Chapter Fourteen

Angela I was still really worried about my neighbors since I was a professor and Ben was a student. He showed up at night and left early in the morning, but that wasn’t enough for me. So, I booked a hotel room for us. It was Friday, so we had the whole weekend, and I texted him the info.

As soon as I was done with my classes, I headed over there. I stopped by the home to shower and get dressed up. This was, technically, the first date like the thing we’d done. I was almost sure we’d just spend the whole weekend in the hotel room fucking, but I was still going out to some swanky hotel with a hot guy, even if he was more than a decade younger.

I’d been going along with this and having fun because I wasn’t thinking too deeply about any of it, and I wasn’t going to start just yet. This was the happiest I’ve been since the divorce, then moving, and I didn't want to give it up to rational thinking just yet. Before then, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with Ben.

Half an hour after I arrived, there was a knock on the door. I’d been pacing around the room, fidgeting with my hair and my dress. It was a slim, red dress that fell to my knees and with a wide neck that draped around my shoulders, showing off my collarbones and some cleavage. I’d bought the dress maybe three years ago to go to a friend’s wedding and never worn it again.

I went to the door and was surprised when I opened it to find red roses in my face.

“Oh!”

Ben lowered the roses so I could see his face, and he was grinning at me.

“Hey. I was actually outside when you texted me, and I bought these on the way.” His eyes ran over my body, eyebrows jumping up. “You look extra beautiful today, Angela. Did you dress up just for me?”

I felt my cheeks warm as I pursed my lips. I had, but there was no way I was going to say that. He didn’t seem like he needed me to say the words, though, as he walked into the room and closed. He looked for a surface to set the roses down on, then took me into his arms. I went willingly, wrapping my arms around his neck with a sigh when he kissed me softly.

Then he pulled away and said something that surprised me.

“My mom is getting remarried.”

“Really?” I hid the surprise away quickly. This was the first time he’d told me something personal, and I’d already told him plenty. “Do you not like the guy?”

He smiled. “No, I’m happy for her. My dad was rich, but the bastard was a total narcissist, and it’s really obvious this new man makes her happy. She wasn’t dressed in black, something she only did when she was married to Dad, but because she was so used to it and had mostly dark colors in her wardrobe, she doesn’t dress in bright colors often. She was in pink today.”

I frowned. “Why would she only wear black?”

Somehow, I doubted his dad was into goth fashion.

He sighed. “He used to say Mom was fat, and black made her look slimmer. She still used to dress in bright colors when I was a kid; then it slowly turned to all black. I’d be happy if she threw all of the black out, even if all she did was switch to grey. It was just nice to see.”

“What a horrible man,” I muttered.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to his chest.

“That is something we both agree on,” he murmured. “When he was out of the picture, I think we were both better off, but Mom couldn’t be happy for a long while.”

We held each other for a long moment, and I wondered if I should have said anything. I didn’t know a lot about comforting other people, and I wasn’t sure he even needed it, so we stayed standing in silence.

After a while, Ben pulled away.

“Enough about them,” he said sternly, but he looked more like he was telling himself that than me. “Tonight is about you and me. What about play time? I’ve been looking forward to it.”

He grinned, going back to his usual self.

“Well, I did kind of enjoy the spanking,” I admitted slowly.

I partly said it to distract him, but it wasn’t a lie. I didn’t think I ever would be into something like that, but it had been kind of hot. I also loved how my ass burned for a long while after that and I would remember what he did to me every time I sat down or walked and my skirt rubbed against my bare cheeks and felt the sting.

Ben grinned. “I liked it, too, so how about I do it again? We’ve got total privacy here. You won't say no this time, right?”

I didn’t answer, but my body already trembled in anticipation. Fuck, I didn’t know how he did it, but my body reacted to his words and actions so readily, like we’d been together for the longest time, even though it had only been a couple of weeks.

Still holding onto me, Ben turned us around and slowly walked me backwards, until I hit the arm of the sofa. He pecked my lips, before he turned me around. I was trembling as I bent over the sofa, in a mix of fear and anticipation.

When I was younger, I hated pain. Neither of my parents ever hit me, Mom was too sweet, and Dad wasn’t that attentive, but there was this aunt that would look after me when I was a kid that would spank me sometimes when I annoyed her. She was Dad’s older sister, and she passed away before I finished high school.

So it had been a total surprise to me when I wasn’t resentful when he spanked me, even though I’d gone along willingly when he did it. Also, he was younger than me, and I had a thing about giving others any leeway to control me. This was just another form of control, wasn’t it, so why did I allow it? I was letting him control my pain and my pleasure. And he did it so fucking well.

He stood close enough that I could feel his body heat, but he didn’t touch me. Slowly, he slid up my dress until he had it around my hips. I closed my eyes and waited, and when I felt the slap of his hand on my ass, I yelped.

Ben chuckled. “You really are into this, huh? You’re even wearing a thong.”

I bit my lip and moaned when he grabbed my cheeks and spread them. It burned where he’d slapped my ass, and little shivers worked their way through my body. I was aroused, and I was surprised at myself yet again.

“I found them in the back of my stuff,” I said, sounding a little breathless. Then I groaned. “Please don’t stop.”

Immediately, I felt another slap, this one focused on my right cheek, and another on my left cheek. There was just numbness for a second before the flesh started to burn. Ben caressed the skin roughly, and I moaned. My nipples were hard, rubbing against the fabric of the dress. I’d worn it without a bra because the fabric was so thick. Ben delivered a few more smacks, and my body rocked forward with each one. I was panting, eyes stinging with tears when he stopped again.

“You know,” he said, sounding conversational. “I noticed it before, but I didn’t say anything because we didn’t have a lot of time. You’re so pale, but you blush really easily.”

Again, he spread my cheeks, and I moaned, burying my face in the cushions. No matter how calm he sounded, I could hear the strain in his voice. Ben definitely liked what he was doing to me.

“Ben,” I whimpered. “Hurry.”

He groaned, and a few more slaps fell on my cheeks. His breathing was rough behind me, and he would stop with every couple of slaps to caress my round ass. His hand became rougher the more he excited he got, the more I whimpered and begged for more. Even though the pain was definitely there, ecstasy rode behind it, and I wondered if I could come like this because I was already so close.

I shrieked, the sound muffled in the cushions when he gave me two last, hard smacks, then stopped. My ass burned, the cushion was wet with my tears, and I kept sniffling, but I felt floaty and satisfied, even though I hadn't orgasmed yet.

“Let’s get you to the bed,” Ben said when his breathing calmed down.

I relied on his hands as he raised me up because my legs were trembling. Then, he ducked down, tucked an arm behind my knees and wrapped the other around my back before he lifted me up, and we headed for the bedroom.