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Ben gets stressed out by work quite a bit.
Rey’s asked him before how he usually blew off steam before they got together. And he’d just shrugged and told her that the gym in the basement of the apartment building was usually sufficient. Sometimes some mindless TV had been able to get his mind off of things. Most of the time, he’d just find himself stewing in his feelings and coming up with creative and often sadistic ways to make opposing counsel’s life a living hell.
Now, though. It’s different now.
Now he has her.
Ben growls and shoves her down onto his desk, palm flat against the center of her back. It plasters her front against his endless stacks of important paperwork - all of his meticulous piles are gonna get messed up under her stomach. Under the swells of her tits. Why doesn’t he seem to give a shit? She thought it was work he was stressed about .
He leans his weight down onto the hand splayed across her back to pin her in place. Rey huffs out a breath and squirms underneath him when she hears his belt buckle clink. His zipper pulls down. Fabric rustles as he pulls his thick cock out of his slacks. She’s almost naked against his desk. Rey had been wearing his favorites when she walked in here to check on him. One of his big t-shirts, slipping down one shoulder to show her collarbone, and a delicate pair of lace panites that he was allowed to tear off of her. There was a new addition, though. A pair of cozy thigh high socks.
Those are the only things he’s let her keep on.
Ben pushes into her on one brutal thrust that has her crying out for him. Her hands scrabble for the wooden edge at her hips as he sends her up the desk. His size isn’t new to her. It hasn’t been in a long while. But fuck if he can’t knock the breath out of her when he wants to.
And with the mood he’s in, he wants to.
“You’re ruining my paperwork, sweetness.” He coos as he starts up a punishing rhythm with his hips. The contrast between the gentle tone of his voice and the roughness of his body is making her head spin. “If anything is out of place, I’m gonna have to punish you. You don’t want that, do you?”
When Ben has a particularly horrible day at work, whether it be from court not going in his favor, to dealing with other lawyers he can’t stand, he needs to channel his frustration somewhere or he’ll break all their plates. She thinks it’s how he got so fit - sitting in the gym in the basement huffing through chest compressions, thinking his murderous thoughts as he sweated his way to exhaustion.
He doesn’t go down there as often anymore. He’s found that the best way to blow off steam is to hold her down and fuck it out.
Rey’s eyes cross as he gives it to her hard, pinning her to the desk by the back of the neck now as his fingers leave bruises against her hip.
It isn’t fair. He’s the one messing up his own paperwork. He’s using her like she’s his favorite toy - how is she supposed to help it?
“This cute little cunt is gonna come around me before I finish, or I’m adding ten.”
Rey whines and squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on that thread of heat twisting in her gut. She’s already gonna get at least five for the mess under her on his desk (even if it’s his fault) and he takes way too much pleasure in drawing it out. On days like this, he delights in fucking her and filling her, bending her over his lap and cracking his palm against her ass, watching it jiggle and watching his come leak out of her as he does it. She already knows exactly how this is gonna go. He’ll torture her by hanging her release over her head, make her writhe and beg and cry. And then he’ll be hard and ready to do it all over again.
He’s always in a mean vicious mood when he loses a case. That must be what happened.
Ben moans, long and loud, and she tries to hold her breath so she won’t make any noise. He gets off on her whimpering for him, moaning as he drives into her. She won’t let him have the satisfaction.
Come on. You can do it. Focus. Come all over his cock.
“Doesn’t matter.” He growls as he hammers into her. Fuck, she’s seeing stars. She might actually be able to do it the first round this time. It’s so close she can almost close her fingers around it. “I’m gonna come so fucking hard. Gonna fill up this pussy and watch it all drip out. While you - ngh - while you beg me to fuck you all over again -”
Rey gasps, jolting and sucking in air every time his hips send her further up the desk. Her cheek is stuck to a document marked important . Ten more are currently plastered to her belly from sweat as Ben continues using her body for his pleasure.
Fuck, it makes her feel like a thing of his - something he can take out of his drawer and use whenever he wants to.
