No Man’s Land
Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, RPF, cheating, other dark elements. Please read at your own discretion.
Characters: Ben Shelton, Trinity Rodman, plus sized reader, female reader
Summary: You struggled to count the blessings of enduring friendship when it came at cost of your sanity.
A/N: Companion piece to “Home Court Advantage.” Linked here! Please leave your girl some feedback if you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading 💗
— honey 🐝
You wondered if anyone would notice if you slipped out the back door and just went home. The crowded floor and low lights in the club might give you enough cover to escape undetected. You seriously pondered the notion as you peered over the balcony to the dance floor below, plotting out which exit you could reach the fastest. Almost as if your intentions were printed in bold Times New Roman above your head, you heard your name over the thumping bass reverberating in your ears. In an instant, your plans were thwarted, and you let out a soft sigh as you turned from the sea of people below and to the voice that called you again when you hadn’t answered.
Before you could match the face to the voice yelling for you, you were startled by the figure right in front of you. You reared back to meet Trinity’s gaze as she grinned down at you. You managed to match her expression before you were glancing away and focusing elsewhere. You found it near impossible to maintain eye contact with her anymore. You could never be certain that your guilt wouldn’t read openly on your face if she looked at you long enough. You'd never been great at hiding your emotions, but apparently your efforts had been satisfactory enough if the last couple months were adequate evidence.
You had always kept a tight relationship with your best friend, never straying far from each other for long. But recently, it was as if you couldn’t turn a corner without finding her there. You'd be happier for the company if it had come at less of a cost to your sanity. As Ben had stated, things had not gone back to the way they were.
When you two arrived right on time to the dinner reservations, despite your unwilling detour, Trinity was just minutes behind you. Her elation at seeing her two favorite people seemingly content, if not happy together, brought a new light to her eyes. Her obvious relief at the apparent turnaround of your friendship with Ben made your chest tighten. You hated that your resistance to accept her beau had caused her such anguish. The guilt you felt at the thought was eclipsed only by the methods by which your truce had been achieved.
If you had seemed awkward or uncomfortable, she hadn’t let on. She merely read as elated to see you two getting along. You could only stretch a smile across your lips and try to ignore the cum seeping out of you and soaking your panties as they prayed over dinner. Only hope that she was oblivious to her boyfriend’s hand under the table, gripping the softness of your thigh as a constant reminder to play your part. Her happiness made you swallow down your horror and welcome the hug that she offered before plopping down across from the both of you.
At the time, you thought your sacrifice would bring you a level of peace. There would be less pressure on you from Trinity trying to force a friendship between you and Ben. And Ben would stop taking out his frustrations on you to force your compliance. But you should’ve known that things were nowhere near settled. The more of yourself you gave, the more there was to take. You had hoped that once your friend felt appeased, she would give you some space. You needed the distance to reconcile with your betrayal and try to rationalize that all that happened was for the best.
In her mind, she felt that everyone getting along meant that you should spend even more time together. Any attempt to rebuff her plans would be met with her dramatic puppy dog eyes or a pinch to your ass from Ben as he eased up behind you. If you didn’t know better, you would think those two had conspired with each other to make sure refusal never remained firm on your tongue.
You had been subjected to a whole new world. There was a never-ending list of invites for both athletes and it became clear that everyone noticed the shift in your dynamics. The invitations were now being extended to you as well, and you felt like the worst part of a “throuple.” People seemed to think you were inseparable and if you didn’t make an appearance, there were always questions.
While you didn’t mind missing a few outings, you did fear upsetting Ben and him feeling the need to remind you of your place. This new norm was what cost you a quiet evening at home. Instead, you were battling a brewing headache and hoping to avoid the final part to your damned trio for as long as possible.
You came back to the present at the sensation of Trinity gripping your shoulders and rocking you in your seat to grab your attention again. She was closer to your face now, and her pretty features were twisted a little with worry.
