Couldn't Stay Away
May stood in front of room 214. This easily could have been the same hotel room as the last time she had seen Benjamin. Back when they had both lived in Denver and stealing moments together had been much easier. Flashes of that night came to the forefront of her mind unprompted -- on her knees at his feet, being bent over the bed, them sitting together on the couch in the room. It had a finality to it looking back that they hadn't realized in the moment. And yet here she was again. May took a deep breath and the reality of her current situation set in.
Benjamin and May had met when she was in college. A grad student at the same college and six years her elder, Benjamin had been exciting and sophisticated in a way that had immediately drawn May to him like a moth to a flame. Their almost 10 year on again off again relationship had been a rollercoaster from the beginning. When they were on, it burned with an intensity that made her feel invincible. It was all consuming and exhilarating. When they were off, it was toxic and dark. But sometimes the dark felt good. Ben made her feel seen in a way no one else had. The hold they had over each other was corrosive and virulent. When Ben had gotten married, May had tried immediately to extract herself. Two years later she was successful.
So, when Ben had first reached out to her after years of silence with stories of his divorce, she was determined to ignore him. But one sleepless night and the ever-thrumming part of her that missed him made her walls crumble. Now two months later they were back at this hotel. She knew this is where they'd ultimately end up if she responded. It may have been five years since they'd spoken but he still had a hold over her.
In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought. She used the key the hotel clerk had handed her downstairs and went inside. The room was just as she remembered: a small desk and kitchen area opened up on her left, while a large wrap around couch stood to her right. In front of her was a king size bed, piled high with pillows. She couldn't see it but she knew across from the bed was a small vanity area adjacent to the bathroom with a large mirror. That when you angled just so... May shook her head and interrupted that train of thought.
She was the first to arrive. The clerk had told her so when she checked in. Not sure of how long she had until Benjamin showed up, she quickly put away everything she had packed for their weekend together. Then finally having a moment of stillness, she took a moment to study herself in the full-length mirror. She tried to picture herself here five years ago to mentally catalogue what had changed. Her hair was different. Longer and now a shade of dark red. Her hips had filled out some, now giving her a curvier figure than she'd have before. She couldn't decide if she looked that different otherwise. Did the last five years show on her face?
May had spent forever trying to decide on an outfit. What did one wear to rekindle an ill-advised... something with your ex? In a past life, before her husband and subsequent divorce, in the heyday of their affair, she'd have worn a revealing dress, Maybe even just stockings and lingerie. But something about being that bold after all this time made her nervous. She wasn't even sure if they were going to have sex today. Their texts had been charged and flirtatious when they had planned this rendezvous but they hadn't made any specific plans for the few days they had together.
In the end, she'd played it safe wearing a plain black dress that wasn't particularly short or lowcut. However, underneath her dress she had on a matching bra and panty set. A newly purchased set of green lacy things that popped against her pale skin. Just in case. She could play it safe but still be prepared.
Coming back to the present, she quickly messaged him the room number and let him know she had the room keys. She debated sending a photo. Again something in the past she'd have done without thinking but decided against it. She was sure they'd get the hang of this again but for now she was unsure of every move she made. Get the hang of this. She repeated to herself, shaking her head. She shouldn't be "getting the hang of" fucking her ex. Ben was always a bad idea. But ten years of a roiling, intense relationship took a long time to dissolve. She wasn't sure if he would ever not have a hold over her.
Knock. Knock. Two quick raps on the door caused her breath to catch and her stomach to flip. She was immediately nervous and excited for what the night might hold.
May took a deep breath and walked over to the door. Upon opening it, she took in Benjamin for the first time in five years. His tall frame filled the space on the other side of the open door. He looked amazing in jeans, tight on his strong thighs, and a button up shirt pushed back to his elbows to show off his forearms, which showcased a new tattoo he must have gotten recently. He looked the same and yet so different from the last time she'd seen him. Now she knew her face had to look different because she could see the passage of time on him. Years' worth of experiences that she wasn't there for.
He smiled a devious smile at her while he slowly ran a finger down her cheek coming to rest under her chin.
"Hi," he said through his Cheshire cat grin. Her face flushed even at his simple hello. Benjamin noticed this immediately and seemed to find it very amusing.
"Hi," she nearly whispered back.
