Mouse Trap: Part 2
Benson x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Abuse, Guns, Kidnapping, Alcohol, General Dark Themes
18+ ONLY
- Part 1 Here -
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The analog clock on the bedside table clicked 02:21, and Bensons breathing was slow and deep.
You’d been biding your time, waiting for the fucker to fall asleep so you could get the hell out of there, but you didn’t realise he was a night owl, and he spent most of the evening with his eyes pinned on you and the gun in his lap.
You barely spoke a word since you got to the room, just defiantly glaring at your kidnapper until you decided you needed a shower.
When you got out, Benson had another cigarette between his teeth and the gun was on the table next to him, but he was no less intimidating and eventually you climbed into bed and pretended to sleep just to avoid his intense gaze until he crawled in next to you.
Now you were sure he was finally asleep, and you carefully shifted toward the end of the bed.
Your suitcase could be forgotten, you didn’t care if you left with nothing but your clothes on your back, but you suddenly cursed yourself for changing into pyjama shorts and a tank top, you should have just slept in your jeans and jumper so you’d be warm and covered when you made a run for it.
Idiot.
Pushing your body upright carefully, your heart lodged in your throat, you made a move to stand.
“Don’t even fucking think about it.” Benson murmured, his hand was on your stomach now, pushing you back into bed.
“I have to pee.” You lied quickly, terrified of what he’d do if he thought you were sneaking off.
He grunted, and you turned your neck to look at him sprawled out on his front, his eyes closed.
He released you, and you got up and hid in the bathroom.
Fuck!
You’d have to wait until he was asleep again, then you’d make a run for it.
Taking your time in the bathroom, you waited long enough for him to hopefully fall back to sleep, and then you cracked the door slowly, making sure the bathroom light was off first.
It was dark but the lump in the bed didn’t move, so you let out a shaky breath and tip toed out of the bathroom.
You backed up slowly around the corner to the front door, not taking your eyes off the bed as you did so.
Then your back hit something warm and hard and you froze.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His deep voice hummed in your ear and your pulse kicked into overdrive.
The lump in the bed was the duvet carefully piled up to look like him, Benson was one step ahead of you.
You couldn’t speak, your mouth dry and your hands shook at your side.
Benson’s hand slid down from your shoulder to your hand, feeling your skin erupt into goosebumps as his fingers went.
“You’ve been a very bad girl.” He growled in your ear. “I think you need to be punished.”
You stiffened, his hand flattening on your stomach, his fingers lightly brushing the bare skin under your tank top, and you shivered.
“What are you gonna do to me?” You breathed, chest heaving.
Benson spun you around so quickly you were sure you’d have whiplash, and suddenly your back was against the cold wall as he hovered over you.
“I might have to tie you up.” He murmured, and you realised the gun was in his other hand.
He stroked the barrel across your cheek and you let out a whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you flinched away from the cool metal.
“Might need to teach you to listen to me, and not be such a naughty girl.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.” Your voice shook, and your eyes opened as he removed the gun from your cheek.
Grasping the back of your neck hard, he shoved you back over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and pulled you over his lap so you straddled him.
You pushed against his chest but he grabbed your face and squeezed, the force pinning you in place.
“Are you gonna behave for me from now on?” He growled, his predatory gaze lingering over your body unashamedly.
Just say yes. Tell him what he wants to hear.
“No.” You blurted out, and you suddenly wondered if there was actually something wrong with you. Why would you want to egg him on?
“No?” He smirked at you, clearly amused by your defiance.
You weren’t sure why but suddenly you were feeling brave, you didn’t believe this man would hurt you for some reason.
“Fuck you.” You spat, jerking your head out of his hold.
Big mistake.
The hand was now tangled in your hair and he dragged you over his knee so your ass was in the air.
“What are you-“ you shrieked, but a sharp slap to your ass had you yelping. The sting rendered you breathless for a second, before a second slap followed.
“You need to learn your lesson.” He stated, and you could tell he was enjoying this.
“Get the fuck off of me, you fucking psycho!” You screamed, but your voice came out more as a strangled cry from the angle in which your body was bent.
Another slap, harder than the last, and your exposed ass cheek began to burn. “Stop!” You squealed.
His other hand moved down and covered your mouth, but you bit down hard and he pulled away sharply.
“Fucking bitch.” He breathed, shaking his hand out. Another sharp slap and then he pulled your hair and threw you onto your back on the bed.
“I’ve never met someone so fucking insolent.”
He grabbed your ankles before you could kick him in the face, and dragged you to the end of the bed.
“Says you!” You screeched, “You’re fucked in the fucking head!”