“Hey, you good? I’ve been calling you for like, forever,” She called over the music. You don’t think anything about you had been ‘good’ for weeks. You nodded and smiled again, more convincingly this time, you hoped.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good, Trin. Please, my head is rattling,” you laughed and laid your hands over hers to stop her movements. You preferred your Manhattans stirred, not shaken, thank you.
“Promise? I could have Ben take you home if you want to leave,” Fuck no. You've done all you could to avoid any more one-on-one encounters with that man. You battled to keep the smile on your face at the very thought.
“I promise!”
With that, she slipped your grip and tugged you by your wrists to a standing position. Well, almost. You were a little shocked by her easy strength as you fell forward into her. She steadied you before you could tip any further and turned you towards the spiral staircase. You almost regretted your decision as you were led to the dance floor. You were already exhausted and in no mood, but the alternative option made you queasy.
By the time you got downstairs, the music felt louder and the space was already beginning to fill up. Trinity spotted a few of her friends and was quick to tug you behind her to the group. You tried your best to keep up without trampling any toes. Her friends started cheering at her approach, and you felt a little more at ease amongst some familiar faces. Most of her friends were from her team. You had been seeing more of them lately, and you were grateful that they were so welcoming to you. If you had to be at every social gathering, at least you’d like to feel comfortable.
You were both bombarded with hugs and greetings from the tipsy women, and you easily accepted the drink that was pressed into your hand. Normally, you were a bit more cautious, but if you were going to be forced to be pleasant for the next few hours, you’d need some motivation. A big swig had you coughing a little, but you felt more ready when the girls migrated to the center of the floor. You kept sipping at your drink as you tried to match the beat bumping from the speakers. You let your hips sway and dropped your shoulders to release the tension you had been holding in for weeks, like you were constantly bracing for impact.
It didn’t take long before you felt more at ease and were able to get lost in the music once you confirmed that the girls were still nearby. You danced in your bubble, speeding up and slowing down as the DJ mixed popular beats. You jolted forward as hands brushed over you from behind, settling on your hips in a confident hold. Your head whipped to the side, ready to fuss at whomever deigned to be so bold when you heard the familiar giggling in your ears.
“Damn, little mama, you look lonely over here, you all by yourself?” Your eyes rolled at Trinity’s attempt to sound like a sleazy man. She missed the mark with the fake deep voice and lack of repulsion you felt. You knew she was already tipsy and decided to play along.
“Um, no. My boyfriend is right over there,” you pointed to nowhere in particular over your shoulder.
“What, your boyfriend won’t let you have friends?” Trinity keeps her grip on your waist and rests her chin over your shoulder as she keeps up the playful banter. “Leave that bum and let me show you a real man.” She can barely contain her giggles while she speaks, and you grin at the antics as you start back up swaying to the music.
“Hmm, I don’t know. My boyfriend speaks French.”
“So do I. We we, mamacita,” you choked on your laughter and finally gave in to your pursuer.
“Wow, you got me. Okay, sweep me off my feet,” you acquiesce and then quickly amend when you feel her shifting to try to scoop you up. You lay your hands back over hers before she falls over trying to move you. Trinity tended to get a little too ambitious when she was drinking.
Luckily, she was also easily distracted and went back dancing with you, albeit occasionally digging her fingers into your sides to pull giggles from you. Falling into a comfortable rhythm, you let your head rest back on her shoulder and allowed your gaze to trail up the wall to the balcony where the rest of the group had gathered.
Your breath caught in your chest, and you faltered as your eyes caught another’s. Ben was leaning over the railing, imposing even from this distance. He appeared casual, but the intensity in his eyes struck you. You wondered how long he had been standing there, watching you. At once, you were tense again, and Trinity noticed this time, following your gaze up the balcony. She squealed in your ear excitedly at the same man that struck terror in you.