Focus.
His cock feels so good. So thick and big, stretching your pussy so tight, giving it to you so hard. He’s using you like a cocksleeve. Fucking you like a doll.
“I’m gonna -” he groans, hips slamming into her even faster. “God, I’m gonna fucking come. Gonna come in this tight little cunt.”
He’s gonna give it to you so good. Gonna pump you full of come while you squeeze around his cock, fuck you through it and just keep pushing it deeper. Till you can’t take anymore. And then he’ll give you more anyway.
So close. Her walls squeeze around him, stretched wide as he stuffs her full. Almost there - she’s almost there -
Ben curses and buries himself into her on one last vicious stroke of his hips. She feels warmth bloom deep in her belly, his come taking up every last bit of space inside as he huffs from where he’s leant over her. His tie brushes against her spine. He’s still fully dressed. He could go back into work at a second’s notice and only have to tuck himself back in and zip up his pants. She doesn’t know why that gets her so hot.
Rey frantically rocks her hips, trying to let the feeling of his release push her off that precipice. He’s so warm and big, so solid against the backs of your thighs, finding his pleasure inside of you and flooding you with his come -
“Nice try.” He chuckles unkindly, still a little breathless as he pulls out of her. Rey whines. “I know what you’re doing, sweetness. You already lost. No trying to cheat.”
“You’re such a dick.” She grouses as her fingers spasm against the edge of the desk. She feels wet and messy between her thighs. Used. She shivers.
Ben just snorts and uses his thumbs to spread her lips apart for him, watching as his come leaks out of her. “You knew I was a lawyer when you married me. It’s kind of a dead giveaway.”
Then he is scooping her up, cradling her against him like something precious as he falls back onto the couch in his office. He situates her face down across his lap, ass in the air, and rubs his wide palm up and down the back of her thigh. Contemplating. She can feel the band of his Rolex catch on her thigh high every few passes.
Rey squeezes her eyes shut. Her legs, too. She bites her lip.
“Let’s see.” Ben coos, fingers deceptively soft against her pebbled skin. “Ten for not coming like I told you to. Another five for ruining my paperwork.” Rey opens her mouth to argue, but is silenced by his hand cracking against her ass. “And another five for letting so much of this drip out.” He glides his fingers up the molten seam of her, gathering his spend and stuffing it back inside on one long push. She is panting now. She just wants to come. His fingers are so thick.
“That’s not fair.” She whines, squirming in his hold. His wet fingers grip at her thigh, but it doesn’t stop her. “You - you -”
“Me.” He agrees blissfully, pinching her so she’ll part her legs. So she’ll let him see what he’s done to her. “You know what to do. Count them out, or we start over.”
Then his wide palm is meeting her ass again.
“Two.” Rey groans.
He tsks and squeezes one supple cheek in his grip. “The first one didn’t count, baby. Try again. From one.”
Rey sputters, but receives her next slap anyway. “That isn’t - I -” When she looks over her shoulder at him, he just raises a dark brow. His grin curls up along his face like he’s begging her to defy him. “One.”
“Good girl.” He hums, smoothing his hand along the faint sting.
He’s merciless. But he always is during his moods. He lands hit after hit on her surely bruised ass, smiling all the while as he gently shushes her anytime she whines. The skin feels hot and tight like a sunburn. He keeps stopping every few slaps to plunge a finger into her sopping cunt.
“God, you’re so wet.” He marvels, crooking his finger up and sending her into a fit. “So wet from your spanking.”
“No!” She argues, burying her face in the cushion by his hip. Angry and wound up. “You were literally just fucking me. You came inside me.”
“Hm. Those sound like excuses. Do you want me to add more?” His hand cracks down against her ass again, and she jolts.
“Ngh - seventeen. No, I don’t.”
“Tell your loving husband that you’re sorry, then.”
Rey grinds her teeth together. His next smack is harder. “Fuck! Eighteen. Fine - I’m sorry, I’m sorry .”
