Broken Record

Chapter 28: Benton and Stevie

Benton stopped laughing, the feeling of pure release something he hadn't felt in so long it almost felt like he was experiencing it for the first time. Here he was, barging in on a woman ten years his junior, admitting that his sexual needs were so intense, so niche, that it had ended his previous engagement. And she rolled with it. She just got it. She understood him.

"I've never met a woman like you." Benton moved in closer, his smile turning serious as he gripped the hair behind her neck, angling her head up toward his.

"One of a kind as they say."

"Mhm." Benton leaned in even closer, dragging his nose just under her jaw, smelling her.

"Did you, um," Stevie swallowed, her voice growing shallower as Benton kissed his way up and down her neck, "want to go back to The Den?" He loved the neediness and hopefulness in her tone. This woman was made for him.

"No."

"No?" Stevie tried to put space between them, her tone disappointed but Benton just trapped her even closer, moving his lips to hover over hers.

"I think I can find a way to tie you up here just fine." Stevie let out a surprised little moan, her thighs automatically rubbing together as heat pooled between her legs. "Where's your bedroom?" Benton's voice had taken on the hypnotic commanding tone that Steven had come to crave from The Den. She pushed herself away from the wall, her legs slightly shaky as she led Benton to the bedroom.

"Get on your back." Stevie couldn't move fast enough, her eagerness earning a masculine chuckle from Benton.

"Strip." It was just one word. One single syllable word and yet it set Stevie's skin on fire. She quickly removed her clothes, whipping her shirt over head so fast that her blonde hair went flying around her face before she settled back onto the bed, propped up on her elbows.

"Hands over your head. Keep them there." Benton's eyes raked over her naked body from head to toe before he began scanning the room, looking for something to tie her with. He found a chain link belt on the floor of her closet, once again grateful for her edgy style. Bending over, he picked it up, wrapping it around his wrists and lacing the cold metal through his fingers.

"This will be fun." Stevie shivered at the edge in Benton's voice, the way his lips curled in that Machiavellian smile. He may have entered her apartment as Benton West, but he was fully Mr. X now. And she fucking loved it.

Benton unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the dress fabric over his broad shoulders and strong arms, discarding it on the floor. Even though he and Stevie had had sex several times, Stevie had never seen him fully shirtless before. During their brief time at The Den, he kept his dress shirt on. She fought to keep her hands above her head, desperately wanting to claw at the duvet or move her hands between her thighs in an attempt at release. Benton unbuttoned his belt next, his slacks hitting the floor. Stevie took in a full breadth at seeing him in his boxer briefs, an unmistakably large bulge drawing her attention.

The bed dipped as Benton moved to straddle Stevie, his eyes focused as he gripped her wrists together, the cool metal of her belt biting into her tender flesh. Benton made a skilled figure-eight loop before clicking the ends together in the belt clasp. Benton's gaze heated as he admired his work, his eyes moving from Stevie's breasts to her restrained wrists and back down again.

"Pull." Stevie knew the drill. She was ready for it. Benton loved to see the skillfulness of his work and she was more than happy to show him. With his thighs braced on the outside of both of her hips, Stevie looked right up at him and pulled as hard as she could, letting air out through her teeth at the pinch of the cold metal as the belt links dug into her skin.