Breaking All the Rules (11 page)

              When there was a knock on the door, Mia froze, knowing who was on the other side before she opened it.

Chapter Six

              For a pregnant second, Benson’s gaze tore Mia apart. He ran a hand through his manicured hair as his eyes lingered on her legs, her hips, her neck. When their eyes met, he pushed past her and began to pace around her apartment. Mia shut the door delicately, her hands pressed flatly behind her on the wood as she watched Benson mutter a slew of words as he paced. His shirt was untucked on one side and his jacket was nowhere to be seen. Even with pieces of his suit missing Benson looked intimidating. She steadied herself and waited until her heartbeat slowed slightly before moving any closer, taking small steps until she grasping her island counter for support.

              With Benson just a few feet away walking in circles, she could still only hear bits and pieces of his monologue.
Just so fucking complicated…. Sweet, delicious…. Don’t sleep… Why- how… Precious, fuck, precious…
It was like watching a car driving off a bridge. He’d speed up, his breath and feet quickening, then slow as his fingers pulled out hair. Over and over again, until he suddenly stopped and looked at her with graveness in his eyes. She held her ground as he stalked over, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her into his grasp. Flooded with his scent, his touch, his hot breath on her neck as he inhaled her, Mia wasn’t sure if she’d last through the night.

              One of Benson’s hands snaked up and weaved into her hair. He tilted her head so their eyes were locked.

              “I don’t know how to do this,” His words were raspy, his eyes sad.

              “Really? You seem like an expert at messing things up.”

              “Dammit, Mia,” He growled before kissing her so deeply she was thankful the island was there to support her. It wasn’t rough, rather a desperate plea for attention. He pulled and rested his forehead on hers. “I have wanted you since I first saw you in that lobby. I want you more now that I’ve already had you.”

              “I got your note,” She said simply because she didn’t know what else to say.

              His gaze hardened, “I miss seeing you. I miss touching you.”

              “You are going to take every part of my heart and soul and leave me with nothing.”

              She didn’t let him know he had already taken every part of her. She didn’t want him to have that leverage.

              “You don’t think I know that?” He hissed, his hand on her waist tightening. “And you don’t think that I feel the same about you? You’re stuck inside me and I know when you leave there will be nothing but emptiness. I didn’t think I had the capacity to feel- I didn’t want the capacity to feel, but fuck, Mia, you make me crazy.”

              “I do a good job of that,” She whimpered.

              “What do you mean by that?” He was accusatory, though not intentionally. He didn’t want to hurt her any more than he already had.

              “I’m not who you think I am. I’ve got a closet so full of skeletons that they’re spilling out onto the floor.”

              “You’re Mia Barnes, aren’t you? That’s who I crave. Skeletons are just skeletons.”

              “Not when the skeletons are part of who you are.”

              Benson’s hot lips sizzled on the skin of her neck, pulsating through her body in waves of tender emotion, “I don’t care.”

              “You will.”

              He snapped up so he could stare at her, “Don’t tell me what I will or will not do, Mia. I came here because I physically cannot stand to not have you near me. I mentally cannot stand knowing you’re mine but I can’t have you.”

              “I’m not-”

              “
You’re mine
.”

              Mia gasped as Benson scooped her up and set her on the counter. She braced herself, arms locked tight behind her, as she watched in erotic amazement as he grabbed the waistband of her shorts and her underwear, jerking them off with ease. The counter was cold on her bottom. It was a welcome touch on her hot, throbbing sex. She arched her back in pleasure. Benson’s breath hitched as he stared at Mia.

              “Four days,” He stated, his voice a mix of disgust and anger. “Four days since I’ve seen this somewhere other than my dreams.” His fingers were white, grasping the counter on either side of her as he lowered his face. One lick. Mia shivered in anticipation, her mouth hanging slightly open as she took ragged breaths. “You taste so sweet, precious. So, so sweet.”

              She didn’t- couldn’t- respond, and instead let herself enjoy the waves of pleasure between her legs. As much as she wanted to keep her head straight so she could watch Benson, his face buried in her pussy with her legs draped over his shoulders, the sight was so intense, the pleasure so hot that she had to tilt her head back and squeeze her eyes shut. Her body had craved him so desperately that her first orgasm came quick and hard. Mia’s body rocked with another orgasm shortly after, prompting her to call out in a gasp,

              “Please, Benson! Please.”

              She lifted her head to find his eyes waiting. If his mouth wasn’t busy serenading her, it would’ve been curled into a pleased smirk. Her eyes fluttered under his gaze.

              “I need to touch you,” She moaned. “I need you inside me, Benson.”

              “Not yet. I’m making up for lost time.”

              She was desperate and willing to play dirty. When she lifted her legs off his shoulder, Benson stopped devouring her sweet sex and looked at her with a quizzical gaze. She suspended both legs in the air, squeezed shut with her toes pointed high at the ceiling. Benson growled at her. Her pasty thighs framed her red and swollen sex, wet from her own juices and his saliva. The curve of her ass was barely visible, but it was enough to make his cock twitch.

              “Look how much I need you,” She purred. “My pussy needs you, Benson. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.”

              He knew her game as soon as she framed her tight sex before his eyes. Though he had gone days without tasting her, without being inside her, he wasn’t going to go down that easily. When her words pulled a primal grunt out of his lips, Mia grinned in satisfaction, even more so as he slid her off the counter and hauled her to her couch. He tugged her shirt over her head. Mia went to protest his abundance of clothes when Benson sat, swiftly pulling her down over his lap and winding his arm back to deliver a tight smack on her ass. The sting shook her body and she let out a yelp of surprise mixed with a moan stirred by the punishment. With Benson’s thick cock pressed against her stomach, she endured a string of spankings. The stings grew in intensity until Mia couldn’t decipher between pain and pleasure.

