Taking Care of a Problem

Jesus. He knew what he was doing with his mouth, and Lily found herself trembling again as Ben's hot tongue rasped against the tip of hers. His restless hand slid from her mouth and back down to her underwear, and as he slid beneath the slippery fabric and eased one finger inside her, Lily couldn't keep herself from whining into Ben's mouth.

His hands were massive compared to hers; his long, thick fingers were callused from manual work, and when he turned his finger inside her and beckoned towards her vaginal wall, Lily's tremble turned into a shudder. Her hips rocked against him of their own accord, and she felt Ben smile in satisfaction against her mouth.

He was burning hot; Lily could feel his body heat even through their layers of clothes and as she tried to frantically inhale enough air to stay conscious, Ben's scent overloaded her senses. He was musky and spicy, and a little bit sweaty; exactly what she would have expected from a townie thug, and she groaned as she felt her body start to surrender.

It was sick, and wrong, the way her body was reacting, and Lily would have given anything for it to stop. But as Ben slid a second finger inside her and increased the pressure on her clit she drew her feet up to her ass, pushing against the mattress to lift her hips closer to his hand.

"Fuck, Bay," he groaned as he finally came up for air. "You're so frigging tight. How long's it been since you had a cock inside you?" He twirled and flexed his fingers inside her, and Lily almost choked on her response.

"A while," she replied, biting her lip as a wave of heat sent delicious pulses of pleasure straight to the spot inside her that Ben was rubbing with his finger tip. Her muscles were starting to contract, and she knew he could feel it too.

"Jesus," he went on. "My cock is gonna fucking kill you."

"My, I wonder how you even managed to get it through the front door," Lily said, her voice artificially sweet, and Ben chuckled.

"Let's shut that fucking smart mouth of yours, baby" he whispered. He slid one more finger into her, and changed the angle of his stroking, and heat flooded Lily's senses like a tidal wave.

"Oh, god!" she groaned, and her toes curled into the bed as she lifted her hips closer to him once again. He leaned in for another kiss, all stubble and muskiness and moaning in appreciation at the sounds that she was making, and Lily lost it. The muscles in her vagina squeezed his fingers hard, pulsing in rhythm as she whined into his mouth and collapsed back down into the sheets. He let her turn her head away from his mouth so that he could nuzzle the side of her neck until the tension eased back out of her body.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Ben whispered as he slid his hand to the waistband of his pants. "Now I'm gonna let you come on my cock." He loosened his pants and shoved his boxers out of the way, and Lily found herself staring, morbidly fascinated as his cock sprang to attention, pre-come glistening on the head as it bobbed against Ben's rock hard abs. He caught her looking and smiled, slid his fingers around his cock and gave it a couple of lazy strokes of his palm for her benefit. His fingers fit around his shaft easily, but Lily knew from the size of his hands that her own fingers would have no chance.

Ben slid in close, nudging Lily's thighs further apart with his knees so that he could get a good look at her while he lined his cock head up with her opening. He hadn't been fucking bluffing about the DNA, after all. Lily tensed, her body trembling as she strained against his hold on her. "Ben? You can't... You're not?"

"Gonna fuck you bareback?" he finished for her. "Hell yeah, Bay. You're gonna get it as nature fucking intended. You can thank me later, baby." He squeezed his cock against her entrance, and Lily started to buck in desperation.

She had promised herself that she wouldn't beg, no matter what, but having a drug-using ex con come inside her was a terrifying thought, no matter how good he was with his fingers. She begged, and pleaded, and cursed him, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Please, Ben. The condoms are in my bedside cabinet drawer. Please just fucking use them, they're right there, for Christ sake!"

"Shut the fuck up," Ben snarled, grabbing Lily's hip and holding her still for him. "You feel this?" he asked, as he slid his cock out of her entrance and rubbed the head over her quivering clit. The friction was intense, and electricity shot through her limbs until a whine escaped her lips.

"Oh yeah," he went on. "You fucking feel it, baby. You know how bad you want it. Just fucking relax."

It felt good. Better than good, but Lily couldn't shake the terror that had gripped her and twisted her stomach into knots. She writhed against the fingers that he was digging into her hip. "No Ben, please! Please don't do this, I can't do this!"