“There we go.” He presses his palm up the curve of her cheek, soothing the sting. “That’s my good little wife.”
She counts out nineteen just as tears are starting to well up at the corners of her eyes. But she can’t let him see her cry. He would like it too much.
On twenty, her last one, the little hiccup in her voice gives her away. But Ben is too distracted to notice.
“ Fuck.” He bites out on a breath. “Thank god.”
Ben hauls her up, Rey’s back to his chest and thighs framing his. He fumbles with his pants, freeing himself again to bump against the crease of her thigh. He’s hard, the tip of him already ruddy and wet. He moans when he rubs it through her folds, feeling his own come roll down his shaft. It’s obscene. “Need to fuck you again.” He tells her desperately, hands rough and needy against her thigh and hip. Then he is pulling her down, impaling her on his cock as his teeth sink into the meat of her shoulder.
She keens, back arching up against his wide chest. When he’s fully sheathed, coated in all the come he’s already given her, he lets out a shaky relieved sigh.
“Yes, baby. Yes.”
“Ben.”
“What is it, sweetheart?” His hips start up a slow rolling rhythm. Almost lazy. It’s nothing like the way he was fucking into her before. She doesn’t know which one she wants more.
“Please. I wanna come. I need to - please -”
“Shhh.” His big hands clamp down around her ribcage, using his grip to pull her up and down the length of him. Like a ragdoll. Like a toy. “I know what you need.”
Rey wriggles in his hold, but it only makes him squeeze tighter. She thinks she’ll have bruises in the shape of his fingers after this. The thought only makes her burn hotter for him.
“My sweet little wife. So desperate for her husband’s cock. Hm?” He grinds his hips up on the next push, and the pressure against her g spot has her crying out for him. “Been gone at work all day. Left you all alone in our apartment on your day off. Already fucked you once and it just wasn’t enough, was it?”
“You didn’t let me come the first time,” Rey grouses as she feels his lips sucking a hickey into her neck.
Ben chuckles and moves her faster, tipping her hips forward again as he does. Probably to shut her up. He hits that spot again, and it sends her spiraling up into mindlessness. She chokes out a gasp.
“Yeah, that’s it, isn’t it?” Ben mumbles under her jaw. “Your husband has a big cock, doesn’t he? Tell him how much you love his big cock.”
“Oh fuck - it’s good - it’s so good -” She’s gonna fucking kill him. She doesn’t know if she wants to come or die first, the pressure inside her is so frantic. She will say anything to convince him to let her come already. He probably knows it, too. “I love my husband’s big cock.”
I wanna come all over it so badly it hurts.
He groans, fucking up into her harder. She has to grip at his hands where they’re clasped around her to keep her balance. He loves it when she moans for him, but he loves it even more when she talks dirty. Rey is usually just so bad at it - too in her head, too unsure about what sounds stupid and what doesn’t - it’s why he resorts to such heavy handed prompting. But - Jesus. Maybe if she can get him to shake some of that unflappable control, she can finally get him to let her -
“Ben,” she gasps at a particularly rough shove of his hips. “I - ah - I love you. I love this thick fucking cock. I love when you fuck me with it and make me come all over it.”
Her cheeks are burning. Ben growls underneath her, banding one arm around her waist and the other under one knee. He leads her to plant her foot on the couch beside his thigh, and his next thrust up is devastating.
“Ben, please - please - I’ll be so good. I-I’ll be so good for my husband while he fucks me full of his come.”
Fuck, she can start to feel it building. It’s right fucking there. It’s -
Ben groans and stops. His teeth sink into her shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, but it’s a near thing.
“I want a divorce.” Rey grates out.
He pulls back, like he’s in a daze. “What?”
“If you fuck up my orgasm one more goddamned time. I want a divorce. I’m not kidding.”
Ben barks a laugh, and Rey wants to punch him in his stupid perfect face.
“My wife is so grumpy today.” He coos, delighted, leaning forward to hunch over her as he grinds his hips up. “Why could that be?”
