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"Ben, you need to stop this," Beatrice cried out, struggling to snatch away her hand, Ben had a firm grip on as he began to drag her towards the room.

Beatrice tried to walk properly on the heels she put on and avoid having a broken or sprained ankle with the way her legs gave away wobbly, even the gown she wore doesn't seem to be of help presently because they were tight at the knee area.

She didn't even get to grab, her clutches, and it won't be funny if her Samsung 22 ultra smartphone goes missing... She will make sure Ben get her a new one cause of his freaking attitude.

'What the hell is wrong with him?' She thought, breathing in deeply as Ben unlocked the door and pulled her inside.

He pushed her next to the wall as he closed the door with his other hand immediately.

Beatrice tried to talk, but no words could form in her mouth, and all she could do was just stare at Ben's face.

"Let me go," Beatrice said lowly, more in a pleading tone.

She was in the right state of mind now, and she wasn't pretty sure if she had any energy left to start screaming at Ben.

Ben moved closer to her, pressing his body next to hers as she got tensed immediately, then he let go of her wrist and stared deeply into her eyes.

"Why are you acting this way?" Beatrice asked, gazing into his face... His blue eyes were still dark, showing he was still infuriated.

"You made me act this way," He answered, his voice deep, and every word which dropped from his mouth caused Beatrice to shudder.

"I didn't make you act insanely, you are like this because you wanted to," Beatrice shot at him and Ben's face creased with annoyance, his brows knitted together in fury, and pressed his body harder against her, squeezing her to the wall.

Beatrice gasped, placing her palms on his broad chest and trying to push him away to create some space, but he caged her even more and Beatrice was forced to glare into his face.

"You still don't get," Ben chuckled, which sounded dangerous, his lips parted slightly as his lower lips curled in a sneer.

"Get what?" Beatrice questioned, tilting her head to the side skeptically.

Her attitude was driving him crazy, and staring at her face and lips wanted Ben to just throw her on the bed and do evil things to her body that will leave her wanting more.

"You are mine, Beatrice, fucking mine!" Ben growled, leaning his face closer to hers.

Beatrice scoffed, a dry hiss coming out of her lips, as she made contact with Ben's eyes without having a blink.

"Do I need to get it through your thick skulls that you and I are not a thing? And stop claiming me as yours," Beatrice shouted at him.

"We've talked about this before, for heaven's sake, and you agreed to that, remember?" Beatrice shrieked in frustration.

"You even ignored me for a while and I thought everything is fine now, what exactly is your problem?"

She was getting angry from all the frustration he was giving her, and she wanted to slap him so badly, but she declined to do that.

She was tired and right now, she hoped everything happening was just a dream, and she would wake up from this nightmare.

Ben's gaze grew darker, "Just because I respected your wish doesn't mean you should be whoring around," He uttered and Beatrice's eyes grew wider with rage, and without thinking twice she slapped Ben hard across the face.

"Wait! What?"

"Me whore around?" Beatrice asked in disbelief, she wasn't expecting him to say something so mean and degrading to her.

She always respected her levels and standards and not anyhow men got to be in touch with her, she was very picky in her choice taste of men.

"How dare you!" She screamed at him, placing both of her hands on Ben's chest and putting all the strength in her arms she pushed him away from her, even though the distance between them wasn't much their bodies weren't colliding with each other currently.

"Are you crazy?"

"Or you are just jealous, and you have no fucking right to say those outrageous words to me,"

"Then letting him touch you like a cheap thing is, right?" Ben roared at her and Beatrice slapped him again, even harder than before that her palms hurt badly.

Right now, she doesn't care whether he was her boss or not, what he said hurt her so badly.

Hot tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall as she repeatedly batted her eyelashes together.

"What I do is none of your business, Ben, you don't own me, and you don't get to control my life," Beatrice fired at him, pointing her index finger at him like she was giving him a warning and death threat.

"There's nothing wrong with me, being familiar with another man or dancing with anyone I want to, it's my life, and I'll do whatever I want with it," She said firmly.

Ben nodded precariously and placed his palm next to his face where Beatrice had just slapped, and chuckled and scoffed at the same time.

Beatrice stared at him, wondering what was going on with him, when Ben stared her way and she swallowed the heavy lump in her throat.

"I don't own you, I don't get to control you," Ben laughed as if everything Beatrice just uttered was just a mere chit-chat talk that should not be taken seriously.

Beatrice inhaled sharply just staring at him, he was seriously getting on her nerves.

Ben moved closer to her, "Stop!" Beatrice ordered, stretching her arm out and stopping him with her palm.

"Don't come any closer," She told him, while Ben just smirked and moved closer to her until her palm was touching his chest.

"Do you think I'm that easy to run from?" Ben asked with a taunting voice.

Ben brought his arm up and grabbed Beatrice palm, bringing her hand down as he covered the distance between them.

