May stood in front of room 214. This easily could have been the same hotel room as the last time she had seen Benjamin. Back when they had both lived in Denver and stealing moments together had been much easier. Flashes of that night came to the forefront of her mind unprompted -- on her knees at his feet, being bent over the bed, them sitting together on the couch in the room. It had a finality to it looking back that they hadn't realized in the moment. And yet here she was again. May took a deep breath and the reality of her current situation set in.
Benjamin and May had met when she was in college. A grad student at the same college and six years her elder, Benjamin had been exciting and sophisticated in a way that had immediately drawn May to him like a moth to a flame. Their almost 10 year on again off again relationship had been a rollercoaster from the beginning. When they were on, it burned with an intensity that made her feel invincible. It was all consuming and exhilarating. When they were off, it was toxic and dark. But sometimes the dark felt good. Ben made her feel seen in a way no one else had. The hold they had over each other was corrosive and virulent. When Ben had gotten married, May had tried immediately to extract herself. Two years later she was successful.
So, when Ben had first reached out to her after years of silence with stories of his divorce, she was determined to ignore him. But one sleepless night and the ever-thrumming part of her that missed him made her walls crumble. Now two months later they were back at this hotel. She knew this is where they'd ultimately end up if she responded. It may have been five years since they'd spoken but he still had a hold over her.
In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought. She used the key the hotel clerk had handed her downstairs and went inside. The room was just as she remembered: a small desk and kitchen area opened up on her left, while a large wrap around couch stood to her right. In front of her was a king size bed, piled high with pillows. She couldn't see it but she knew across from the bed was a small vanity area adjacent to the bathroom with a large mirror. That when you angled just so... May shook her head and interrupted that train of thought.
She was the first to arrive. The clerk had told her so when she checked in. Not sure of how long she had until Benjamin showed up, she quickly put away everything she had packed for their weekend together. Then finally having a moment of stillness, she took a moment to study herself in the full-length mirror. She tried to picture herself here five years ago to mentally catalogue what had changed. Her hair was different. Longer and now a shade of dark red. Her hips had filled out some, now giving her a curvier figure than she'd have before. She couldn't decide if she looked that different otherwise. Did the last five years show on her face?
May had spent forever trying to decide on an outfit. What did one wear to rekindle an ill-advised... something with your ex? In a past life, before her husband and subsequent divorce, in the heyday of their affair, she'd have worn a revealing dress, Maybe even just stockings and lingerie. But something about being that bold after all this time made her nervous. She wasn't even sure if they were going to have sex today. Their texts had been charged and flirtatious when they had planned this rendezvous but they hadn't made any specific plans for the few days they had together.
In the end, she'd played it safe wearing a plain black dress that wasn't particularly short or lowcut. However, underneath her dress she had on a matching bra and panty set. A newly purchased set of green lacy things that popped against her pale skin. Just in case. She could play it safe but still be prepared.
Coming back to the present, she quickly messaged him the room number and let him know she had the room keys. She debated sending a photo. Again something in the past she'd have done without thinking but decided against it. She was sure they'd get the hang of this again but for now she was unsure of every move she made. Get the hang of this. She repeated to herself, shaking her head. She shouldn't be "getting the hang of" fucking her ex. Ben was always a bad idea. But ten years of a roiling, intense relationship took a long time to dissolve. She wasn't sure if he would ever not have a hold over her.
Knock. Knock. Two quick raps on the door caused her breath to catch and her stomach to flip. She was immediately nervous and excited for what the night might hold.
May took a deep breath and walked over to the door. Upon opening it, she took in Benjamin for the first time in five years. His tall frame filled the space on the other side of the open door. He looked amazing in jeans, tight on his strong thighs, and a button up shirt pushed back to his elbows to show off his forearms, which showcased a new tattoo he must have gotten recently. He looked the same and yet so different from the last time she'd seen him. Now she knew her face had to look different because she could see the passage of time on him. Years' worth of experiences that she wasn't there for.
He smiled a devious smile at her while he slowly ran a finger down her cheek coming to rest under her chin.
"Hi," he said through his Cheshire cat grin. Her face flushed even at his simple hello. Benjamin noticed this immediately and seemed to find it very amusing.