Benson smirked at that, leaning over you.
You slapped him across the face as hard as you could muster, but he barely flinched, his smirk only growing bigger.
“So the little mouse likes to bite back, huh?” He chuckled darkly, and you were rendered speechless and terrified by the look in his eyes.
He looked like he wanted to devour you, and you were ashamed by how wet that made you.
Fuck, you were already wet when he started spanking you. You needed therapy when… if… you made it out of this alive.
Pulling off your shorts, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and tank top, he released you briefly as he tore strips of the material off, and you were too stunned to move. Too scared to try and run for it.
Tying the material together in long strips, he roughly grabbed your wrists.
Oh fuck no. You should have made a run for it when you had the chance.
You tried to struggle against his hold but he was way too strong as he tied your wrists together and then to the bed post.
You kicked and screamed until he shoved the rest of what was left of your shorts into your mouth.
“Go to fucking sleep.” He said sternly, his face no longer amused and it scared you straight.
Your legs quickly tired of struggling, and eventually you lay there panting and puffing against your gag, as Benson watched you from the arm chair across the room, the pistol on his lap again.
You knew there was no escaping this room tonight, and you were physically and mentally spent.
Eventually you fell sleep, and your dreams were plagued by blue eyes, and the smell of smoke, oak and patchouli.
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By the time you awoke in the morning, your binds had been removed and a heavy arm draped over your stomach.
The sunlight streamed harshly through the crack in the curtain, briefly blinding you, and for a second you’d forgotten all about yesterdays events.
Until you moved to sit up, and your wrists burned, and the arm around you tightened, pulling you back down and into Benson’s side.
You stiffened, as the night came flooding back to you and your heart catapulted against your chest.
Fuck.
“Better not be trying to escape again.” Benson murmured sleepily against the pillow, his body played flat on his front and his curly hair mussed by what was likely a heavy sleep.
“I need to pee.” You said, this time you meant it.
“You already tried that one.” His deep, sleepy voice sending vibrations through the bed and up through your veins.
“No I really need to go, Benson.” You pleaded, pulling at his arm.
Benson sighed heavily and pushed himself out of bed, pulling you with him towards the bathroom.
“What are you-“
“Go pee, I’ll wait here.” He said, leaning against the open bathroom door frame.
You gawked at him with wide eyes.
“I am not peeing in front of you!” You argued in a high pitched squeal.
Benson cocked an eyebrow, “Well we wouldn’t have this problem if you hadn’t broken my trust, now would we?”
You rolled your eyes with a huff, “Can you not just guard the door or something while it’s closed?”
Benson sighed, his eyes lingering on the tiny bathroom window before deeming it far too small for a person to fit through, and he closed the door.
Fucking dickhead.
You quickly did what you needed to do, and decided to hop into the shower while you had some privacy, as you were sure you weren’t guaranteed much more of it after this.
Shedding your pyjamas and stepping into the hot stream of water, you noticed the hand shaped welt on your ass cheek and you huffed in irritation.
How dare he? In the new light of day it almost seems insane that he’d done what he had the night before. And the fact that you were scared enough to let him had you rolling your eyes as you dipped your head back and washed off.
“I didn’t fucking say you could shower!” Bensons voice boomed through the door as he banged against it loudly. “I’m not baby sitting you while you take your time in there!”
You rolled your eyes, continuing with your shower. You didn’t ask him to guard the door, that was his problem.
You soaped up your body and shampoo’d your hair as the steam billowed and fogged up the window and shower screen, thickening the air with moisture and warmth. The banging on the door continued incessantly but you continued to ignore him, lathering your body and rinsing it under the hot stream.
“Little mouse, we’re gonna have some serious problems if you don’t starting fucking listening to me.” Benson said cooly as he threw open the bathroom door.
You squealed, covering yourself up and feeling exposed despite the thick fog that hung in the air and against the screen.
Curse the stupid door for not having a lock.
“What are you doing, you caveman?! I’m naked!” You bellowed.
Benson ignored you, throwing the shower screen open and reaching in to turn the taps off, while you curled up in the corner and hid behind your knees.
“What the fuck, Benson?!”
He threw a towel at you and turned to leave as if he’d just handed you a pile of paperwork and you were fully clothed, rather than mere inches from exposing yourself to him if it weren’t for your precariously positioned limbs.
You huffed and once you were sure he was gone, you stood and wrapped the towel firmly around you before storming out of the bathroom.
“You are an animal! How dare you?!” You screamed at him, your face beet red and hot as you stormed up to him.
“The sooner you learn to listen, the sooner we’re gonna get along.” He answered smugly, towering over you, an eyebrow quipped.
