So it had been a total surprise to me when I wasn’t resentful when he spanked me, even though I’d gone along willingly when he did it. Also, he was younger than me, and I had a thing about giving others any leeway to control me. This was just another form of control, wasn’t it, so why did I allow it? I was letting him control my pain and my pleasure. And he did it so fucking well.
He stood close enough that I could feel his body heat, but he didn’t touch me. Slowly, he slid up my dress until he had it around my hips. I closed my eyes and waited, and when I felt the slap of his hand on my ass, I yelped.
Ben chuckled. “You really are into this, huh? You’re even wearing a thong.”
I bit my lip and moaned when he grabbed my cheeks and spread them. It burned where he’d slapped my ass, and little shivers worked their way through my body. I was aroused, and I was surprised at myself yet again.
“I found them in the back of my stuff,” I said, sounding a little breathless. Then I groaned. “Please don’t stop.”
Immediately, I felt another slap, this one focused on my right cheek, and another on my left cheek. There was just numbness for a second before the flesh started to burn. Ben caressed the skin roughly, and I moaned. My nipples were hard, rubbing against the fabric of the dress. I’d worn it without a bra because the fabric was so thick. Ben delivered a few more smacks, and my body rocked forward with each one. I was panting, eyes stinging with tears when he stopped again.
“You know,” he said, sounding conversational. “I noticed it before, but I didn’t say anything because we didn’t have a lot of time. You’re so pale, but you blush really easily.”
Again, he spread my cheeks, and I moaned, burying my face in the cushions. No matter how calm he sounded, I could hear the strain in his voice. Ben definitely liked what he was doing to me.
“Ben,” I whimpered. “Hurry.”
He groaned, and a few more slaps fell on my cheeks. His breathing was rough behind me, and he would stop with every couple of slaps to caress my round ass. His hand became rougher the more he excited he got, the more I whimpered and begged for more. Even though the pain was definitely there, ecstasy rode behind it, and I wondered if I could come like this because I was already so close.
I shrieked, the sound muffled in the cushions when he gave me two last, hard smacks, then stopped. My ass burned, the cushion was wet with my tears, and I kept sniffling, but I felt floaty and satisfied, even though I hadn't orgasmed yet.
“Let’s get you to the bed,” Ben said when his breathing calmed down.
I relied on his hands as he raised me up because my legs were trembling. Then, he ducked down, tucked an arm behind my knees and wrapped the other around my back before he lifted me up, and we headed for the bedroom.
Chapter Fifteen
Angela
I knew I was a complete mess, but Ben looked like he wasn’t ready to be done yet.
“Come on, shower.”
I groaned, watching him get out of bed. He went into the bathroom, and I heard the shower come on. I shifted, then winced. I was lying on my front, and I felt like I had aches everywhere, not to count my hot ass. It had been hours, and Ben had fucked me into the mattress for a few rounds. I was exhausted, and all I wanted was to sleep.
He came back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
“Does it hurt to move?” He asked softly.
There was a small frown on his brow, and I could tell he was worried he’d actually hurt me.
“It’s not that bad. My body just isn’t used to this kind of work out, Ben, let me relax a bit.”
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll let you go to sleep, but we need to clean you up first. The water’s only a little warm so it won't be uncomfortable.”
He coaxed me until he got me out of bed. He carried me to the bathroom and walked us both into the shower. I shivered, then sighed when the water came in contact with my skin. It was a little colder than what I was used to, but it felt nice on my sweaty skin. Carefully, he set me down, and I leaned against the tiles. My legs were still a little shaky.
“Maybe you were right,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “I really did need a shower.”
His eyebrows raised curiously, and I looked down between my spread legs, where my thighs protested standing up.
“We fucked a lot.”
He grinned, pushing his wet hair back from his forehead. “You can’t complain about it, Angela, you came more than I did.”
It was true, so I said nothing.
