by Scars
Fever swept over her. She canted her hips, and he moved with her. She rolled to the side, but he held her still, unrelenting.
She'd never known a man like Benjamin. A man who could decipher her needs even before she could vocalise them. A man who could take charge of a sexual encounter with precision without her directing him to suck her or hold her. Usually she was the one directing. It had been refreshing when she'd had her first encounter with him. He had seen her need instantly, the need to have a man take responsibility for her sexual pleasure. It was the only area she was willing to give up control.
His right hand travelled up her bodice and cupped a breast, squeezing through to her already puckered tip, zinging her body with electrical currents. The other hand cupped her round bottom. When his fingertip scraped her over-sensitised hole, the friction alone was enough to drive her over the edge.
Fuck! She mouthed in shock as the climax swept through her body making her shudder spasmodically.
"Soon," Ben said as he rose and gripped her nape with the hand that had been pinching her nipple, tipping her up.
His eyes shone with a roguish glint, and she realised she'd said the F word aloud. There was no time to be mortified at her crudity as he then covered her lips with his glistening ones. She tasted her musky essence in his intense kiss. Twisting against him, frenzied cries bubbled in her throat as another orgasm ricocheted around her body.
Gosh, she wanted him. How she wanted him, between her legs, pinning her down, his body a piston, ramming into her, fast and hard until this mighty ache abated.
He withdrew from her and walked away. Still shaken, she tried to catch her breath and didn't look up to see where he went. He had a damp face towel when he returned. Without saying a word he wiped her thighs and cleaned her up. Then he picked up the egg that had been abandoned beside her on the bed. He squeezed some of the lube on it.
"Spread your legs."
The order brought her back down to earth. She hesitated, biting her lower lip. What he wanted to do was a bit excessive. Her heart drummed against her ribs, with apprehension as well as anticipation.
She opened her lips and pursed them again. The expression of his face did not welcome an argument although he said nothing. His grey eyes were hard, studying her as if he knew already what she was going to do and why.
"Lina, if you're worried about the people out there, don't be. This is very discreet and doesn't make a loud sound. No one will know you're wearing it apart from the two of us. I will control the vibrations with this remote control."
He lifted the controller that looked no bigger than a key ring. His other hand stroked down her thigh.
"I promise you it'll be worth your while."
The thought of the egg sitting inside her all evening with no one else aware appalled and excited her at the same time. They'd played with sex toys before, but she'd never used one outside the bedroom and certainly not in public. She was no exhibitionist. Or so she thought.
Still, being with Benjamin made her want to explore things she'd never tried before, things that had lurked in her fantasies. He was making them real one encounter at a time.
For that she could hardly say no to him. With resolve, she parted her legs.
His eyes sparkled with approval. Somehow her heart felt lighter knowing he was pleased with her. He knelt on the bed before her.
"Wider."
She did, and he pushed the oval vibrator in. When it was seated within her already wet channel, he let the little string dangle out. He picked up her thong, sniffed it briefly and pocketed it. Her womb clenched just watching his arousing action. Then he helped her to her feet. She tottered on her stilettos as she adjusted her dress.
"Okay?"
"Yes." It felt strange having the egg inside her. She felt full. "I just need to get used to having it inside me."
He nodded. "I'm going to turn it on now."
She stiffened her body not sure exactly what to expect. He pressed a button on the controller. Her stance didn't prepare her for the gentle throbbing sensation. Her inner walls contracted. Her breath hitched.
"I'm going to keep it at a low setting for now. But I will vary it throughout the evening."
The thought of being constantly aroused set butterflies off in her stomach. "What if I ... you know."
"You can say the word, Lina. This is you and me. And life will be a lot easier if you hold nothing back from me. You can always tell me how you feel."
Easier said than done. Revealing her thoughts was not her strong point.
"What if I come? What if it's too much?"
"You're not allowed to remove it or to come." His eyes blazed with determination and desire.
Tilting her chin, he caressed her lips with his thumb in a gentle sensual way that was just Benjamin. He was skilled at combining the romantic and erotic gestures. His hand slid to her collarbone in feather-light touches. Beneath his fingers, her pulse jumped in recognition of his mastery.
"You look stunning. The sexy way this inflexible corset holds your body, the way it cinches your waist that I can almost span my hands around." He gripped her waist as if to prove his point.
"Even now, your skin is flushed, your breast threatening to spill out of the top. I want to watch you dancing, the gems on your black skirt catching the light and shimmering like fireflies against the dark night, knowing you're fighting not to come, knowing you're deferring to me."
The fluttering of butterflies in her stomach increased along with her heart rate. How was she going to cope? Though the vibrations were low, she already wanted to pull her dress up and get herself off. Worse, she wanted to grind herself against the elegant bulge curving his fly. Yet all she could do was nod.
"Later tonight, I'll give you all the release you need. Your orgasms are mine. Just as you are now mine."
That statement more than anything else he'd said today sent shivers of anxiety down her spine.
****
I don't know why I agreed to this.