Trinity was animatedly gesturing to him, evidently trying to motion him to join the pair of you on the main floor. He seemed to read her crude attempts at sign language well enough and grinned brightly before disappearing from the railing. You could only assume that he was coming down, which meant you needed to find a way out, and quick.
You contemplated how you could escape without making it too obvious while Trinity remained oblivious to your inner turmoil. She was still mooning over her boyfriend and how good he had looked. He was truly a different man outside of his sponsored match kits. Nonetheless, he was still a man you were desperate to get away from.
“Isn’t my Benny so sexy,” The words were murmured in your ears, and your brow furrowed. You halfway ignored your friend as your eyes were still scanning the club for places you could run off to, and you assumed the question was rhetorical. At your silence, Trinity turned you to face her as she asked again.
“I said, don’t you think he’s sexy,” She rephrased. Oh, you didn’t have time for this. You could see his curls bouncing over the crowd as he made his way over. You hummed in acknowledgment, hoping that would suffice. She held on still.
“Yeah, yeah. Hey! Did you want a refill,” You blurted out distractedly, and were taking off with her cup and yours, not waiting for her response. You tried your best to slip through the crowd, navigating your way to the bar, which was not the easiest feat with your ample curves.
The bar was lit up with neon lights around the edges of the counter and down the sides, nearly shining as a beacon to you as it gave you a justifiable place to run. Hera forbid that Ben thought you were running from him. You cringed to think of the consequences of fucking up his image. Waiting in line would have normally annoyed you, but you relished having a moment to yourself. It did give you a while to ponder, too.
It felt strange when you considered why Trinity would ask you such a question. Why she would even care if you were attracted to her man is beyond you. Certainly, you couldn’t tell her that he repulsed you and scared you simultaneously. That your stomach would torrent and your nerves would fray whenever he was even mentioned. You couldn’t tell her that you would almost consider sacrificing your lifelong friendship with her if it would get you away from that monster masquerading as her knight in shining armor.
If only he would let you. You knew he’d chase you down and show you that you were never to decide when this ends. Maybe time alone wasn’t better. All this thinking had only made you more anxious about returning to Trinity’s side. Which would be sooner rather than later because you were next in line. Or, you were next until someone bumped you out of the way to cut in front of you. The drinks in your hand almost spilled, melted ice cubes sloshing around in the perspiring glasses. You try to steady yourself without making a mess. The man in front of you didn’t even acknowledge his actions as he called out to the bartender for a refill. You tried to shake it off; you’d rather not find confrontation over alcohol that you barely wanted in the first place.
A throat cleared to your right, and you glanced over to see another man stepping to your side. He smiled down at you kindly and gestured towards the cups you were trying to balance.
“Need a hand, sweetheart,” He inquired, leaning down slightly so you could hear him over the music. He was already reaching for the glasses, and you easily handed them over, grateful to shake the condensation from your chilled fingers. The man stepped to the bar top and placed them down, then smoothly caught the attention of the bartender. He waved you forward and had you give out your drink order. He stopped you before you could pull your card from your bra. “Put it on my tab,” He requested, and the bartender nodded and fixed the drinks.
“You didn’t have to do that,” You called out, and the man just turned to you and smiled again.
“I didn’t. But I wanted to. I saw that punkass shove you. A beautiful woman like you deserves better,” You giggled a little at the compliment.
“I do, huh? Well, let this beautiful woman say thank you,” you shot back, a little flirty. You offered your name.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I’m Autry,” he introduced, and you took the time to examine him fully. Autry was taller than you, with smooth dark skin and cornrows to his shoulders. You appreciated how nicely he was dressed and the faint scent of a pleasant cologne wafting from him. For a moment you forgot why you had been so anxious and found yourself enjoying the small talk while waiting for your drinks.
You were considering abandoning them altogether to ask Autry to dance with you instead. He offered first, and you were eager to agree when his expression shifted. His eyes went a little guarded, and you wondered why until you felt the weight of a firm chest pressed to your back and the accompanying arm coiling around your waist. You tensed in the regrettably familiar embrace and couldn’t withhold your grimace.