Ben got close and kissed my lips, then my chin, before he moved down to my neck. I let out a helpless moan, my hands rising to his shoulders. He paused at my chest where his fingers delightfully teased at both of my nipples, before continuing his way down. My breath hitched when the tip of his tongue dipped into my navel a few times. I squirmed, desire growing heavy between my thighs. Even though I’d come more times in one night than I ever had before, my body was still up for more.
“Ben, I don’t know if I should be standing for this,” I warned, my voice already shaky.
He chuckled but didn’t stop. His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, before sliding down to my waist, then lower to my hips. He used one hand between my thighs to nudge my legs apart, the tip of his nose rubbing over my skin. He blew a warm breath, and I whimpered as it washed over my sensitive clit.
“Just lean back and enjoy it,” he murmured, nipping at the top of my thigh. “If your legs get weak, just hold on to me.”
He circled an arm around one of my legs, before lifting it over his shoulder, spreading me open for his gaze. Then he leaned forward, and I shuddered out a breath when I felt his tongue on my clit. Two of his fingers slid inside me, pumping in and out, as he sucked on my clit. I whimpered, body trembling, as he provoked nerves I thought would be dead by now. He curled his fingers, hitting a sensitive place inside me that had me crying out. Ben paused, as if knowing just how close I was to orgasm, and I groaned in disappointment.
“Not so soon,” he chided.
I pulled one weak hand from his shoulder and tugged his hair. He left a kiss on my clit; then his tongue licked around my entrance before sliding in beside his fingers. Then, he removed his fingers and buried his face against me.
“Ben!”
The sound bounced in the enclosed space, making it sound even louder. He thumbed my clit, and I climaxed. I went slack against the tiles. He kissed me once, before pulling away. As he rose up, he shifted my leg from over his shoulder but held onto me. He grabbed my other thigh, and I hugged my arms around him as he lifted me up against the tiles with my legs wrapped around his hips. His cock had hardened already, and I would have been surprised how he could still get it up, but twenty one was still relatively young.
“Ben,” I groaned. “Enough already. I’m tired…”
I considered it a miracle that I hadn't passed out yet.
“Just once more,” he promised, his cock sliding inside me. “One last time and then we can sleep all right? I’ll let you sleep in tomorrow.”
I just groaned some more and tilted my head back against the tiles. He was considerate enough to wait for me to get adjusted. When he started to move, it was slow. I breathed carefully, the friction of his cock sliding in and out of me bringing my body to life once more. I flexed my limbs, but I was truly exhausted.
“Angela.”
When he said my name, my eyes fluttered open as I raised my head. Our gazes met, and I felt my breath hitch. He was looking at me in a way he hadn't before, and it made something in my chest clench. I told myself it was impossible, it was already a wonder he was looking at me with lust, imagining anything more would be too much.
I wanted to close my eyes and ignore it. Ben leaned forward and kissed me before I could.
“Am I hurting you?” He asked gently.
My nails dug into his back, and I shook my head no. I was still slick from our earlier tryst and my own juices, so the slide of his cock was comf
ortable, more than that even. No matter how many times he took me, it felt amazing.
“Good.”
He continued to kiss me softly, his lips moving gently over mine. He licked and sucked on my lips until they were swollen and sensitive. I didn’t know how long we stood in that shower with warm water pouring over us, though most of my body was shielded from it by his. He licked his way into my mouth, rolling our tongues together, and I let out soft sighs and moans, more focused on the kiss than on where our bodies were joined.
Then, he started going faster. With every thrust of his cock inside me, he moved a little faster, a little harder, until he was fucking me hard against the tiles. My rising voice echoed around us. Ben buried his face in my neck, growling as he nipped and sucked at my skin. I knew I would have marks all over me in the morning, and I absolutely loved it.
I called his name, over and over, hooking my ankles behind him as I held him tighter. One of my hands slid down his back to grab his ass cheek, urging him to hurry up. Our previous soft moment was left behind as we both grew desperate to come. I’d already come so many times, even as I kept urging him to move faster, fuck me harder, go in deeper.