"Be-Ben!" Beatrice started her voice was beginning to sound shaking, he was making her weak, and she doesn't think she could put up acting strong all the time.

"I don't want to sl--"

"Slap me?" Ben interrupted as Beatrice stopped herself from talking, she was out of words.

"Come on, slap me!" Ben told her, tilting his head to the side and leaving her hand alone.

"Slap me, I see you've gotten used to it," He dared her, but Beatrice just stared at him, a strange feeling running through her.

Beatrice didn't move or say anything, and Ben smirked again.

"You know I can control you when and how I want to, and I think it's time for me to make you stop being all tough," 

"What do you mean?" Beatrice asked, her heart beating fast and blood running through her veins at a high speed.

"Firstly, you are going to pay for these two slaps," He said icily, his eyes were deadpanned serious as he wrapped his arm around Beatrice's waist pulling her closer to him.

"Secondly, you are getting punished tonight,"

"Ben!" Beatrice whimpered, placing her hands on his wide shoulder, trying to push him away, but he tightened his arm around her waist, keeping her in place.

Ben's left arm moved up to the back of Beatrice, and he found her zip.

"What are yo-you doing?" Beatrice asked in a shaky voice as she tried to free herself from Ben, but his arm tightened around her waist, and he stared deeply into her eyes.

His hand slowly zipped down her dress as he maintained eye contact with her, then his gaze lowered to her lips and back to her eyes.

Beatrice incautiously wet her lower lips by darting out her tongue and wetting her lips.

Ben leaned closer to her, until their faces were inches apart from each other and their head slowly tilted to the side.

Beatrice gulped as she stared at Ben through her lashes and her gaze also fell back to his lips which were tempting her badly.

Ben leaned closer and caught her lips with his, and Beatrice closed her eyes immediately as she began moving her lips along with his, she slowly pulled down her hands, pressing her palm on his chest while Ben pressed her body closer to his.

Beatrice knew her body was her sworn enemy and traitor, acting without her brain's permission. Especially considering what has just happened between her and Ben.

That annoying voice in her mind tried to interject. 'Are you seriously going to let your hormones get the best of you when you two just fought, and you just slapped him twice?'

But when Ben deepened the kiss and got the chance to slide his tongue into her mouth, his slight stubble scratching against her chin most deliciously, her brain shut up entirely.

Beatrice moaned lowly when she got filled with the taste of him, pressed up to every inch of him, suddenly Beatrice wrapped her hands around Ben's neck drawing him closer to her as her fingers itched and found their way to his silky jet black hair.

Ben's hand begins to roam her back and things started heating up between them, Ben pushed her back to the wall as Beatrice gasped, Ben broke the kiss and attacked her bare neck suddenly, sucking and licking on her collarbone.

Beatrice gasped when he pulled down her gown suddenly to her breast area.

"Ben!" She gasped, her senses coming back to her head as she stared at Ben, who stared at her.

"We can't!" She muttered.

"You are getting punished," Ben smirked at her, his hands playing with the sleeve of her dress.

He leaned to her face and caught her lips in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. There was nothing gentle about it this time and as he said he was punishing her.

Every thought in Beatrice's head exploded into a pure, ecstasy feeling, she has been denying herself from him.

A rush of dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin hits her system, and it felt like she was on cloud nine.

She felt the dark curl of desires begin to twist inside her, bending all the rules and snapping off the flow of restraint she had in her.

Beatrice tried to pull away, her head still cloudy. "No!" Ben said huskily, bringing her lips back to his, and that was enough to drive Beatrice wild.

She gasped, craving to touch his skin, maybe she should enjoy this moment even though she would later regret it in the morning but in this instance, she wanted him.

"Ben," She moaned out his name and Ben answered with a low groan at the back of his throat, a small arousing noise that set every inch of her skin on fire.

Ben, finally, unzipped her dress completely when he got the signal he made her want him.

Without alert, Ben pulled down her dress, leaving Beatrice exposed in black lace pants, and a matching bra.

Beatrice swallowed hard when Ben pulled back and took his time to appreciate the beauty her body possessed.

He lifted her and began to carry Beatrice to the bed without each of them breaking eye contact.

Ben placed her on the neatly arranged bed and peeled off the suit he was wearing as he threw it on the floor.

Then he slowly crawled up to Beatrice until he was on top of her.

Ben leaned closer, his hot breath fanning her skin. His nose brushed the collar of her neck as he inhaled her intoxicating smell.

Then he darted out his tongue and licked her skin, Beatrice closed her eyes shut when she felt liquid ooze out between her thigh and the sweet sensation she felt when he begins sucking on her spot again.

"I know you want this, you want me," Ben whispered, kissing her neck softly and getting into her head.

"I-I--" Beatrice stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"Say it!" Ben demanded and slipped his hand underneath her bra and unclasped it.

"I do want you but--" She stopped mid-way sentence... She doesn't even know what she was saying, her mind was so clouded at the moment.