He chuckled. "These last few years have made you shy. There's no need to be. I know you're still just as much of a slut now as you've always been." He lightly patted her cheek and moved into the room, throwing his duffle bag onto the couch. His words and the whisper of a slap, hopefully a preview of things to come, immediately made her wet.
She let the door close and turned to face him. He walked toward her until her back was against the door and his arms were on either side of her, caging her in.
He continued, "I bet your husband never even knew what a slut you are. I bet he never used you like you need. Did he?"
May was finding it hard to breathe. Hard to think. His words, how close he was, the smell of his soap. Benjamin ran his thumb over her lips and without thinking, she opened her lips to take his finger inside her mouth.
He chuckled again. Then snatched his hand away to slap her across the face before grabbing her cheeks. It was a testament to the deep well of trust that still ran between them after all this time that he knew he could do this to her. Because he could. May knew deep down she would let this man do whatever he wanted to her and she would say thank you.
"I asked you a question, slut," he growled. "Did your husband ever use you like the dumb fuck toy you are?"
It took everything she had to not wantonly moan at this. She knew Ben clocked her breath catching. She felt like all of her nerve endings were on fire. She felt like all of her blood had been replaced by electricity. It had been years since she had felt like this. Through the years she had been with her husband, it had never been like this. He had never and could never tap into this side of her. Her pussy throbbed at this realization.
"No, Daddy. He didn't," she said quietly, immediately slipping back into her role as his slut. She swallowed before adding, "No one uses me like you, Daddy."
He moaned quietly. "What a shame for him. You're were always so good at it." He let go of her face and lightly tapped her cheek again. "Lucky for me though or else maybe I wouldn't get this chance to fuck you again."
She looked up into his eyes and asked, "Is that what we're doing?" She felt bolder now. Felt the streak of brattiness he loved to spank out of her returning to her.
"You tell me, May," he stated plainly. She scrunched her nose immediately at the sound of her name on his tongue. She hated when he called her by her name. He just about rolled eyes, "Oh? Really?" he asked dismissively. "You prefer being called slut but don't know if we're going to fuck?" He paused before adding, "It's up to you what we do."
She knew he meant it. That he had just laid his cards on the table and was waiting to see her hand. She'd knew he'd only do what she enthusiastically said yes to. He watched her seeming to read the thoughts running through her head, then leaned into her ear, whispering, "But I bet I know what you pussy is telling you to do."
She was less successful in stifling her moan that time. He knew every one of her buttons to push and what order to push them in. He laughed derisively and walked away to sit on the couch. She took the moment to catch her breath and straighten her thoughts now that he wasn't in her space. The deep breath she took just brought more of his soap into her nose. Clean and spicy. A contradiction that so perfectly described him.
Slowly, she looked over to him. He looked ... delicious. He had his legs spread and his arms wide on the back of the couch. He was creating so much space for her with his limbs. So open and clear with his intentions. She also saw that while he was playing it cool, their interaction at the door had affected him too. She noticed a bulge in his jeans. Her mouth watered while she looked at the space between his legs.
When she looked back at his face, he cocked an eyebrow at her and she was certain he knew what she was thinking. He smirked and looked away, waiting for her to make a decision.
She could sit down next to him and they could talk. They certainly had a lot they could talk about. She knew he would let her do that. They could do this slowly. Pretend the interaction at the door hadn't happened and slowly build back up to where they had been.
Or she could give in. Kneel at his feet and beg to be his slut again.
The tension of being back in this place, both of them untethered from significant others was heavy in the room. May didn't remember consciously deciding between the two but next thing she knew she was on her knees in between his. Her entire body prickling with anticipation.
"See. I knew you were still as much of a slut now as you've always been," he said, his voice dropping with the satisfaction of being right. "I bet your stupid cunt is absolutely soaked at the idea of my cock inside you. You just couldn't stay away. Could you, slut?"
This time she didn't miss the question, quickly responding, "No, Daddy."
"Open your mouth," he instructed. She did so instinctually. He put his thumb back in her mouth, holding it open by putting pressure on her tongue. He leaned forward, looking directly into her eyes, "Then beg for it."
She felt herself drool on her dress from him holding her mouth open. "Oh such a pathetic little whore. Absolutely drooling for my cock. Beg me for it." He took his thumb out of her mouth and wiped it on her cheek.