Ben orgasmed before I did, which was a first. I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he filled me with come once more. He thrust his hips, his movements jerky and desperate, and as he bit down hard on my shoulder, I whimpered and came again.
“I really can't go on anymore,” I whispered, slumping against his shoulder. “Please, Ben…”
“Shh, don’t worry about it,” he soothed. “I promised right? We’ll just get clean and go to sleep.”
I felt like I was half asleep already. He kept me in his arms for a moment longer before pulling out of me and lowering me to the floor. I leaned heavily against his body as his fingers slicked over my delicate skin with tender swipes of a wash cloth. It wasn’t sexual this time, that soft touch of his, it was done with care and tenderness.
He carried me out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and I was ready to sleep the moment my head touched the pillow. I felt his arms come around me as he adjusted us and brought the covers over our naked bodies. I snuggled into his chest and fell asleep, completely at peace with the world.
Chapter Sixteen
Ben
Angela was still sleeping as I went to open the door. I’d gotten up a bit earlier and showered and changed, then called room service for some breakfast. I did tell her she could sleep in, but if she didn’t wake up soon, then we’d be eating lunch instead of breakfast.
I paid the guy that brought the food up a tip. It came with a tray that I carried with me to the bedroom. Angela was still lying peacefully beneath the covers. I set the tray down on the nightstand, then gently shook her awake.
“Angela? Come on, wake up. It’s time to eat.”
She groaned and rolled around beneath the covers before pushing them off her face. She squinted her eyes at me, before looking around the room. I’d pulled the curtains open, letting warm sunlight into the room. She sighed, then shoved the pillows behind her and sat up against the headboard.
“What time is it?” She asked.
She lifted her arms and stretched her body out, distracting me for a moment as my eyes fell to her bared breasts. Her nipples, exposed to the air, had hardened into pink nubs, and my mouth watered as I reconsidered what to eat for breakfast.
That thought came to a stop quickly when I saw all the marks all over her body. She didn’t complain last night, or at least, she didn’t once say she was in pain, but I’d left a lot of marks on her. They filled me with both pride and worry. I loved that she had my marks on her, but maybe I was a little rough last night.
It’s all her fault, though.
I didn’t expect her to ask me to spank her. When I did it before, in the classroom, I didn’t just stop because we didn’t have a lot of time. I stopped because I realized I liked it a little too much, and I didn’t want to hurt her too much. I didn’t want her to hate it. I figured I’d have to talk her into it, maybe with a promise to let her spank me as she’d teased before. It was a kink I’d realized I liked pretty early on, but not a lot of girls were into it, and the girls that would allow me, would still get mad when I got too enthusiastic.
Last night had been amazing, with Angela not only giving consent but asking me for it, then watching her pale cheeks bloom underneath my hands. I was starting to think Angela was the perfect woman for me.
“Ooh, is that breakfast?”
I blinked, coming back to myself. Angela was staring at the tray, looking more awake.
“I called and had some brought up. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I asked for a bunch of different stuff.”
“I’ll eat anything. Bring it here; I’m hungry.” She sent a glare my way. “Someone worked me so hard last night I even forgot about dinner.”
I grinned, unrepentant.
We settled in on the bed with the tray laid across Angela’s lap. I saw her wince as she shifted on her butt, and grew worried again.
“Was last night too hard on you?” I asked.
When I thought spanking was something she would be into, I’d done some research on it. I knew I had to be careful so it would feel good and not hurt. It was a kink I had, and while it would be nice if it was something we could share, I didn’t want to hurt her too badly. Maybe I was too rough last night…
“No need for you to worry so much, I just ache a little. Do you even know how long you were in me for last night? It’ll go away on its own.”
“I was more worried about your ass. Does it burn?”
