Time marched on after that night. After Ben tied me up and used me, forced me to beg for it, I decided to cut ties and come clean. Not completely clean, mind you, but clean enough. I invited my girlfriend, Kelly, over and told her I had a one-night stand. I told her that it meant nothing and that we used protection. My pregnancy test came up negative so she would never have to know the full extent of it.
At least this way I could give her the reins to my life, let her decide our fate. Either she would leave me and relieve my guilt, or she could choose to move forward with me – and start fresh. She surprised me when she forgave me. In the following weeks I recommitted myself to her. Kelly would spend the night at my apartment every night. I cut back on my drinking and came straight home from work every day.
For a while I felt relief. It felt good to hold her and sleep beside her without thinking about Ben. I had gone radio silent on him after that last night. But even though Kelly forgave me, our sex lives diminished to nothing, our intimacy withered away. As much as I loved Kelly and wanted to spend my life with her, I was suffering. Eventually I found myself creeping out of our bed at night to slip my hand between my legs.
After all he put me through, thinking of Ben was still somehow my only refuge. I missed his hands on my body. I missed how firm he was with me. I even missed being taken by him, being used and disregarded. The fear I felt with Ben was better at least than the empty stretch of nothingness in this sexless house. Sometimes I would look at our rather Spartan texts while I touched myself, fantasizing about reaching out again.
Then one night I went downstairs, drank 3 glasses of wine, and at the height of arousal I texted him. Twice.
Me: Ben?
Me: are you up?
I felt so incredibly weak right away. My heart racing, I contemplated blocking him before he could respond. ‘I should just delete the messages and get back in bed,’ I thought. But in a shameful last ditch effort, I texted in once more with two words: “I’m ovulating”. I set my phone face down on the coffee table and started to pace around. My head felt full of static, I needed another drink, or 3. Before I knew it the wine bottle was empty and I was hopelessly drunk.
Cycling between regret that I had given in, and despair that Ben hadn’t responded, I checked my phone one more time. Still nothing. Just when I had decided to go upstairs and collapse beside my sleeping girlfriend, I heard a knock at the door. My heart was in my throat, I couldn’t breathe, but my feet carried me one slow step at a time. As the door got closer and closer all of my regret and shame started to give way, replaced by anticipation. Excitement.
Finally I turned the knob and slowly opened my front door. There he stood, same tall, dark and handsome Ben. Same intense eyes and boyish smile. Without a word he pushed the door open and walked inside. Trying to catch up to him, I shut the door and raced to stop him before he could make too much noise. His bicep flexed a little as I grabbed him and whispered, “Wait, Kelly is asleep upstairs!”
Ben turned to me, grinning. “So I guess we’ll have to do it down here then.”
“Wait, Ben,” I was flooded with second thoughts.
“No, I’ve waited long enough. Tonight is your last chance with me,” his words caused my heart to sink. Despite his manipulation and abuse I didn’t want to lose him forever. What if he was the only way for my broken, fucked up mind to be happy? “But I’ll make it easy for you,” he continued, “If you back out now, I’ll wake up Kelly and show her our home videos. Don’t you remember those.”
Fuck. That video was damning, she would never forgive me after seeing him emptying his balls into me while I begged for it. “Please don’t show her,” I protested, “Things are finally getting better.”
“Oh really?” He laughed, “Is that why you texted me that you’re ovulating? Because Kelly is satisfying you completely?” He quickly closed the gap between us as I looked at the floor, searching for my words. His hands ran from my hips, up my ribs to my tits, squeezing them through my cotton t-shirt. I could feel my nipples harden against his greedy fingers.
“We have to be quiet,” I conceded, trying to hold back a moan.
“Well that’s up to you,” he teased. Before he could bend me over right there I slipped past him and marched to the kitchen; I could feel his gaze on my panty-clad ass as he followed. With a determined exhale, I lifted myself up on the island counter and pulled him between my open legs.
“Make it quick,” I told him.
