Sherry's Story

Chapter 10: The Morning After

A/N: Sorry for the long time between updates—to be honest, I had all but abandoned this story. This chapter is dedicated to wannabanauthor whose praise and review encouraged me to continue.

This chapter contains strong M/F and oral content.

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After a while, Ben stretched and yawned so widely that his jaw cracked. “Man, it’s been a hell of a night.”

I smiled and got up, intending on going to bed.

“And just where do you think you’re goin’?” Ben asked, lazily sipping the last dregs of his bourbon.

“To bed. It’s late. Or early, depending how you look at it.”

“Have you forgotten something?” My fiancé drawled. There was a slow, sexy smile on his face and my knees nearly buckled. He was clearly up to something.

“What do you mean?” I said, giving every impression of innocence. By now, I knew that when Ben smiled like that, he had something sexual on his mind.

“I made a promise to you tonight. In the funhouse. Now do you remember?”

I certainly did. He had promised to fuck me in every fun way there was. “But it’s so late,” I said coyly. “Can’t it wait until morning?”

“It is morning, and no, I can’t wait. Or should I say, I won’t wait. You had your fun. Now it’s time for mine.” With no effort whatsoever, he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder. I had visions of Neanderthal cavemen from long ago doing this to women they wanted to fuck. It looked like it was my turn.

In less time than I thought possible, we were in the bedroom. Ben kicked the door shut behind him. He laid me on the bed and leaned over me. I giggled. “Please be gentle with me.”

“Not tonight,” Ben growled. I gasped at the brazen note of lust in his voice but I wasn’t the least bit afraid. I knew in my heart that Ben would never consciously hurt me. Instead, I had been hoping for this: that he would take me like a man who can’t control his passions to possess the woman he loves. In all our times together, Ben had always holding himself back for fear of hurting me. Tonight, he would throw off the imaginary shackles of restraint he had imposed upon himself and fuck me into the mattress.

I could feel the heat already pooling between my legs at the thought.

The room was dark and I couldn’t see what he was doing but I could hear him rummaging about in a drawer. A chuckle and a whispered “got it!” told me that he’d found what he was looking for.

“What are you doing--oh!” I gasped as I felt him take my wrists in his hand and stretch it out over my head, securing them to the headboard. I tried not to laugh as I figured out that he was carrying his threat of tying me to the bed. After he was done with my hands, he moved down the bed and tied one ankle to the bedpost. Ben repeated the process until my legs were strung up between the bedposts. I was completely helpless. I tested the strength of his bonds but they did not give.

“You’re in for it now,” he whispered.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “There is one problem with your evil plan, sir,” I said. “I’m still dressed.”

“Not for long,” came the response. He filled his fist with the fabric of my blouse and with one movement, ripped it off me.

“Hey! I need those clothes!”

“Not tonight you won’t. Besides, I’ll buy you some tomorrow.”

There was a sharp tearing of the cloth and when the night air touched my skin, I felt goosebumps race across my flesh. However, ripping my skirt wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. Growling in frustration, Ben simply hitched it above my hips and I swore I heard him chuckle when he ripped my soaked panties off. He touched my cunt, smearing his fingers in my juices. I could hear him lick his fingers.

“Nope. Not yet. Still a ways to go before you’re done.” I wasn’t sure if I was offended at him comparing me to a choice cut of meat that wasn’t fully cooked to his liking. “You see, Sherry,” Ben said as he continued to stroke my slit, “when you get wet, and I mean really wet, your juices are as sweet as honey.”

“But I am wet!”

“Yeah you are, but not enough for my purpose.”

All kinds of sensual ideas flashed across my active brain: what was he going to do to me? How wet did I have to be before he’d take action?

Desire raced across my body in tremors of anticipation. It was aggravating, lying there in the pitch-blackness, unable to see what he was up to. All I could go on was by what I heard.

I felt the heat of his mouth surround my fingers and I trembled. He suckled my fingers as if each one were a delectable morsel he could not get enough of. I could feel him raise his mouth over my wrist and he began to kiss my arm, working his way down.

I whimpered as I felt tiny sparks of desire race across my skin as he nibbled my shoulder. My breathing was faster now and with a growl, Ben bit down on the sensitive area between my neck and shoulder. I writhed, desperately trying to arch my body against his but I couldn’t move very far. The ties that bound me bit into my wrists and ankles but I didn’t care.