“Princess, you’re still waiting on the drinks?” Ben spoke into your ear, disregarding your company completely. You cringed and glanced up at Autry. Surprisingly, he didn’t appear annoyed at you as you assumed he would be, but more confused. He followed Ben’s lead and ignored him right back. Autry called your name as he looked only at you.
“Do you know this guy? Is he bothering you?” He questioned seriously, looking ready to rescue you from another negative interaction. Unfortunately, you know him. And he’s always bothering you. You wished you could say that. The hand on your hip squeezed you, and you swallowed down your plea for help. You knew how this was going to go now that Ben had laid claim to you. Even if you got away from him here, you’d pay for it later.
You shook your head at Autry, your body in direct opposition to the words leaving your mouth. You couldn’t even look him in the eye as you muttered, “Yeah, I know him,” already defeated. You know how you must look, flirting with a man when you already had one. Except you didn’t. And you were dying to tell the man in front of you the truth, plead with him to understand, but it was a lost cause. You would add the genuine connection you felt to this man to the list of things Ben had destroyed since invading your life and body.
Neither of the men spoke, Ben just tugged you further into his chest as you focused on the ground in front of you, just waiting for the scorn you deserved for leading this man on. Autry moved away from your line of sight and you considered the interaction over until a hand was tipping your chin up. Autry was staring deep into your eyes, like he was searching for something, before relenting and then handing you the drinks you’d been waiting on. You gripped them both with shaky hands, and stared back at the man one last time, wondering if your face appeared as forlorn as you felt.
Autry stepped away from the bar, still addressing only you. “Enjoy your drinks, sweetheart,” He called out, then finally looked over your head at the man still crowding your space with a harder expression. “If you ever decide you don’t know him anymore, I hope you’ll come find me,” He finished and then turned from you and walked back the opposite way from where you came. You exhaled shakily at that. His kindness towards you felt worse than being told off. You didn’t feel deserving of anyone’s mercy after what you had done.
As Autry disappeared from your view, you found yourself still nervous. You had expected reprimand and hadn’t gotten it, but you were left with the reason for your venture to the bar in the first place. Your insides churned as Ben spread his large palm out over your abdomen, using it as a guide to direct you away from the bar. He didn’t even have to speak his control over you; it went unsaid. You fought your instinct to snatch away from him, the drinks in your hand preventing you from making any sudden movements. It annoyed you that even small inconveniences for you favored him instead. You did try to ease away, not wanting to be caught in such an incriminating position when you returned to your friends. Ben kept his hold on you, intent on not letting you slip away again. Despite you trying to be subtle, he had figured that you were trying to get away when he reached the main floor and found you absent. He was observant and aware of you in ways that frustrated you.
You were led to the base of the staircase where you made another attempt to distance yourself from the man behind you. Shuffling up the stairs, you tried to stay ahead of him, but you were painfully outmatched with him on your tail. He didn’t struggle at all to keep up with you and remained just below you; you ignored the ghost of his fingers over your thighs as you scurried on. Your pulse jumped as his pursuit at your heels threatened to trigger your chase instinct. At the top of the stairs, you searched to find Trinity and let out a calming breath to regroup before her and her friends. Weaving through the tables, you found their booth and dropped off the two drinks that seemed to be more trouble than they were worth. You let someone else grab your cocktail; you didn’t even want the buzz anymore. Being under the influence just made you feel more vulnerable.
Ben trailed behind you and went another direction, squeezing himself into the last open seat at the booth, next to Trinity. You turned to look for an extra chair to grab for yourself when the group started shuffling and trying to make room for you. Despite her unknown level of inebriation, Trinity noticed your discomfort and slid out of the booth to come help. You always felt uneasy when others had to make space for you, and your friend knew that. She jumped to your aid and Ben slid further down to her open seat. Trinity herded you into the gap, and you stopped short at the minuscule space created. You had turned back to tell her you would just grab a chair to pull up when she urged you in.