She shrugged. “Don’t worry about that, either. You didn’t exactly give me just some light taps, you know? It doesn’t really hurt that much, anyway. And if I disliked it, I wouldn’t hide it from you.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t do it again, though,” I said, feeling down about it. “I want to have fun, not give you a hard time.”
She snorted. “Trust me; I had fun last night. If I hated any of it, I would have told you to stop. Besides, you’re nowhere near as bad as my ex-was.”
Angela picked up a fork and started poking at the food, before bringing some to her mouth. She hummed in appreciation, forking more into her mouth.
“Do you mean your ex-husband?” I asked.
Besides knowing there was one, I didn’t know much about him. She’d mentioned him a few times but never outright talked about him. Her hands froze at my question, and after a moment, she looked up at me.
“His name was Stuart,” she said, the corners of her mouth turning down. “I was so sure I was in love with him when I married him, but actually living with him was hell. It was easy at first, but it started getting harder. He was… controlling. In a way I absolutely hated, but I didn’t know how to make him stop. I would talk to him about it at first, but there were times when he didn’t even seem to notice when he did it, especially in the bedroom.”
I frowned. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
She shook her head slowly. “If you’re talking physically, then no. Psychologically, then yes. He made me feel inadequate, and I didn’t even realize that I was practically living under his thumb for the longest time. When I did, I started pulling away, then asked for a separation.”
The guy sounded as bad as my dad, just in a different way. I stared at Angela as she ate, wondering how she could have lived with someone like that. I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t know the circumstances, but if she’d moved to New York after the divorce, then it had to be recent since she’d joined the school when I was already a student.
“I love writing,” she continued, looking up with a smile. “I’ve written a book, but it’s just sitting in my computer collecting dust. There are parts of me in that book. I finished it before I moved, and it was what pushed me to start new.”
“You should publish it,” I said.
She shook her head, looking down again. “I can't. I felt brave enough to leave him, but it nearly broke me. All my fri
ends said I broke his heart, too, and no one was on my side. If I could just live quietly, I would be okay with that. Well, not totally, it’s too boring without friends to spend time with.”
“They don’t sound much like friends, anyway, so you’re probably not lacking anything.”
She chuckled. “It’s why I wrote the book, losing my husband, my friends, my reputation. It changed things, and we were in such a tight-knit community. Everyone would keep talking about it, and I felt like I was being backed into a corner. A few times, I almost changed my mind, to just keep living as we had been, but I knew I couldn’t. The writing was therapeutic for me, and it took me almost a year to finally finish it and start putting the pieces of myself back together.”
The room grew silent. She wasn’t eating anymore, and I wasn’t sure I still felt hungry. Just the thought of someone being so unfair to Angela made me angry. I wished I could meet that ex-husband of hers, so I could punch him out, but it would probably be better just to be glad he was out of the picture.
“I’m sorry about your husband,” I said after a while. “He was clearly a bastard, and you don’t have to worry yourself, missing those so-called friends. If they could turn away from you so easily, then they’re not really your friends in the first place.”
Her eyebrows jumped up. “You’re surprisingly cynical for someone so young.”
I scoffed. “As long as you’ve got eyes and you’re not stupid, it doesn’t matter what age, it’s not difficult to see all the hypocrites. I’ve always had them hanging around me; I guess I was a prime target. It only really hit me after Dad was gone. A lot of people think being popular in school is awesome, but it’s such pressure. I have to put up a front for people that aren’t going to care about me after I graduate. It’s just worse when I act out; I realized that in high school, but having to be the guy that everyone expects is annoying.”
“Then just be yourself. You’re in college now, not high school. It should at least be freer, right?”
I laughed. “If you really think that, then maybe you don’t remember college all that well. I wouldn’t let it trouble me if it really was something so simple. The trouble started when rumors about me started spreading, with both students and professors growing those rumors. No one likes the nice guy, or even likes them, and when people have expectations of you and you don’t meet them… it’s not like it’s unbearable, but it was annoying my whole first year, so I went along with everything in the end.”
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