She did nothing to stop the moan that escaped her. "Daddy, please. I've thought about your cock so many times over the last few years. I thought about you while my husband fucked me, wishing it was you using me. Please let me use my whore mouth to make you cum. I want to make you feel good, Daddy." She looked up at him and opened her mouth wide.
"Take off your dress," he commanded. She didn't pause before pulling it over her head and putting it aside. Being in her lacy lingerie while he was fully dressed made her even wetter.
"Look at your little matching set," he mocked, snapping her bra strap. "And you wanted to act like you didn't come here today to get fucked. Tsk tsk, slut. Maybe I shouldn't let you suck my cock. Maybe you're too vanilla to get used now."
"Daddy, please," she pleaded more desperately than she realized she felt. "I did come here to be fucked. I came here hoping you'd use me. I came here because I couldn't stay away from your big cock. Please, Daddy."
He wrapped one of his big hands around her neck and squeezed. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she was choked for the first time in years. She hadn't thought it was possible to be any wetter but having his hand wrapped around her throat again gave new meaning to the word. She heard him whisper, "such a good little whore."
He let go of her throat. "Come suck my cock, slut."
She eagerly moved in closer and put her hands on his thick thighs. Her first time touching him that day and what a heady experience. She was almost dizzy with it. She watched him closely as he slowly undid his belt and his jeans. She spared a glance for the piece of leather as he put it aside. He quietly spoke the words she was thinking, "I think I can come up with a few ways to use that on your later." She smiled up at him with these words. Imagining he too was thinking of one of the many ways he'd used his belt on her in the past.
She slowly ran her hands up his thighs while he finished undoing his jeans, still reveling in the ability to touch him again. Soon his big cock was free from his pants and she wantonly moaned. She had thought of his cock often in the time since they'd last seen each other. No other cock could make her this wet at just the sight of it. She looked up at him and asked permission one last time. The final threshold. There was no going back after this. "Please, Daddy?"
With his "yes, slut" she had the head of his cock in her mouth, moaning at the feeling of having him inside her again. She wrapped her right hand around his length and licked a stripe on the underside of his cock. Slowly, she took his length back inside the wet heat of her mouth.
She pulled her eyes away from his cock to look up at him, knowing how he loved to see her swallowing him down. He growled down at her and fisted his hands in her hair, pushing himself farther into her mouth. She let him set the pace with his hips though she could tell her was holding back. She did her best to suck him into her mouth, twisting her hand on his shaft. She was desperate to have him really use her. When he let her up to catch her breath, she swirled her tongue on his head and looked up at him.
"Daddy, I need you to fuck my face." At the look that flashed in his eyes, she quickly added, "please, Daddy?"
"Is that right, slut? You need me to do something?" She watched the annoyance bloom over his face. "I don't know that you deserve to be used like that. I think you need to punished for thinking you could stay away from me."
May felt her cheeks redden. She knew this coming eventually but she thought she would get more of his cock first. Quietly she pleaded, "No, Daddy. Please use me."
She knew she had said the wrong thing immediately. He released her hair to slap her. He wrapped a hand around her throat while he forcefully ground out, "No, May. Daddy is going to teach you a lesson." He squeezed her throat once more before letting go. He made a dismissive shooing motion with his hand, wordlessly telling her to move out of his legs. "Go kneel with your hands behind your back."
May knew now was not the time to push. She quietly crawled a couple paces back into the middle of the room, kneeling with her legs spread and her hands behind her.
He smiled smugly at her. "Now you're going to watch as I make myself cum, like I've had to do countless times while you thought you could stay away. And don't even think about touching your greedy little cunt. Daddy decides when you cum now. Doesn't he?"
May gripped her hands more tightly together behind her back. She looked up at him and responded barely over a whisper, "Yes, Daddy."
He took his hard cock into his hand and laughed at her. "Aw poor May. Now that your cock has been taken away from you, you want to be a good girl." His hand was moving up and down his length now and his breath came in shorter. "Daddy knows you're nothing more than a dirty little slut."
May knew her face and her chest were flushed pink. The shame and embarrassment of being reprimanded doing nothing to stave off her arousal. Every nerve in her body was standing on end and she could feel a puddle forming underneath her. It was taking all of her willpower not to try and hump the air for any kind of release. She knew he could read this on her face.
