now that he’d seen it again, Ben would settle for nothing less. Regardless of what the future held for him and Margaret, he knew now with certainty that as soon as he saw Sarah again, it was time to say goodbye.
But what of him and Margaret? It had bothered him that she’d left at the end of the night.
Or were you bothered by how much you’d hoped she would stay?
With most of his previous hook-ups before Sarah, they’d followed the same arc - meet for coffee or drinks, back to a hotel room for sex and a little aftercare or cuddle, then separate for the night. While erotic and fun, they’d been light and lacking in emotion. He enjoyed taking care of them, but also enjoyed the simplicity of saying goodbye at the end of the night.
Ben couldn’t deny that there were emotions involved now - just what they were evaded him - although in that moment one seized him in a chokehold. Jealousy.
As he approached the atrium of the convention hall, he saw Margaret with another man in what looked like an intense discussion. He was repeatedly touching her - his hand on her shoulder… running down her arm. Margaret appeared unresponsive to his touch, but didn’t stop them either. When the man reached forward and brushed her hair behind her ears though, she flinched and took a few steps back.
Fuck this.
Ben strode over and stood beside her, receiving a sharp look from her companion.
“Margaret, sorry I’m late.”
A look of relief washed over her expression, and Ben knew he’d done the right thing in coming over.
“Ben! Good, you’re here.” She paused and looked between the two men. “Um, Ben, this is Jonathan…, a colleague from Austin.”
Ah. The ex.
“Jonathan, this is Ben…, a friend from Portland. He specializes in oncology.”
He knew it was silly, but Ben got a little thrill at being given the ‘friend’ status, while her ex got ‘colleague’. Jonathan, on the other hand, was clearly annoyed at being interrupted and gave Ben a dismissive ‘hello’ before turning his attention back to Margaret.
“When will I see you? Dinner tonight?”
Margaret looked at him pointedly.
“No, Jonathan. Ben and I have plans.”
Ben actually had plans to meet up with his friends for drinks after lectures were over, but enjoyed being a part of Margaret’s excuse. Anything to keep her away from this guy.
“Oh.” Jonathan replied. “Then lunch tomorrow.”
She looked frustrated that he wasn’t getting the message and tried one more attempt at discreetly letting him down.
“Listen, it was good to run into you but I’ve got a pretty packed schedule while here - but I hope you enjoy the conference. Say ‘hi’ to Anne back in Austin. Okay?”
It was obvious to Ben that if he weren’t standing there, Jonathan had more to say about her refusal, but instead her ex took a step back and regarded the two of them more closely. Deciding it was time take charge, Ben made a show of gently grasping Margaret’s upper arm and reminding her of their nonexistent lunch reservations.
“Oh, of course!” Margaret exclaimed. Then, looking at Jonathan she added, “Enjoy your time in Boston.”
Ben gave Jonathan a grim nod, before they turned away from him and walked towards the doors to exit the building.
“Nice guy,” Ben said, not hiding his sarcasm.
Margaret groaned.
“Why didn’t I realize I’d see him here? We used to go to this conference together every year.”
She’d been a little vague about her relationship with Jonathan when they’d spoken on the airplane. All he knew was that they’d been together for a little over eight years, and that it had ended badly.
They walked outside into a sunny but brisk day.
“He still has feelings for you.”
“Yes.”
“Has he contacted you in Portland?”
Margaret stopped walking and turned to him.
“He knows he can’t.”
Ben absorbed the meaning behind that statement before asking, “Can I ask what happened?”
“It’s too fucked up to go into right now. I promise to tell you another time.”
“I can live with that.”
The two picked up some sandwiches and ate in a nearby park. It was cold, but after a morning of artificial lights the sun felt good. After lunch, they went to the exhibition hall where drug and instrument representatives whored their wares and doctors ran around with bags scrambling for as many free samples that they could.
Margaret passed on the samples, but Ben was looking at the tables with interest, occasionally picking up what seemed to be random items. She was surprised when he began to examine a table with titanium rods used for fracture repairs. He didn’t do orthopedics and would have no use for them. Ben picked up one rod, around 5 millimeters in diameter, and began to run his hand up and down it. Looking at her directly, he swatted it over his palm.
He couldn’t be…
But the look in his eyes made his intentions clear, and her pussy wet.
A sales rep had asked if he’d like others, but Ben told him that one was all they needed, causing Margaret to blush.
The rest of the tour through the exhibition hall was a blur for her as Ben continued to collect items intended for her torture. At one booth, he tested a long Ballenger sponge forcep on his index finger, the portion above the clamp quick grew crimson in color. He was told he could only take one as a sample, and instructed Margaret to collect another so they would have a pair.
Lastly, towards the back of
the hall were a few booths devoted to post-operative physical therapy - one of which appeared to peak his interest. The table was covered with multiple Eastern remedies, including ointments and liniments, along with cupping sets. The woman behind the table explained how the cups, once secured on the body, increased circulation to whatever region they were used for. She then offered to demonstrate how to apply the cups, instructing Margaret to expose her inner forearm.
The woman used a clear balm to lubricate around the rim of a three centimeter cup and placed it over Margaret’s skin. Attaching a device that worked as a pump, she squeezed the handle twice. The sensation was incredible. Pressure intensified as air was sucked from the tube, causing Margaret’s flesh to expand upwards and redden. The rep spoke of being cautious not to create too much of a vacuum or larger blood vessels may rupture, which could lead to bruising.
Ben purchased a cupping set on the spot, along with a small jar of menthol ointment.
He then looked down on Margaret.
“Plans tonight?”
She had to laugh.
“Apparently I do.”
He told her he’d text when he was done, and they agreed to meet at his room. It felt oddly comfortable making their degenerate plans amongst the crowds of conference goers. They said their goodbyes, and Margaret once again felt disappointed to lose his company.
During her afternoon lectures she ran into another old friend from medical school who convinced her to go to an alumni get-together. Margaret initially declined, telling Carol that it would be too awkward if Jonathan were to show, but her friend convinced her that there was power in numbers and that there were other classmates that would love to see her. She resented the idea of missing out on a fun evening just to avoid him, so in the end agreed to go.
The event was fun, and while Jonathan was there, she’d been surprised that he didn’t approach her once - relieved that he must have gotten the picture that she didn’t want to speak to him. Around eight-thirty her phone chimed, and she stepped away from the table to read her text from Ben.
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