"But what?" Ben asked as he removed her brasserie and tossed it to the floor, exposing her tits to him.

"I-I-- don't know," She gasped when his mouth lowered down on her left nipple, taking the aroused bud into his mouth, without him breaking eye contact with her.

His free hands trail up her body, grabbing her other breast in his hold as he cupped it.

He let the pad of his thumb and index finger roll over the pinkish tit while he rolled her other nipple in his mouth simultaneously, letting his teeth tease and torture it. Beatrice hissed out in a swimming pool of sensation, her back arching off the bed slightly, and her eyes flickered shut.

Then Ben moved slowly down to her waist... Beatrice wanted to stop, but her body was telling her something else as it begged to be taken by him right now.

"Do you want me, Beatrice?" Ben asked, his deep voice clouding her thoughts as she opened her eyes slightly, her face flushed and her chest heaving up and down. His two fingers wrapped around the band of her lacy pant. He teased the elastic over it as his index fingers on the side of her teased her skin and the only material separating the two of them. He continued to trace her skin, waiting for her to say something.

"I do..." The words slipped off her mouth before she could realize what she had said, her body had finally betrayed her. A gasp escaped her lips when Ben pulled down her lacy panties off her body. He hastily pushed the lacy material down her ass, making Beatrice raise her hips to give him access to pull the soft material down her legs.

Beatrice was completely bare and exposed under his gaze, and Ben slowly spread her legs apart. Her breath caught up in her lungs and she knew there was nothing she could do to back out from this.

A nasty smirk appeared on Ben's lips as his eyes found what he was dealing with and his breath directly on her pussy sent tingles through her entire body as his fingers met her skin, slowly, trailing along her clit, He spread her folds apart using his two fingers to trace her arousal.

Beatrice's breath began to get shallow as she arched her back, she wanted more, but he was teasing her badly to no end.

"Ben!" She gasped out as he began rubbing his fingers on her, her legs trying to close, but Ben stopped her as he placed one of his hands on her right thigh.

"We really shouldn't be this..." She let out and moaned out when his tongue teased against her folds all of a sudden, she closed her eyes shut and a bit hard on her lower lips.

"Bennn!" She gasped, her hips starting to move as Ben's tongue covered every part of her, she was lucky she was the type who shaved every week.

Beatrice moaned in satisfaction when Ben pushed her legs further. She struggled under the sensation of his tongue on her clitoris, and he pushed back her legs firmly to keep her in place.

When was the last time she'd gotten pleasured by a man, her every sense drifting into the claws of sexual desires got her trapped?

"You should be punished, Beatrice," 

"Punished, for pushing me to the last edge," Ben groaned between her folds, and all these statements made Beatrice get turned on the more, 

His finger plunged inside her, stretching her tight hole, Ben slowly pulled his tongue away from her and thrust his finger in and out of her at a slow pace.

"Ben!" Beatrice cried, she wanted more and this teasing attitude of his was killing her.

He was truly punishing her... Ben smiled, almost achieving his goal and placed his tongue back on her clit, he sucked and flickered his tongue on her at a fast pace.

Beatrice let out a throaty moan and when Ben saw she was getting relaxed, he slipped another finger inside her.

"Yes!...aaah! Ben," Beatrice moaned and cried as Ben drilled her fingers in and out of her, stretching her to some extent as his tongue continued to work its magic on her.

Her fluid flowed out and heated up to her core, bundles of electrifying nerves build up in her under his wet, hot tongue.

"Oh! Yes," She cried out, closing her eyes shut, she was building up and almost close to the state she'll explode as Ben pumped his fingers in and out of her.

Beatrice arched her back once more and Ben, being clue knowing she was almost there, pulled his fingers out of her and drew away from her.

Beatrice's eyes opened immediately wondering what was going on and stared down at Ben who licked his lower lips and smirked at her.

'Why did he stop?' Beatrice thought, staring at him.

"Good night, that was fun," Ben smirked at her standing up.

'Wait! What?' Beatrice's eyes bulged terrifying, he was almost close to having her orgasmed, and he just stopped halfway.

Beatrice quickly grabbed the blanket and covered her body as she glared at him, while Ben picked up his suit and began walking towards the door.

"Heeeyyyyy!!" She screamed in frustration at him, how could he?

How dare he do that to her? Leaving her on the edge.

Ben smirked, without turning back to look at her, and opened the door.

"I fucking hate you!" She shrieked out in frustration, not even believing what just happened.

Ben chuckled to himself and closed the door, and Beatrice stared with wide and murderous eyes... She was more frustrated than she could ever be in her whole life.

Wait. 

Did he just make her want more from him, 

Beatrice scoffed as she grabbed the pillow on the bed and pressed it against her chest, her body was still tensed, and she needed a release, but he left her hanging.

'How could he do this to me?' She cried in agony in her mind, staring at the door Ben just walked through.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed out once more and buried her face in the pillow.