              “You’ve been quite naughty, Miss Barnes,” Benson’s voice was rough and sexual.

              The tone of his voice shot to her very swollen core. With wet eyes and an even wetter pussy, Mia strained to gain leverage to her clit. Benson delivered another smack. She waited with climbing anticipation for his next delivery. Except it didn’t come. Instead, his hand shot to her wrist, stalling her thumb as it strained to rub against her clit. She let out a startled cry, almost a demand.

              “Very naughty,” Benson confirmed. “You should know better. If you asked I might have allowed it.”

              “
Need you
,” She panted into the leather couch cushion, not wanting to turn and see his face. She’d explode from pleasure if she saw the way his lips moved as he scolded her for her sexual disobedience.

              “Naughty girls don’t typically get what they want, do they, Miss Barnes?”

              She struggled for words, “No.”

              Other partners had denied her in the past for her misspoken words or disrespect for their rules. As much as she liked being told what to do in the bedroom, she also very much liked being disobedient. She was a greedy lover, and punishments did nothing but make her want more. The tone in Benson’s voice was hard and unwavering, and she couldn’t tell what was going to come next. Would he leave? Would he spank her more? Maybe tie her up and leave marks all over her body?

              When he demanded she stand, Mia battled between her sexual excitement and her aching heart for his obvious impending departure. Benson didn’t leave, though. He lifted himself slightly off the couch so he could unzip his dark gray pants and shove them, along with his boxer briefs, to pool at his feet. Mia couldn’t keep her eyes of the silky rod that sprung between his legs. Long and thick, it was like a piece of art, just like the rest of him. She was so fixated she almost didn’t notice his beckoning finger. Her breath was rapid as she pressed her knees on either side of him, careful not to impale herself on him (though she desperately wanted to) and get any more Benson punishments.

              He frowned at her and shifted her back so his bare cock was nestled at her opening. Teasingly, he nudged upwards so his head was barely parting her lips. She groaned. He was going to torture her. Tease her all night long as punishment for trying to speed things along.

              “Good thing for you,
precious
,” His words were like a hot sword on her breasts as he nibbled her tender skin. “I like my women naughty.”

              His hands had been tenderly kneading in the soft flesh of her hips. Within a second they were grabbing her for leverage as he pushed her down onto his eager cock. Mia cried and shivered against him. Benson strained, groaning a swear over her taunt nipple. His unsheathed cock was buried fully in her on the first thrust. He couldn’t think of the last time he had been inside a woman without protection. He was very cautious and very aware of his status in society. Mia had wanted him bare that first night, and he ignored her request. He’d heard it from women before. But he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head or her scent off his body. She was inside him in every way possible, and he’d be dammed if he wasn’t inside her too. He wanted to feel every ridge of her sex as it squeezed and moved to accommodate him. He wanted to feel the connection two lovers felt when they were skin to skin in a passionate exchange.

              The heat was more than expected. Benson kept Mia very still for a painful few seconds so he wouldn’t come too quickly. He hadn’t touched another woman since Mia- didn’t want another woman- and after one lousy evening alone in his shower, decided his hand would never be able to make him come like she had. He was built up and ready to fuck her until they both exploded in a swirl of blue flames. Instead, he relaxed into the sofa and let go of Mia.

              “Ride me, precious,” He demanded, his blue eyes cool and demanding.

              He could have ordered her to kill her grandparents and she would have obliged. Mia leaned forward over his chest more, her body lifting off his cock. She loved feeling it in its entirety, not through the constricting condom. With her head nestled into his neck she lifted and fell on him slowly, riding him into a steady lull of pleasure. She was so close to him that every breath, every faint moan and strain of the neck was against her skin. She loved hearing him whisper her name as his hands cupped her ass, guiding her along. Every few strokes, her clit would grind against him and Mia’s tiny mews of pleasure grew louder.

              If the world exploded, neither would have cared. They were happy to die on that couch, connecting both body and soul. Mia’s pace quickened as her orgasm built. Benson’s gentle guidance turned more aggressive as he helped her slam down onto him and then help lift her, just to repeat the motion. With his cock buried to her hilt, Mia bit into the tender flesh of Benson’s shoulder through his shirt, grinding slowly as a powerful orgasm rocked through her. She slumped into his chest, holding tight as he bucked his hips wildly up into her. Screaming her name, Benson released himself inside of her. The warmth of his ejaculation caused Mia’s toes to curl.

              Neither of them made any sudden movements. Benson wasn’t softening inside her, staying hard as they both steadied their breathing and slowed their hearts. Finally, Mia’s knees wobbled as she lifted herself off him, squeezing her thighs together so his semen didn’t slide out of her. Benson watched as she stumbled into the bathroom, leaving the door open in her wake. He closed his eyes once she was gone, leaning his head back onto the couch and letting out a steady sigh. Just like the last time they fucked –
made love –
he felt more of her presence in his soul, under his skin, etching her name in every corner of his being. The sex, while being incredibly sensual and beyond pleasurable, hadn’t done much in relieving her memory from him.

              He finally stood with a shaky breath, removing his shoes and kicking off his pants. He folded his vest and tie, placing them on a nearby chair and unbuttoned his shirt as he progressed to the bathroom. Benson found Mia sitting on the side of the tub as she caught her breath. Her smile quickly faded when she looked at him, his shirt now hanging from his fingertips. She bolted up and took two long strides to him, her fingers prodding at his extremely tender shoulder.

              “I bite you really hard,” She mused, noticing the prickle of dry blood and the rapidly forming bruise. “I ruined your shirt too. I’ll buy you a new one.”

              Benson laughed, “I’ve got plenty of shirts, precious.”