Selina fought another wave of pleasure rippling within her core, drawing in a slow breath and blowing it out steadily to quell the orgasm that was just within reach.
It had been the same all night long. How she'd managed to get through the cake cutting and first dance without disgracing herself in front of the guests still astounded her. Though, Benjamin had always known when to reduce the vibrations, muting the sharp sensations when she was close to the edge.
Now seated back at their table, the setting was back to a low, even vibration, although each time she shifted her clit pulsed, which was why she sat so straight in her chair.
"I love the way you're sitting there, looking beautiful and elegant. The corset moulding your body, your skin with a slight flush, which I know is both from your arousal and from your anxiety." Ben's deceptively soothing voice was contributing to her state of stimulation.
She was concentrating so hard on not coming that she wasn't thinking of anything else. So he was achieving his aim of keeping her mind off her worries.
Except now, she was facing sensory meltdown.
"I love knowing I can bring you up to orgasm in just a few seconds or make you wait ‘til the party is over."
The vibration increased. Selina gasped softly and shifted in her seat, sending the pulse down her back crease. She gripped the edge of the table.
"Before we got married, I asked you to submit to me."
She looked across the table to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation. Christopher was chatting with Lora, her friend who had also acted as her bridesmaid and witness at the registry. On the dance floor, the party was in full swing.
"I agreed. Didn't I?" She turned to look at him.
He nodded, but the glimmer in his eyes challenged her. "But you can only give me your full submission if you trust me and are honest with me."
She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. Cool fingers stroked the back of her neck before he gripped her nape firmly between his fingers and th
umb. He turned her head toward him. When she looked up piercing dark grey eyes held her captive. She couldn't look away or not answer his unspoken question.
"I trust you, Ben." She did. To a degree.
"Then you'll have no problem sharing all your worries with me. You know you can tell me anything."
"I've been waiting to dance with the bride all evening." Christopher stepped behind their seats. "I know you're newlyweds, but I'm going to have to steal her from you."
Ben didn't take his eyes off Selina, but he nodded.
"Give her a good time." The sensual way he said that made her picture Christopher running his hands over her body and Ben watching on approvingly.
She mentally shook her head, wondering where the thought had come from. She should be thankful for the reprieve from Ben's probing eyes.
Ben leaned into her. "Relax and go with the flow."
Christopher helped her up and walked her to the dance floor.
"You looked like you needed rescuing." His black eyes were filled with understanding. "Care to tell me what's going on?"
Her lips lifted in a relieved smile. She'd met Christopher first at a club, and they had hooked up on a casual basis. She hadn't been looking for anything other than the occasional booty call, and Christopher was as laid back as they come. He just went with the flow.
One day, he'd told her about his friend who was interested in her. She'd agreed to meet Ben. The rest was history, as they say.
She shook her head. "It's nothing I can't handle."
He pulled her up close. His body was firm and fit like Benjamin's, but he wasn't her husband. The sensations between her legs moved from feather-light to throbbing. Her nipples puckered hard. She rubbed herself against him.
"You smell intoxicating." His deep voice whispered against her sensitive cheeks and added to the ache between her thighs. Her heart was thumping so loudly she thought Christopher would hear it.
She glanced over to where Ben sat. Lora was sitting in the chair she'd vacated chatting with him. But Ben was watching Selina, the shadows from the dimmed lighting turning the massive grin on his face wolfish, as if he knew exactly how much she was suffering dancing with his friend. As if he'd planned it that way.
Damn him.
"I noticed you chatting with Lora earlier. You fancy her, don't you?" She asked the question more as a distraction from the pulsing in her core than any real thought of her friend getting together with Christopher.
"She's nice," he said, his voice noncommittal.
"Nice ... is that all?" She leaned back so she could see his face.
Chris flashed a set of white teeth in a lopsided smile. "Okay, she's more than nice." He shrugged.
Her smile widened. "You do fancy her."
He twirled and pulled her back into his arms.
"Be gentle with her," she said. "She's on the rebound from her ex."
"I'm always a gentleman." He put his right hand over his chest, his expression of feigned pain. "Moreover, I'm still getting over you ditching me for Benjamin."
"If I believe that I'll believe anything." She giggled. "I'm the one who was cheated. I asked you for a threesome and never got it. Ah—"
As another wave of electrical sensation swept through her, she arched involuntarily bringing her body closer to Chris's until the ridge of a hefty erection brushed between her thighs. The combination of his voice and the vibration between her legs shot her arousal to dizzying heights. All she needed was a little more friction and she'd have a quick orgasm to take the edge off. That's all she needed. To take the edge off. Then she'd be able to cope with whatever Ben had planned for tonight. She darted her tongue out and licked her lips.
She ran her finger on his chest in a seductive manner. "And I say you owe me. How about some pre-wedding night excitement?"
Chris laughed, a low chuckle. "Benjamin will have something to say about that, don't you think?"
Still he didn’t step away from her. So she tried again. "He doesn't have to know, does he? Moreover, it's not as if this marriage is real, and it's not as if you and I haven't been together before."
She inhaled a deep breath. "I just need to take the edge off. Your fingers should be enough."