Rey’s mouth opens to yell at him, but then he’s quickly pinching her clit between his fingers. Surprisingly nimble, for how blunt they are. Air catches in her lungs.
“Is this what you wanted, darling?” His fingertips swirl between her legs. It makes every synapsis in her brain misfire. Her skin erupts in goosebumps. A cry lodges itself in her throat. “All you had to do was ask, baby. Of course I’ll make you come.”
Strangulation. She thinks that’s how she’d like to do it. It’s the most personal way to kill someone, she’s read. She could look into his big brown eyes and see the exact second he realized he fucked up.
He works his hips up in earnest then, like he really is the dutiful husband he’s playing at. And to be fair to him, Ben is. Always. In every aspect of their lives. He’s just so horrible when work gets him frustrated.
“That’s it,” he sighs, kicking her legs out wider as he slouches down for more leverage. “My wife is such a good little hole for me to fuck. Has the tightest wettest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of being inside. Drives me crazy.” His fingers keep their lazy rhythm, two fingers tracing broad circles between her legs. “I wanna come. Wanna let your cute little pussy make me come. Do you think you can finish before me?”
She hears the grin suffuse the end of his sentence. Like melting butter.
“Ben.” She growls.
He chuckles darkly. Breathlessly. Lets it taper off into a moan.
It’s right there at the edges of her pleasure, dipping in and out of sight. Her release. It’ll be devastating, if only she can get her grip around it. Ben’s fingers are consistent, but slow. If she begs him to fuck her faster, that’s just faster that he can be able to come and start this whole torturous process over again. Fuck.
“Hope that orgasm is worth your marriage.” Rey bites, squeezing her eyes shut so she can focus. “I want the TV in the divorce. And the purple mattress.”
“I think I’ll be able to convince you to keep me around.” His teeth graze against her ear and she shudders. “Especially if you have the mattress.”
His cock is sliding against that spot again. Rey can feel static gathering in her limbs, bursting at the base of her skull. She desperately rocks her hips forward into his patient fingers.
“Ah, Ben, don’t stop - don’t stop - please don’t stop -”
“Fuck, baby, you’re getting so tight. Can’t hold on. Gonna give this little cunt so much come -”
It’s a race. She’s always had a competitive streak, but so has he. Ben’s made a living out of his…
But Rey is determined to pound him into the dust this time.
She hefts herself up with her legs, dropping down onto him with her full weight. It drives him in hard at just the right angle. Forces his fingers to slip against her in a firm uncontrolled swipe upwards. He groans out, right against her ear, and then she’s fucking coming. All over his cock in desperate wet spasms of her inner muscles. She soaks the front of his nice slacks. She squeezes around his cock until his moans sound pained.
Rey is light as air. She might never come back down to the ground. She might spiral up forever.
“Rey, fuck.” Ben grates out. He fucks up into her once, twice, three more times. And then he’s coming hard. She can feel it inside her, how heavily he twitches against her front wall, how warmly and wetly and excessively he fills her. His hands are shaking against her hips. They’re pulling her down onto him as far as they physically can, pushing his hips up like it’s still not close enough.
When he collapses back against the couch, hauling her back to lay flat on top of him, Ben kisses her cheek. She can feel his eyelashes brush against her skin.
“You’re not really leaving me, are you?”
Rey rolls her eyes. The fucking nerve of this man.
“I’m still thinking about it.” She answers. His chest bounces once under her. He wraps her up in his arms, squeezing tight, before using his hands to lift her back to sitting straight up. She looks at him over her shoulder, still prone against the cushions. Ben grins at her, and then he’s using those big hands of his to lift her hips up, sliding her off of him. They both shiver.
“What -”
She blushes as she feels the evidence of his desire dripping out of her. There’s a lot of it. It’s sticky on her thigh, a mess atop his already stained slacks. Ben runs a finger through it and brings it up to her mouth. Presses it past her lips.
“That’s a lot of my come that you’re letting leak out of you, sweetness.” He purrs, finger flexing as her tongue curls around it. “I’m gonna have to add five.”