You stood on your toes to appear taller, bumping your towelled chest against his. “I’m not a fucking dog, I don’t need to listen to you.”
Benson inched closer, his breath fanning over your heated cheeks. “No, you’re not a dog. You’re a mouse, and you’re stuck in my trap until I say otherwise. You understand?”
You gawked at the sheer audacity, “What makes you think I’m not just going to walk out of here the next time your back is turned?”
His eyebrow cocked and his lips broke into a dark smile that you were embarrassed to admit had heat pooling in your loins.
“I don’t think you’ve got the guts.” He breathed, his knuckles grazing down the side of your towel.
Breathing was hard for you to do in that moment, and your mind raced with a thousand things, but the only thing you kept coming back to was…
Run.
Spinning on your heels, you legged it towards the door. It wasn’t far but everything moved in slow motion as Benson let out a sinister chuckle.
The sound was so dark, so ominous, that ice flooded your veins and you let out a squeal as you dove for the door.
“I do like these little games we play.” He was in your ear as you grabbed the door handle. You yanked at it desperately, the smooth metal slipping through your sweaty fingers before you could get a grip.
Too late, his hands were in your hair, pulling you into him. “Because when I catch you I get to punish you, you naughty girl.”
“Get off me!” You kicked and struggled against him, the towel falling from your body into a pile on the floor. You didn’t care, you just needed to get away from him.
Benson spun you round and pressed you up against the door with his body, pinning your hands effortlessly above your head in one of his as he took in what he could see of your naked body from this new angle.
A low growl escaped him as his eyes roved over you, and you felt a hot flush colour your neck and cheeks.
“Tell me, little mouse… how should I punish you this time?” The hand not pinning yours softly traced over the curve of your collarbone, before trailing down your chest, through the valley of your breasts and hovered above your bellybutton, before his hips obstructed the rest of you where he pinned you to the door.
You couldn’t help the shiver that made its way through you as his eyes shot back to yours.
“I won’t do it again.” You ground out through gritted teeth, wiggling under his hold.
His hips pressed harder into you and you had to suppress a moan.
Benson leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours, “You better learn quickly that you don’t get off with a warning with me. Bad girls get punished, you’ve gotta learn somehow.”
And before you could react, his hand left yours and he threw you over his shoulder.
“Let me down, fucker!” You kicked and squealed, your bare ass facing the ceiling and a flush coating your cheeks.
“As you wish.” He smirked, dropping you into the bed, and you landed with an ‘ooph’, quickly scrambling to cover yourself up with the duvet.
Benson tutted, ripping the duvet from your hands, “Uh-uh-uh, no hiding.”
You replaced the duvet with your hands, embarrassment tainting the fear that threatened to spill over again.
Benson leaned over you, tearing your hands away and re-pinning them above your head as you let out a defeated whimper.
His eyes trailed down your body and his jaw clenched, a deep growl, emanating from his chest.
“Look at you, so perfect.” He hummed, his free hand mimicking its earlier trail down your stomach.
“Please, no-“ you gasped at the contact, but your body deceived you, his touch made you wet, and your nipples hardened to peaks.
“It wouldn’t be punishment if you wanted it, mouse.” He taunted, his lips grazing yours, “but don’t be embarrassed when you find yourself wanting more.”
Without another word, he kissed you hungrily, stealing your breath from your lungs, and his fully clothed body pressed against yours.
His rock hard cock strained against his jeans and pressed into you, and you couldn’t help but roll into him as his teeth tugged at your bottom lip.
That’s it, just pretend you like this. Stay on his good side until you can get help.
But you hated to admit you weren’t pretending, you wanted more of him even though you knew you shouldn’t.
His lips found your pulse point under your ear, which thundered under his tongue, and his free hand squeezed your breast and pinched your nipple between his calloused fingers. You let out a moan, throwing your head back.
“Stop… please…” you breathed, but you didn’t mean it.
Almost as if Benson could sense your desire, he stopped, releasing your hand and hovering over you so his body was no longer pressing into your most sensitive areas.
“As you wish.” He smirked.
“W-what?” You choked, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“You want me to stop, I’ll stop.” He was clearly enjoying this, but you were too proud to admit you desperately wanted him to finish what he started, so you grabbed the duvet and covered yourself, sitting up with cheeks as red as roses.
You glared at him, but you knew the look came across more sheepish than menacing.
Benson readjusted himself through his jeans, clearly uncomfortable himself, but he only smirked back at you playfully.
“Get dressed, we hit the road in 10.”
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- Part 3 Here -
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