Benton paced near the entryway of his condo, wound up on adrenaline. Stevie should be here any minute. If he had it his way, she would've already been here by now but he knew she was spending time with her sister before she went to Aero's show. Benton poured himself another glass of whiskey, tossing it back quickly when he heard a knock on the door. He'd already let the doorman know that he was expecting a female visitor, his first request of this kind since he'd moved in four years ago.

Benton strode over to the front door, throwing it open without looking through the peephole. His mouth popped open, momentarily rendered speechless.

"What the--"

"Do you like it?" Stevie fidgeted from foot to foot before twirling a lock of her hair nervously around her finger. She'd ditched the dark nails and grunge punk chic look for a feminine dress, high heels, and girly makeup. Benton's eyebrows pulled together, his mouth forming a hard straight line.

"Oh shit, you hate it." Stevie's face fell and Benton wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his condo and shutting the door behind them.

"No, definitely don't hate it." Benton gripped the back of her neck, forcing her eyes up to meet his. "You look beautiful. Like a fucking doll."

"Then why do you look pissed?"

"I," Benton released his hold, stepping back so he could fully take her in. Slender waist, delicate womanly curves, tendrils of thick pale blond hair falling past her breasts. "Was this your sister's idea?"

Stevie rolled her eyes before she mumbled out, "Fuck, I knew this was stupid. I'm the worst at this shit--"

"Hey, hey, come here." Benton grabbed her, pulling her flush against him. "You look very pretty, Stevie. But I don't want you to think...that you need to dress a certain way for me. I quite like your combat boots and weirdly aggressive graphic t-shirts. Which, I've been meaning to ask, do you find those in the kids section or?"

"Okay, funny guy." Stevie punched him gently in the shoulder and he caught her wrist, his eyes turning serious. A shiver raced down Stevie's spine at the intensity she saw in his dark blue irises.

"You know, it doesn't really matter what you wear. The end goal is always the same." Benton dipped his head, kissing her neck.

"And what's that exactly?"

Benton picked his head up, smirking at Stevie before returning to her neck, "getting you naked." His hand slipped behind her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress.

"And then what?" Stevie breathed out, her heart already racing. Every touch of his skin against hers, his lips and mouth at her throat, had her feeling like rivulets of electricity were running haywire throughout her body. With Benton it was always too much and never enough at the same damn time.

"Well," Benton gently pulled the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the fabric falling away from her breasts and pooling at her hips, "then I'll find a way to restrain every inch of you, just like you need. You fucking crave it." His lips moved over hers, this kiss more sensual, slower than his kisses at The Den. This wasn't an appointment. This was no longer simply an arrangement. This was as necessary as breathing. It was...more.

"Say it," Benton spoke between kisses, his lips vibrating against Stevie's as she pushed the dress fabric the rest of the way down until it hit the floor in a pile. "Say you fucking crave this as much as I do."

Stevie grabbed Benton's shoulders, forcing his eyes to meet hers in between kisses. "I crave it." Stevie pressed her body fully against his, grinding her hips into him, "more than you do." Benton slid his hands down to cover her ass, lifting her into the air as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Not fucking possible, Stevie." Benton covered her mouth with his, guiding them toward the couch. He sat down with Stevie straddling him. He could hardly remember the last time he'd hooked up with a woman like this. No ties, no rules, no commands. Stevie gripped at his hair, taking full advantage of her unrestrained limbs as her hips moved rhythmically over his hard cock.

Benton slipped his hand down her stomach and into the lace of her panties, stroking her slowly. Stevie let out a long, low moan, gripping his hair even tighter.

"Ride my hand, baby. Take what you need." Stevie pushed harder into his hand, her wetness growing as Benton watched her, enraptured. The only woman he allowed to move this freely when fucking. He'd broken all of his rules for her. Well, all except for one.

"Stop." Benton breathed out, his erection painfully hard as he pulled his hand away.

"No!" Stevie let out a grunt of frustration, earning a boyish smile from Benton who lifted her a few inches off of his lap so he could slide his pants down.

"I want you to fuck me, Stevie. I need you to. Do you understand?" Benton's eyes turned deathly serious, boring into Stevie's. This was it. The thing he'd never enjoyed before. The power he'd never wanted to give to anyone else. The power of giving pleasure. But with Stevie, he wanted her to fuck him. To own him. To make him feel good however she saw fit. He fucking needed it.

Stevie nodded her head, licking her red lips as she stood up between his spread thighs, her high heels still on. Slowly, she slipped her panties down her legs, kicking them off. She let Benton look at her, fully naked in front of him. Then she bent to her knees, her hands sliding up his strong thighs.

"Fuck, you look so good on your knees, baby. You have no idea." Stevie looked up at him under her eyelashes, smirking mischievously. She slowly took his hard cock in her hand, stroking tentatively, torturing him. Torturing him with pleasure, her hands free to do as they pleased. When she dipped her head and put him inside of her mouth, she felt a fresh wave of heat pool between her legs at the masculine growl that erupted from the back of Benton's throat. Stevie bobbed up and down, starting slowly before increasing the pace, her other hand at the base of his cock, stroking him.

"You're killing me." Benton threw his head back, his thick tendrils falling across his forehead as the veins in his arms and chest tightened. He gently cupped the back of Stevie's hair, not sure if he could last much longer.

"Stevie...fuck...I want...to come inside you." Benton garbled the words out, his neck and jaw straining with pleasure. Stevie looked up, his cock popping out of her mouth as she smirked at the unmistakable needy tone in this incredibly powerful man's voice.

Without speaking, Stevie stood up, straddling him again with his cock in one of her hands as she rested the other on his shoulder for balance. Without warning, she slid down on top of him to the hilt, both of them hissing out in pleasure. She'd never ridden Benton. He'd never given her this much control, this much access to touch him. To own him. Stevie lifted her hips, bringing herself down in a slow rhythm to adjust for the size of him from this position. She felt her thighs quiver as the pleasure built further, Benton's hands coming around to grip her hips.

"Harder, Stevie. Fuck me as hard as you can." Benton bit the tender flesh beneath her ear and the command reminded her of when he told her to pull harder, as hard as she could against the restraints. Stevie lifted up, her petite curvy body slamming back down, fucking him. Their pace grew frantic, the only sounds in the expensive condo were their moans and skin against skin as they fought toward their release. Benton gripped Stevie's ass as he reached the edge, Stevie's cunt milking him to finish as she threw her head back and roared, the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had taking over her body.

"Fuuuuck, Stevie." Benton buried his head into her neck, his nails no doubt leaving marks on the smooth skin of her ass as he came. Stevie collapsed onto his chest, out of breath, her lips gently kissing his neck.

"I'd say the girly dress was a success." Stevie chuckled, Benton stroking her hair.

"I never thought," Benton paused, swallowing hard as part of him debated whether or not to say his next words, "I never thought I'd enjoy that. It's never...it's never been like this for me before. Outside of the restraints. I never like being out of control, but with you--"

"It's perfect." Stevie cut him off, tracing her fingers over his lips, knowing admitting this had to be incredibly hard for him.

"Why did it take me so long to find you?" Benton's voice was a whisper, his eyes darting over her face, something like realization and awe in his expression. Stevie tilted her head, cupping his jaw.

"I don't know, but I'm here now. And I'm not leaving. I'm yours, Mr. X."

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