“Here, just scoot in there,” Trinity didn’t seem worried by the lack of room, and she directed you downwards. You never reached the cool leather. Warm hands caught your hips on your descent and eased you to sitting. You were perched on Ben’s lap, and everything inside you began to seize in your panic. You fretted for the look of you on someone else’s man and you scanned the group to see if their appall was present. To your confusion, no one even reacted beyond making sure you got situated. At least there was no lynch mob waiting to thrash you for being a traitor, but you kept rigid in the position, not letting your full weight rest on him.
His hands at your waist pulled you back into him fully as he murmured into your ear, “Relax Princess, take your throne.” You swallowed at the rasp of words spoken only for you to hear. His tone shot arousal straight through you without your consent and you hoped he couldn’t feel the thumping of your blood rushing to your center. You had little choice but to let him hold you, when your only saviors found no gripe with your seating arrangements.
Trinity left to circle the booth and grab the drink you had brought up, then returned to your side. She claimed the space between you and the table, crowding between the opening of Ben’s legs. She leaned over you to reach him, and they shared a kiss while you were trapped awkwardly in the middle. Her hand rested on your shoulder to steady herself while the other held tight to the glass. Ben's hands flexed on your waist, gripping your soft sides, and growled low into Trinity’s mouth. The rumble of his chest against your back made you shift forward, which only urged you into the plummeting neckline of your friend’s dress.
You turned your face to the side, trying not to look at, well anything. You were overwhelmed by the filling you’d become in this couple sandwich, and you felt even worse for the way the interaction made you a little warm. Ben’s fingers pressing into your sensitive stomach threatened to force a chirp from your lips while also sending a thrum through you. One of his thighs pressed at the meeting of yours, and the light pressure almost soothed the insistent pulsing in your core. Your thighs tensed to close on instinct. Trinity blocked your attempt as she absentmindedly nudged closer to chase her boyfriend’s lips.
You pressed your hand to the bottom of your dress to prevent flashing anyone and rested your other against Trinity’s abdomen. A subtle suggestion that you hoped would convey your desire to not end up permanently molded to her perfectly perky tits. You’d seen each other in undress plenty of times but being so close to the goods was enough to have you intervening on the love fest. She finally seemed to get the message and with a final smack to Ben’s lips, she parted from him to give you her attention again. She smiled dopily in your face, and you could confirm then; she was wasted. She carried it well, but you knew she’d be knocked out before the end of the night.
She pushed her cup to your lips and tilted it up when you tried to lean away. Not wanting it to spill down your front, you opened your mouth and swallowed some of the cocktail. You scrunched your nose a bit at how strong it was, and Trinity wiped away the dribble that trickled to your chin with her thumb, sucking it into her own mouth. She leaned down to press her lips to the apple of your cheek and then stepped away from you to sit at Ben’s side, the seat being large enough for her to squeeze in where you couldn’t.
Ben startled you by speaking into your ear, his tone deep but teasing. “That was nice of your bestie, wasn’t it? Now what do we say,” he prompted you. You felt your face flame at being treated like a child, but you didn’t have any more energy for conflict, and you acquiesced to his not-really-a-suggestion question.
“Thanks, Trin,” You muttered while peeking over at her. She grinned big and waved you off. Of course, Princess. You know I’d do anything for you. But you could tell the appreciation meant something to her. You hated that you’d rather be anywhere else. The evening was starting to settle on you heavily, and you felt yourself relaxing unwittingly into Ben’s arms. You hated to give him the satisfaction, but you were exhausted from the effort required to sell your happiness to everyone around you. You let him hold you to his broad chest, your body rising and falling to the rhythm of his calm breaths and his hands rubbing over your dress, caressing your sides and brushing his thumbs under your breasts. You let it all happen as you prepared to get through the rest of the night.