“Please, oh God, please…” I was ashamed at the pleading note in my voice. I could feel my nipples tighten and tingle. I could feel the scorching heat of his mouth over every inch of my breasts except my nipples. I tried arching my back and moving my body so that his mouth was close to them, but he chuckled at my efforts.

“Please what?”

“Suckle me!”

“And what do I get if I do?” He was in complete control of the situation and we both knew it. But I knew what men liked the most in bed--or out of it.

“I’ll deep-throat you,” I said. If he could tease me to near insanity with his tongue, I could do the same with words. “I’ll take your balls in my mouth and nibble on them. Then I slowly will lick your cock from the base to the tip like it was a lollipop. After I’m done tasting you, I’ll—”

“Less talk, more action!” Ben growled. It was too dark for Ben to see my smug smirk. Score one for me, I thought. I could hear him unzip his fly and remove his pants before he moved to the head of the bed.

With a knee on either side of my head, he positioned himself over me. I did all I promised and then some—when I added suction to draw the pre-cum from the tip, he started to move faster and deeper inside of my mouth. He was fucking my face in every sense of the word. It was only by relaxing my throat completely that I was able to take him all the way inside. His breathing was harsh and ragged and I could tell he was close to coming. And coming in my mouth was not part of his plans.

He withdrew from the bed and even though I couldn’t see him, I knew Ben was trying to get his breath back. I whimpered when I felt him take my nipple into his mouth. I tried to suppress a shriek of pleasure when he used his teeth by grating them ever so slightly across my peak. It wasn’t painful—I wanted more.

I was so wet by now, I was sure that I was soaking the mattress.

As if Ben could read my mind, he put his hand between my legs, and lazily ran his fingers down the length of my now-soaked slit. I tried to move against his hand but Ben continued to touch me with only his fingertips. I moaned when he put one then two of his fingers inside me. He curled them upward until he was stroking my g-spot.

“Don’t do this to me. Let me come!” I was a little angry with myself for reacting exactly the way he wanted but I didn’t care. All that mattered was what was happening between my legs. Any coherent thought left my head when he took my clit in his mouth and began suckling it. As he did with my nipple, he scraped his stubbly chin across the sensitive bud. It wasn’t painful; if I had to describe what I was feeling, I would have said it was pleasurable pain.

I strained to get free of my bonds but no matter what I did, nothing worked. Ben had been telling the truth when he said he knew a thing or two about tying people up. Damn him! What I wanted to do more than anything was clamp my legs around his head so he couldn’t move and I could finally climax.

But neither happened. Ben simply would not touch or lick me hard or long enough for me to come.

He positioned his body between my legs. I hissed sharply when I felt his body on mine and his cock was buried to the hilt inside of me. Ben deepdicked me until I was sure my butt was going to hit the floor through the mattress. His pace was horribly slow and I could feel lust begin to grow inside me. Even though I couldn’t move my hips very far, I began to thrust against him. When he pulled his cock out of me as suddenly as he had entered, I whined in frustration.

“I'm just getting started, kiddo. I’m gonna make you really beg for it.”

And he did. For what seemed like hours, he licked, nibbled, and suckled my clit, nipples, and neck until I thought I was going to go mad. And the more I begged and pleaded to be allowed to come, Ben only intensified his efforts to drive me insane by not allowing it. I knew he was savouring every moment of my torment.

“Now, you’re finally ready.” Ben said. He moved upward and drew me closer to his face. With a loud slurping sound, he licked me clean. “Just the way I like it. You are so sweet. Just like honey…” He growled and latched onto my clit. After so much teasing and tormenting, it didn’t take me long to come.

Not caring about anything, I screamed and my body bucked wildly as wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure flooded my body. Ben tightened his grip on my hips and held on for the ride.

I was extremely sensitive after my climax. I hissed and tensed as he continued to suckle at my clit but he was so gentle, I felt no discomfort. I came back down to earth slowly.

As soon as I had regained my breath, Ben fucked me hard; so hard in fact, that I thought my head was going to break through the headboard with each thrust. Grunting and groaning on top of me, Ben took me like an animal consumed by the overpowering desire to mate.

His thrusts become more erratic and forceful until he groaned, his entire body shuddering as his hot seed spewed inside my cunt, filling me.

As soon as he untied me, I rubbed at my wrists and ankles which had gone numb. I wiggled out of my skirt and tossed it on the floor. I flopped back down on the bed, encased in the heavenly protection of my fiancé’s strong arms.