"Shit, baby," he growled, lowering his mouth to her ear again. "You forgotten what this is? You don't get a fucking say in this, remember? I'm gonna fuck you till I break you, bitch." He turned his head to the side and rested his cheek against hers as he repositioned the head of his cock against Lily's opening. Her cheek was wet with tears, and Ben froze.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he demanded, raising his head to stare down at her as if he truly did not understand her anguish. Incredulous, Lily closed her eyes and looked away. She hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction of seeing more tears, but now here she was, sobbing, and even being ashamed for it. He grabbed her cheek and yanked her head back towards him, but she screwed her eyes shut tighter.

"Fucking look at me!" he spat, jerking her head back and forth when she refused to do what he wanted. She whined, and he roared, finally lifted his hand from her face. She knew he was going to hit her. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the way that his weight had shifted as he raised his fist and aimed it at her cheek. Lily braced herself for the pain, waited what felt like an age, but nothing came. She was holding her breath, and she could hear that Ben was panting in anger.

Nerves frazzled, she could no longer wait. Lily edged her eyes open and looked up, not daring to meet his eyes but desperate to know what he was going to do. He was tense as a bow, his fist still hovering in mid air next to his shoulder as he stared down at her shaking body. He took two slow, deep breaths, flexed his hand and lowered it so that it was gripping her cheek once again. His voice was as tense as his body as he repeated himself. "Look at me, Bay."

She knew about his temper. She had heard the rumours. She had seen it first hand when he had bashed Frank's skull with his gun, just because the man had talked back to him. He had been erratic and borderline psychotic during the raid, and from that Lily realised how much it must have taken for Ben to calm his anger now. How close she must have come to a black eye, and probably worse. So as much as her stomach churned at the thought, she opened her tear-stained eyes and looked up at him.

His eyes scoured hers and Lily felt her cheeks blazing as more tears fell down her face. His gaze burned, and in that one moment of intimacy it felt like he had suddenly taken more from her than he had all night. Ben tilted his head to the side and snorted as he somehow managed to read the expression on her face.

"You think I'm gonna make you sick? Give you fucking HIV or something, is that it, baby? Jesus Christ, Bay, I'm not fucking fried, alright?"

Lily gasped as she tried to get enough air into her lungs in between sobs. The knot in her stomach was easing, but she didn't understand why. Why the hell would he tell her the truth, even if he had every STD in the dictionary? He was still staring at her though, and although his eyes were still narrowed with anger, they were also earnest. If he was a liar, he was damned good.

She stopped crying, and Ben lowered his mouth and kissed her. It was crazy, having a make up kiss with her rapist, but that was definitely what it was, and it was somehow soothing, regardless of how wrong it was. He stroked his hand down and cupped her left breast, rubbing her nipple around in slow circles until she started to moan once again. Ben was still rock hard, and his cock had left a shining trail in her pubic hair as it rested against her body. As he slid his hand to her other breast and started to squeeze, Lily's hips rocked against him, and he was gone.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, his hand going straight to her thigh to part her legs wider for him. "Give me that fucking cunt, right now." He was lined up perfectly against her, and started to increase the pressure of his cock against her opening. Their eyes met again, there was a moment where Lily's body resisted, and then suddenly she was yelping and he was hissing as the head of his cock pushed inside her.

He needed more, that was obvious from the way his body was humming with tension against her, but Ben stayed still until Lily stopped grimacing in pain. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep and his teeth raking her lips as he wrapped his free arm around her head and held on tight, claiming every part of her body that he could reach as his.

Lily felt her thighs slip further open as her body started to relax, and Ben rocked his hips and eased his length inside her, not stopping until he felt his balls come to rest against her ass. She cried out sharply; he had gotten her wet, but it had been a long time and jesus, he was big. He filled her completely, the head of his cock bumping up against her cervix with every small movement of his hips. Once Lily got over the initial pain of his entry, though, Ben's body started to feel disturbingly comfortable against her.

He tore his mouth away from hers and raised his head to look at her, stared into her eyes as he inched backwards, pulling his cock from her body until only the head remained inside her. Lily bit her lip and held her breath to steel herself, expecting him to start pounding into her at any second.

Ben's eyes were smouldering as he looked at her, and as he slowly eased back inside Lily's body, his lids half closed as he tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure. She echoed his moan, fleetingly surprised at his gentle movements, but within another second she forgot all about everything except the feeling of his cock.

He was hot and hard, and yet smooth like velvet as he moved inside her. Lily whined as she felt the head of his cock and the veins along his shaft touching places inside her that she had no idea could feel so good. He pulled back and sank into her again, and again, and Lily brought her legs to her chest to draw him closer. He growled, tilting his hips and increasing his speed just a little, and she started to feel the heat rising within her once again.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, sliding his hand down Lily's body to strum his thumb against her clit. "You ready for more?"