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He dropped Trinity off at home first. Ben had to nearly carry her to her room while you trailed them with her purse and keys. He had set her on the bed while you went to find her makeup remover and cotton pads. When you came back, she was already in pajamas and under the covers. You cleaned her face as much as you could while she was dozily turning away and then put your armful back under the sink. She woke up to ask if you’d like the stay the night, but you’d had enough and wanted to be home alone while you could. You offered to call a car so Ben could stay and watch her, but she insisted he get you home safely. How she could be so stubborn while barely awake, you’d never know.
The ride to your place was quiet. Ben navigated the streets serenely, and it made you a little sick to acknowledge how he seemed to know the route as a second nature. He steered with one hand while his other rested comfortably on your thigh, cupping the flesh just under the hem of your dress. His actions always left you confounded. He had no qualms about stealing your autonomy from you and forcing you to lie to your best friend, but then he also invested in your personal life, being sure to keep up on all your workplace drama and making certain that everything around your apartment was in order. Your leaky faucet could only drip water twice before Ben was fixing it himself or sending in repairwomen. He expected to know everything about you; the only real privacy you had maintained were your own thoughts, and at times it seemed that he wanted access to those as well.
“Well, Clarice was pissed that she had to keep ordering lunch or sharing mine, so she had to figure out who was taking her food,” You would enjoy the gossip more if it weren’t for the sensation of a warm palm creeping up your leg. You rested your hand over his to still him, but he brushed you aside and you let him. The night was almost over; you’d be in dreamland in no time and could pretend for a while that your life was normal. He pulled up to the parking garage across from your building and shifted the car into park. You quickly unbuckled and tried to scoot outside. Ben mirrored your actions and was quick to round the hood to open your door. You got out and faced him with your bag in hand. “You don’t have to walk me up, I’m fine by myself,” you rushed out, eager to finally escape.
“Nah, I gotta make sure you get tucked in nice and tight, or Trin will never let me hear the end of it.” You knew it was true; she’d be upset that you went anywhere in the dark, alone. You hated to tell her that you would be safer wearing a meat suit around a pack of ravenous hyenas. But it was pointless; Ben was already grabbing your hand and escorting you inside. You were the only two in the elevator and you found yourself cornered in along the wall as Ben held your waist and gave you his full attention. “Besides, you need to tell me if it was Briar who was taking Clarice’s lunch,” he chuckled into your hair as he rested his chin on your head. You parroted the gesture shakily, trying desperately not to show how nervous you felt when trapped so closely to him.
“Oh. Yeah. That’s where things got a little complicated...” By the time you had wrapped up your latest office debacle, you were at your door, fumbling in your bag for the key. You almost screamed when Ben pulled out his own set of keys first, producing your cheetah print copy on his keyring. It set in that he never gave back your key. He’s had access to you the entire time, when you had felt moderately safe once you closed your door behind you. He didn’t notice your internal panic and swiftly unlocked your door for you. You made a mental note to get your locks changed immediately as you went to shut the door on this evening and the huge man opposite to you across the threshold. His appearance on the other side of the door made you recall the old fable of vampires needing permission to enter. While you knew he would come in whether you gave him permission or not, you still found yourself more fearful of this monster than any bloodsucker you’d read about.
Ben caught the top of the door before you could shut it. Apparently, he had nowhere to be fast. “Ah. I almost forgot. The number,” He held out his other hand in front of you, palm up. Your nose crinkled to show your confusion.
“Number?” You questioned.
“Phone number. The one I saw you slip in your bra at the bar. Give it to me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You played dumb, but it was clear he wasn’t convinced. His gaze hardened, and you nudged the door a bit, trying to urge him out of the way.
“Ben, I don’t have any number. Please, I want to go to bed.”