We slept until nearly dawn and then made love again.

It was almost as intense as the first time and this time, I wasn’t tied up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust into me, hard and fast and I shrieked when I came. I dug my nails into Ben’s back, clawing at him like an out-of-control wildcat. As soon as one orgasm hit me, another one enveloped my body until I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

My body was pleasantly numb and still trying to collect my breath, I reached out for the warmth of Ben’s body. I reached up to touch his face. “That was…incredible.”

“And just think, we have the rest of our lives to improve on it.”

I was about to answer when I heard a pounding on the apartment door.

“Aw, who the hell could that be at this goddamn hour?” Ben snapped.

A rush of gut-wrenching fear twisted at my insides. All kinds of thoughts went through my head and all of them were bad: The cops had found my Uncle Tom. They were at the door, coming to take Ben away. I would never see him again.

“No!” I screamed, clutching frantically at his arms. “What are we going to do?”

Ben hugged me. “I told ya last night, I took care of him.” By the light of the rising sun, I watched with apprehension as Ben began to dress. He tucked his gun into the back of his pants. He squared his broad shoulders and went to answer the door. I couldn’t sit in bed and do nothing. I grabbed a sheet to cover myself and stole to the living room.

It wasn’t the police at the door, it was Richard. Relief and exhaustion made me weak at the knees. Everything was fine. But before I could go and greet Richard, I had to get dressed.

I grumbled to myself as I picked up the remains of my blouse. Goddamn it, what the hell was I going to wear now? It’s not like I had a whole closet full of clothes at the apartment. After carefully inspecting my skirt, I decided it was still salvageable. Wearing the blouse, however, was out of the question. I decided to wear one of Ben’s shirts. Until I picked the garments up, I didn’t realize that Ben had ripped my brassiere and panties. Now I found myself in the uncomfortable dilemma of not being able to wear anything under my clothes. I hoped no one would notice.

“There she is!” Richard’s hearty voice boomed out when I made my appearance in the living room. Before I knew what was happening, Richard had taken me in his arms and was giving me a bear hug. He looked at me with a glint in his eyes when he discovered I wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Don’t ask,” I muttered and tried not to smile when Richard winked at me.

“Hey, break it up you two!” Ben scolded playfully. “Besides, she belongs to me now, so take care where you put those hands of yours, Rich!”

Richard looked down at me. “When he came over to my place last night, the big oaf told me what he was planning. What answer did you give? Are you going to make an honest man out of that reprobate, or what?”

I grinned from ear to ear. “I said yes, Richard. I’m going to marry him.”

Richard took my left hand in his and looked down at the bare third finger. “What? No ring? Ben, you’d better get one before the girl comes to her senses! C’mon, let’s get a move on, the day’s wasting!”

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The day passed in a whirlwind of shopping and dining. I made Ben pay dearly for ripping my clothes from the night before. It got to the point where I was sure all of my new clothes would take up the entire bedroom in the apartment. Not to mention the shoes, handbags, and new furniture! Whatever I wanted, I got.

When we got to the lingerie shop, I shooed both men away but not before taking a wad of bills from Ben. “What I get in here is none of your business,” I stated, wagging my finger at my future husband. I took my time and when I finally came out, they were waiting for me.

“Will I get to see what you bought?” he asked, a leer twisting his face as he poked inside the bag.

“If you behave yourself, you might,” I said, slapping his hand away from the lacy negligees and other assorted items I bought. “Then again, you might not.”

“You didn’t seem to mind me not behaving this morning.” He licked his lips in a suggestive manner.

I could feel a hot blush rise up from my neck. Richard was watching both of us with a raised eyebrow. I wasn’t going to fill him in on what Ben had done to me but something told me that Richard had had an idea.

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Ben and I were yawning when we got back to his—our--apartment. It had been a long day. Since we didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before, we were too tired to do anything other than cuddle in bed.

“I know we didn’t get a ring for you today. That’s because I already had one in mind.” Ben opened a drawer to the nightstand and took out a small black velvet box. Shyly, he opened it. Inside was a gold wedding band. It was plain as plain can be, but I loved it.

“This belonged to my mom. Before she died, she gave it to my dad to give to me when I got married. I know it’s not much to look at, but I hope you like it.” Ben put the ring on the third finger of my left hand.

It was perfect.