“You’re mine, remember?” Ben asked me, pulling my panties to the side and sliding his fingers inside me. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” With every kiss I felt myself melting into him, becoming more compliant. His insatiable lust was draining into me like a slow-drip from his tongue. It wasn’t long before I found myself unbuckling his belt and fumbling to take his thick, gorgeous cock out. As I stroked his shaft inches from my aching cunt, I watched precum ooze out of his tip.
I was beyond desire, it was a need now; I needed Ben’s cock inside me. Prying his fingers out of my wet folds, I tugged his rod until it had replaced them, lining him up. He took the hint but also took his time. Pressing gradually into me, he watched my face as I bit my lip. God, it had been so long I had forgotten how good it felt, having his cock inside me, raw and throbbing. I wrapped my legs behind him and pulled him in further, no more teasing.
With that, he leaned in and kissed my neck, biting and sucking like he wanted to mark me as his. “Don’t, she’ll see,” I warned him. He backed off, but simultaneously plunged balls deep into me. My longing faded as I felt full now. As he began to pump into me I moaned as quietly as I could, wrapping my arms around him to keep him close. This was just what I needed, but it was still missing something.
I needed him to take me. I craved for him to take my choice away, strip me of my agency – for him to rape me. After all, then it wouldn’t be my fault that I was such a slut. Then I could convince myself I wasn’t a hopeless cheater, begging to be bred. He had already done it twice before, I was sure that he would do it again with the right motivation.
“Wait, Ben. It’s not safe to cum inside,” I put my hand against his chest, “You have to pull out, okay? Promise me.” I knew he would break that promise and breed me against my will.
“No,” he said to my shock, withdrawing his dick and locking eyes with me. “I won’t pull out. Either you beg for it or I leave.” His ultimatum had my internally frantic, I reached for his cock but he slapped my hand away, asking “What will it be?” He pushed all the way back into me and began to very slowly pump all the way out and back in.
“I-” Fuck, I didn’t want him to leave. “Please, Ben.”
“Please what?” he smirked.
“Please keep fucking me,” I begged. That seemed enough for him as he increased his pace and began to thrust harder. I felt my orgasm building up, not quite there but with a little bit of coaxing…
“Don’t stop begging. Be a good girl and I’ll keep going. But if you stop I’ll stop,” he whispered in my ear.
Panic sunk in as I struggled to find my words, “Ben, I need to feel you.” He kept thrusting. “I need to feel you throbbing inside me,” I shuttered a bit hearing myself. His strokes felt a bit more desperate and my hips were moving against his involuntarily, “Please, Ben.”
“It’s not a safe day, is it Liz?” His voice was getting louder but I was too turned on to register that.
“No, it’s not safe today. If you don’t pull out I’ll get pregnant this time for sure,” I wrapped legs tighter around his hips.
“Do you want me to pull out, Liz?” he goaded me.
“No,” I admitted, “I want it inside.”
I felt his cock twitch inside me as he pounded into me, “I’m so close, tell me. Now. Tell me what you want.”
“I need your cum, daddy,” I pleaded. “I want you to knock this fertile little pussy up.” He gasped as I felt his cock spasm, letting out a small spurt of cum inside me. He cursed under his breath as he started to lose his rhythm. “Fuck me hard, daddy. Fuck a baby into me! Get me pregnant!” I was yelling by now as his hips recklessly crashed into mine. Another spurt shot out as he slowed to a stop with his cockhead pressed firmly against my cervix.
Then I felt it, as my cunt muscles milked him deeper he shot rope after rope of cum into me. His seed was bathing my insides. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yessss,” I babbled to myself as I felt his sperm absolutely overwhelming my womb’s defenses. There was no way I wasn’t going to get pregnant this time. “Mmm, this little pussy is all yours, daddy,” I cooed.
“WHAT THE FUCK, LIZ??” I heard her voice call out from behind Ben. I would have been startled but my body was still rocking and tensing up with my climax as I peered over his shoulder to see Kelly’s face. She was standing in the doorway, face twisted with anger.
“Fuck, Kelly, I’m-” I shivered as I came just a little more on his cock. Then Ben pulled out of me, causing me to quiver and shake as his cum came gushing out of my tight little hole right in front of my girlfriend. She watched in horror as my face could do little more than express ecstasy at being bred like the cock-addicted whore I am.
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