"Just the fact that your silly little pussy is throbbing from being degraded like this. You really thought you could be a good girl? That you could stay away and your need to be used like this would go away?" His laugh mixed with a moan. "You need this. You need to be treated like the stupid little fuck toy you are. Don't you, slut?"
Her "yes, Daddy" came out almost like a sob. She felt tears brimming. The release of letting out a part of her she'd hidden away for years and the throbbing of her need overtaking her. She couldn't look away from him. Couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted his cock inside her. Couldn't believe she was doing this. And couldn't believe how good it felt.
She watched him jerk off. His hand moving up and down the thick cock she'd thought of many times in their years apart. Pre-cum gathered at his head and she longed to lick it up. She couldn't help the memories of them together running through her head anymore. Flashes of him inside her mouth, her pussy, her ass sent waves of arousal through her. She had never felt so turned on in her life. Even his dismissal and punishment made her throb. She really was his dirty slut.
After what felt like hours of this, she could tell he was getting close. His moans had gotten louder and the movement of his hand more erratic. So when he said, "Tell me what you need, little slut," May knew this was her chance.
She wasn't even thinking as words tumbled out of her mouth.
"I need you, Sir. I need your big cock in all of my holes. I need you to remind me how to be a good whore for you. I need you to own my orgasms because I'm too stupid and horny to decide for myself. I need to be punished and reminded of my place. I need to be used. I need your cum. Please, Daddy. I need your cum."
He growled and stood off the couch, moving to stand above her. "Open your mouth, slut. I'll give you my cum."
May moaned and immediately opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. She looked up at him and keeping her tongue out moaned, "Thank you, Daddy."
The hand not on his cock fisted in her hair, holding her head back. She had to tighten her grip on her hands to stop herself from running her hands up his thighs. Watching him this close was too much. She lost her control and starting humping the air. Wanting, hoping, praying for something to rub against her swollen, throbbing clit.
He laughed at her wanton display. "Only I get to cum today, you dumb slut," he growled before shooting ropes across her face. She kept her tongue out, ready to catch whatever he gave her.
After swallowing every drop that had gone into her mouth, she quietly asked, "Daddy..." she barely recognized the breathy voice coming from her mouth. "Can I please clean you up?"
He slightly tightened the hand in her hair, pulling her head back and looking into her eyes. The annoyance from earlier was gone. Replaced with a new, more complicated expression she couldn't quite place. Moments ticked by while they quietly looked into each other's eyes, breathing together. May felt a fluttering in her stomach. She watched the moment he seemed to bring himself back this moment and finally respond, "Yes, slut. Clean me up."
She tried to repress the moan she felt roll through her and took his cock back into her mouth gently. He hadn't given her permission to release her hands so she slowly ran her tongue along the parts of him she could reach. He looked down at her, assessing her every move. When he deemed she'd down her part, he pulled her off and released the hand in her hair.
She watched him tuck his softening cock back into his jeans, wondering what came next. Not daring to wish it would end with receiving an orgasm. Her stomach flipped when she noticed he seemed to be grabbing things like he was going somewhere. She watched him replace his belt and grab a copy of the room key before turning back to her.
"I think that's enough for now," he said curtly. May tried to ignore her screaming clit and the tears that pricked her eyes. He came back over to her and kissed her forehead, "You did well, May. I'll be back." He held her eyes for an extra second before turning and leaving the room.
May released her pose, sitting on the floor and putting her hands on her knees. They were staying here tonight so he had to come back eventually. She looked around the room, not sure what to do next when she heard her phone go off three times in a row. She read the messages he had sent through:
Benjamin: See you soon, slut.
Benjamin: Don't you dare touch that desperate little cunt of yours when I'm gone.
Benjamin: I'll know if you do. xo
- As she knelt between his legs, May couldn't help but think about the numerous times they'd engaged in oral sex, her favorite mode of submission.
- Benjamin, amused by her nervousness, whispered in her ear, "Remember, you're still my little slut who loves humiliating blowjobs."
- Despite the initial sting of being called a slut, May couldn't deny the thrill of the title. She'd always enjoyed the power dynamic in their relationship, and humiliation added an extra spice to their encounters.