For His Pleasure

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The continuous battle between us to gain power in this relationship, particularly in its intimate times, kept things exciting and me desperately in love with this man.

"I want you now," he breathed shakily, arousing me further, "here."

"What are you waiting for, then?" I grinned against his lips, loving having him like this; so needy for me.

Ben took a small step back, hands leaving my body. I realised then how heavy he was breathing, darkened eyes hungrily taking my flustered complexion in.

Without another word, I was turned around and comfortably squeezed between him and the wall again, this time with my front against the wall. A small sound of surprise left my lips when my leggings were yanked down and a smack was delivered to my behind.

"It's been way too long," he grunted out, hot breath hitting the back of my neck and causing me to shiver in delight. It had been a few weeks, that was true. Him so buried in work and stressed, we had barely even talked for more than five minutes a day.

I pushed back against him after I had heard him unzipping his pants and taking out his hard member.

"You should be illegal," Ben kissed my neck, one hand reaching around me to touch me exactly where I needed him to. With his knee he separated my legs, positioning himself at my entrance.

I pushed myself back against him again, needing him to hurry. A small whine left my lips when he wasn't catching on and continued touching and teasing me.

"Who's in control now?" he chuckled lowly, placing a small kiss on my cheek. Before I had a chance to retaliate, a gasp left my lips when he pushed himself inside me in one smooth motion.

The pleasured and relieved groan from him was like music to my ears, arousing me to unbelievable extents and making me melt in his rough hold pulling me back to meet him.

With one of his hands on my hip holding me in place, he used the other to turn my face toward his, before he kissed me passionately. The position wasn't ideal, but being pressed up against the wall like this with him inside me and touching me was pure heaven.

"I love you," I moaned out when he hit a particularly deep spot inside me, "so much."

He repeated the action after confirmation of my pleasure, "love you, baby."

"Next time wear heels," he breathlessly chuckled while pulling me back enough to be able to push my back down, my chest still pressed against the wall, "you're too-"

Ben's husky voice was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket. For the first time, I reached back and grabbed his wrist to hold his hand on my waist, and ordered him to shut the phone off.

Usually I was adamant about him answering it, incase it was something to do with his father, but he was in good hands with Billy and two live-in nurses. Besides, Ben and I needed this time to ourselves desperately.

"I missed this," I breathed out, moaning with pleasure as his hand met my behind in a harsh slap, only furthering my enjoyment.

"You have no idea— fuck."

His phone started ringing again, the annoyance in his tone clear. At the same time, my phone started ringing too.

"Stop, stop," realisation hit me and I tapped his hand in hopes of it releasing me, "who is it?"

Ben sighed, his delicious and smooth movements ending to both our disappointments. In defeat I rested against the wall, him still buried inside me as he took out his phone and answered it, my phone ringing somewhere in the background.

"What?" the tone of his voice was something I wish he'd never speak to me in; frustrated and harsh.

I impatiently waited for the person on the other end to tell Ben whatever was so important to interrupt us.

"I'll leave now."

"What?" I glanced back in confusion. I knew Ben wouldn't say that for anything minute, especially at a time like this.

In silence he cut the call and pulled out of me, zipping his pants back up while I turned around to face him. His eyes were focused on the floor between us, a small bead of sweat from our activities by his hairline.

Ben picked up my leggings and offered them to me, eyes finally meeting mine. The second I saw them, I knew something was terribly wrong.

"What's wrong?" I asked hesitantly, growing more frightened by each second he remained silent and continued studying my expression.

"I'm sorry, I need to go," he spoke, clearing his throat, "I'll be back in the evening—"

"No," I shook my head, knowing he was keeping whatever this was from me for a reason, "tell me, now."

"Sofia..."

I raised my brows expectantly at him, arms folding over my chest after I had slipped my panties and leggings back on.

Ben pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed out shakily, shoulders tense.

"Dad's been shot."