His expression became serious, almost stern, and he raised his eyebrow in query.
The vibrating pattern varied again. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and heat licked her skin. She let out a low moan and shut her eyes briefly.
"What are you wearing, Lina?"
"An egg." She kept her eyes closed.
"Sweet."
She didn't need to open her eyes to know that he had an amused glint in his eyes—his voice said it all. She opened her eyes anyway.
"Trust you to think it's amusing that he's got me behaving like a hormonal teenager." She pushed against his chest, breaking his embrace. "You know what. I don't need you. I've got my own hands."
She walked off, heading towards the nearest ladies’ room. Inside she leaned against the closed door and took a long ragged breath.
****
Ben watched Selina as she danced with his friend. Chris held her with one hand low on her back just above the dip of her spine and the other cupping her shoulder, close but not proprietary.
A pulling sensation in his gut made him aware he wasn't altogether overjoyed by that image.
Nonsense, considering Christopher was his best friend of many years and Selina was his wife of six hours and counting.
Minutes previously he'd been the one holding her intimately as they swayed together to the mesmerising sound of “All My Life” by K-Ci and Jojo.
He exhaled a shuddering breath, aware that his heart was pounding. Relief washed over his skin covering him in goose-bumps.
He was married to Selina.
He hadn't believed his luck when he'd watched her marching down the short aisle of the Registry Office at Chelsea Old Town Hall toward him.
She was beautiful. Stunning. Dressed in an outfit more suited for a catwalk than a wedding day—a red satin corset showing off beautiful caramel-colored shoulders and arms. The black ruffled lace skirt with jewels sewn into it trailed in a short tail and barely covered her feet, which were wrapped in red high-heeled diamante sandals.
The sight of her had snatched his breath away. He'd struggled to maintain his calm as his body responded as if he was still a teenager and not a full grown man who'd had his fair share of women.
His gut had tightened, and his mouth watered. How he'd wanted to taste her skin, to feel her softness against his body.
The curl of her lips as she smiled at him had been glorious. Behind the shy smile was a hint of coquetry.
Then again, there was no other woman like Selina.
From the first day he'd met her, he'd lost himself to her—heart, body, and soul. At the time she'd been dating Chris, if you could call what they'd had dating. It had been more of a friend-with-benefits relationship.
Chris had a carefree attitude to life. His insouciant friend wasn't ready to get serious about a woman. Selina had claimed to be happy with that.
Yet, Benjamin had recognized her need for something deeper and more fulfilling. When Chris had told him of her fantasy of having more than one man at a time, Ben had known he needed to act. He'd asked Chris to arrange the meeting. The ménage a trois she'd been expecting didn't happen that night. The dominant in him couldn’t allow it.
One day he would grant her wish when he'd earned her total submission. For now he needed to earn her trust and get her to share the nightmares that plagued her both during the day and at night.
Selina was a strong woman. A survivor. But something from her past haunted her. It lurked in the depth of her molten toffee eyes sometimes, though she tried hard to hide it from everyone.
He needed to make her realise he was no longer just anyone. He was her husband. He would protect her, with his life if necessary.
His nose flared, and he gritted his teeth.
If he found whoever had hurt her in t
he past, there would be breaking of bones. He wasn't very good at forgiving and forgetting.
Across the dance floor, Selina stormed away from Christopher, her hips swaying seductively as she walked through the door out to the hallway.
Perhaps teasing her with the vibrator and letting her dance with his friend had been a push too far. He suppressed a smile. He would enjoy taking her in hand if she'd disobeyed his instructions.
He stood up and walked toward Chris. It was time to find out.
****
What was the matter with her? Why was she allowing Benjamin and Christopher to rattle her? They'd always formed a formidable duo—like brothers-in-arms. Though she'd had a casual affair with Christopher, he'd had no problem introducing Benjamin to her. He'd claimed that Benjamin had wanted to meet her. She'd fallen immediately for Benjamin's rugged charm when she'd met him, although she'd resisted him as long as she could. In the end his relentless but controlled, assured way wore down her resistance.
Now she wished she had stuck to Christopher. He was a much safer bet. His laid-back attitude was a huge contrast to Benjamin's intensity.
Knocking on the door had her jumping forward.
"Selina?"
"Benjamin ... shit," she muttered low, her face heating up like a child caught with her hand in the biscuit tin.
"I'll be out soon," she said out loud.
"Open the door, Lina." The command in his voice couldn’t be missed.
She fumbled with the lock and pulled the door open. Benjamin's bulk filled the doorway, his expression unreadable.
"I was just freshening up," she said, feeling compelled to explain her actions even though he hadn't said a word. She couldn’t explain her sudden need to not disappoint him.
"Are you done?"
She nodded, and he moved back.
"Good. We're going to call it a night down here and head to the suite."
Her hands shook, but she wasn't sure if it was from trepidation or anticipation. She walked through the door. Ben laid his hand on her back at the dip of her spine as they walked back to the reception hall. They said goodnight to their guests and took the lift up the suite in silence.