"Hi," she nearly whispered back.
He chuckled. "These last few years have made you shy. There's no need to be. I know you're still just as much of a slut now as you've always been." He lightly patted her cheek and moved into the room, throwing his duffle bag onto the couch. His words and the whisper of a slap, hopefully a preview of things to come, immediately made her wet.
She let the door close and turned to face him. He walked toward her until her back was against the door and his arms were on either side of her, caging her in.
He continued, "I bet your husband never even knew what a slut you are. I bet he never used you like you need. Did he?"
May was finding it hard to breathe. Hard to think. His words, how close he was, the smell of his soap. Benjamin ran his thumb over her lips and without thinking, she opened her lips to take his finger inside her mouth.
He chuckled again. Then snatched his hand away to slap her across the face before grabbing her cheeks. It was a testament to the deep well of trust that still ran between them after all this time that he knew he could do this to her. Because he could. May knew deep down she would let this man do whatever he wanted to her and she would say thank you.
"I asked you a question, slut," he growled. "Did your husband ever use you like the dumb fuck toy you are?"
It took everything she had to not wantonly moan at this. She knew Ben clocked her breath catching. She felt like all of her nerve endings were on fire. She felt like all of her blood had been replaced by electricity. It had been years since she had felt like this. Through the years she had been with her husband, it had never been like this. He had never and could never tap into this side of her. Her pussy throbbed at this realization.
"No, Daddy. He didn't," she said quietly, immediately slipping back into her role as his slut. She swallowed before adding, "No one uses me like you, Daddy."
He moaned quietly. "What a shame for him. You're were always so good at it." He let go of her face and lightly tapped her cheek again. "Lucky for me though or else maybe I wouldn't get this chance to fuck you again."
She looked up into his eyes and asked, "Is that what we're doing?" She felt bolder now. Felt the streak of brattiness he loved to spank out of her returning to her.
"You tell me, May," he stated plainly. She scrunched her nose immediately at the sound of her name on his tongue. She hated when he called her by her name. He just about rolled eyes, "Oh? Really?" he asked dismissively. "You prefer being called slut but don't know if we're going to fuck?" He paused before adding, "It's up to you what we do."
She knew he meant it. That he had just laid his cards on the table and was waiting to see her hand. She'd knew he'd only do what she enthusiastically said yes to. He watched her seeming to read the thoughts running through her head, then leaned into her ear, whispering, "But I bet I know what you pussy is telling you to do."
She was less successful in stifling her moan that time. He knew every one of her buttons to push and what order to push them in. He laughed derisively and walked away to sit on the couch. She took the moment to catch her breath and straighten her thoughts now that he wasn't in her space. The deep breath she took just brought more of his soap into her nose. Clean and spicy. A contradiction that so perfectly described him.
Slowly, she looked over to him. He looked ... delicious. He had his legs spread and his arms wide on the back of the couch. He was creating so much space for her with his limbs. So open and clear with his intentions. She also saw that while he was playing it cool, their interaction at the door had affected him too. She noticed a bulge in his jeans. Her mouth watered while she looked at the space between his legs.
When she looked back at his face, he cocked an eyebrow at her and she was certain he knew what she was thinking. He smirked and looked away, waiting for her to make a decision.
She could sit down next to him and they could talk. They certainly had a lot they could talk about. She knew he would let her do that. They could do this slowly. Pretend the interaction at the door hadn't happened and slowly build back up to where they had been.
Or she could give in. Kneel at his feet and beg to be his slut again.
The tension of being back in this place, both of them untethered from significant others was heavy in the room. May didn't remember consciously deciding between the two but next thing she knew she was on her knees in between his. Her entire body prickling with anticipation.
"See. I knew you were still as much of a slut now as you've always been," he said, his voice dropping with the satisfaction of being right. "I bet your stupid cunt is absolutely soaked at the idea of my cock inside you. You just couldn't stay away. Could you, slut?"
This time she didn't miss the question, quickly responding, "No, Daddy."
"Open your mouth," he instructed. She did so instinctually. He put his thumb back in her mouth, holding it open by putting pressure on her tongue. He leaned forward, looking directly into her eyes, "Then beg for it."