“And you can go to bed as soon as you do what I asked,” You wanted to point out that he didn’t ask, he never did. All he did was take. Frustration bubbled up in you, and you pushed the door a little harder.
“Let go, I want to go inside. I’m telling you I don’t have anything,” So badly you just wanted him to let this go. You needed to have something that was just your own.
“You gonna make me be mean? You want me to take it myself,” He doubled down, and you gulped at his intensity. In the times you’d been compliant, you had gotten too comfortable and forgotten how terrifying he could be. When you didn’t respond, he shoved the door open with ease, striding inside and shutting it behind him. He grabbed your arms, turned you back to rest on the door and exhaled deeply, nostrils flaring before he spoke. You stared up at him with wide eyes. You felt so powerless again; a prisoner in your own home. “If that’s how you want to play, fine Princess.”
In an instant, he ripped down the front of your sleeveless dress and strapless bra together, exposing you to the waist. Your breasts knocked together at the force, and you lurched to cover them with your hands. Ben snagged both of your arms in his palms, pinning them to the door while he devoured the sight of you exposed with hungry eyes. Remembering the task, he loosened one hand to tug forward the front of your bra. He found the crumpled scrap of paper tucked into the cup and retrieved it, sliding it into his back pocket. He moved your wrists into one palm and pinned them above your head. With his free hand, he cupped under one of your breasts, palming the weight and thumbing your nipple stiff. You squirmed in his grip until a heavy look stilled you against the wall. You felt so hot, embarrassment at your exposure making your cheeks flame.
“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it? I don’t want you in the habit of lying to me though,” He spoke into the crook your neck, delighting in the scent of your warm perfume and clean sweat. “Can’t have that. And can’t have you talking to random men the second I’m not around either,” At that you got a little angry again.
“Why not, Ben? You don’t own me. You’re not my boyfriend. You’re not even my friend! How is it any of your business who I talk to?” Maybe you got a little carried away. When you got tired, your ability to pander to this man became strained.
“It’s my business because you’re fucking mine, Princess. But obviously I haven’t been doing a good job if you forgot your place already,” He dragged you from the door and towards your kitchen. “Don’t worry, I’ll remind you that I’m the only man you need,”
Ben bent you forward over your island, and you gasped at the marble on your chest. Your nipples pebbled up against the chill. He reached down to tug the hem of your dress up, a battle you’ve been fighting all night and finally lost. He kept a hand pressed firm to your spine to hold you still as you wrestle against him. He slid your panties to the side and rubbed his fingers along your bare lips. They were already slick from his teasing throughout the night, and the small mercy he provided you was not mentioning your arousal. But that didn’t make you any more okay with him touching you.
His fingers dipped into your slit, rolling your clit between his fingers. He followed your moisture to the source, rubbing over your slick entrance. No. You couldn’t let this happen again. As his fingers breached your hole, you lurched onto your tip toes to get away from the intrusion, wavering slightly in your heels. Ben followed your motion, and his broad digits sunk deep inside you. You whined at the stretch and tears pricked the corner of your eyes. You had hoped that you would never be in this position again, but you should have known better. Ben’s appetite was never quelled. He was always hungry for more, still voracious for you.
You tried one last time to appeal to his sense of reason. “Ben, please. Trinity's going to get suspicious if you take too long,” you shuddered as he crooked his fingers, delving into you and dragging them out along your sensitive walls.
“She’s knocked out and you know it. Don’t worry about her; this is all about you, Princess. I can tell that you’re enjoying it, dripping down my arm already. Just relax.”
Relax. You couldn’t possibly manage that. You wanted this over, and you knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with just this. You knew he could go all night. And you were so, so tired.
“Ben! Ben, wait. Wait. Please, I’m tired. I want to go to bed.” You weren’t above begging, anything to get him off of you. Out of you. He laughed deep in his throat, a sinister sound, and pushed you flat to the island, pressing in close behind you.
“Oh, Princess. I’m going to fuck you to sleep.”