She couldn't speak, but it didn't matter. Her throaty groan told him everything he needed to know as he found that perfect rhythm on her clit, and she felt herself squeezing down on his cock. He increased the speed of his thrusts until his movements became firm, then hard, then downright rough as he filled her over and over, sweat beading on his forehead and dampening her skin as he bent and pressed his brow to hers. It should have hurt, but Ben had matched his pace to hers all night, and he had managed to carry her along with him until she didn't care about pain anymore, she just needed him to fuck her brains out.

"Ben," she whispered, looking up at him and tugging on her wrists beneath his hand. "Please!"

He released them, and Lily whimpered in relief as he allowed her to bring her hands down from above her head. She slid her palms to the hem of his shirt and slipped underneath, flattening her hands against the flexing muscles in his abs. He groaned in response, body shuddering as he bit his lip, panting heavily in time with his animal thrusts.

Ben's eyes were wide, his attention focused completely on Lily as he pounded into her with a single-minded determination to make her come. His circling thumb on her clit became a pinch, and Lily's fingers curled, scratching over his skin in desperation as she felt herself skirting so damned close to the edge once again.

"You gonna come for me, Bay?" he groaned. He released her clit from his pinching fingers and rolled it against the pad of his thumb once again. Lily writhed and arched against him, her mouth opening to release a sound so strangled she didn't even recognise her own voice. "Oh yeah," he went on. "You're so fucking close. You like it hard, don'tcha? You love being owned by a townie fucking lowlife."

Lily scrabbled her hand down to Ben's thumb, and pressed on it until he did what she wanted, increasing the pressure on her clit until her eyes almost watered. "Come on, baby," he whispered. "Squeeze my cock. Fucking come for me."

Another moment later, Lily lost it, her body bucking against him as the waves of pleasure finally crashed over her, and left her completely exhausted. His thumb was still on her clit, and she hissed as she pushed him off, her skin far too sensitive to be able to withstand the rasp of his callused hands.

"Jesus, baby," Ben cursed, sliding so that he could rest on his elbows and hold her cheeks in between his palms. "I'm gonna fucking come." His hips jerked, movements becoming erratic as he pressed his forehead to her cheek and let out an animal grunt that sent a primal thrill through Lily's spine. She reached up and slid one hand to his back and the other to his hair. She couldn't get a grip on his buzz cut, so she had to settle for pulling him in tighter against her. He shuddered, body tense as a bow as she felt his cock pulse inside her, and a harsh moan escape his lips. A moment later, he allowed his arms to give way and he collapsed his weight on top of her, groaning in relief.

Lily couldn't breathe, but she didn't care. Her arms were aching, and she felt like she had been hit by a train. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep for a week, but as Ben raised himself back up onto his elbows and stared down at her with that damned evil smile on his face, she knew that he had other plans for her tonight.

***

She was furious. With him, for manipulating her into being a slut, and with herself, for falling for it so damned easily. Lily seethed as Ben smirked at her, stroking his palm across her cheek as if he owned her. His smile widened at her scowl and he chuckled a little, but didn't say anything as he got off her bed and swaggered into her bathroom as if he owned the fucking place. The toilet flushed, and then she heard him running water into the sink.

She should run. She could have, if she didn't mind running down her street with no clothes on. She could have found something heavy and clonked him over the head with it, then she might have had time to get dressed and phone the police before she started running down the street. Lily sat up, tried to clear her head and find the most sensible course of action, but all she could think of was what he would do to her if he caught her. Her legs had somehow gotten tangled in the sheets, and she kicked herself free, hissing in pain as her foot connected with something cold and hard.

By the time Ben walked back into the bedroom, Lily was sat on the edge of her bed, feet dangling onto the floor and her hands in her lap. "So, you think it's a good idea to just wander off and leave your victim while you make use of the facilities?" she asked. Ben grinned, completely relaxed as if he knew she wouldn't have the balls to run.

"What can I say, baby," he replied. "I live fucking dangerously."

"You can say that again," Lily spat, lifting her hands from her lap. She leaned forward and planted her elbows on the top of her thighs, holding the gun in front of her face to give Ben a good look at what he had left forgotten on her bed.

He didn't even have the decency to pretend to look concerned. He stuck his hands into the pockets of his pants and cocked his head, raising one eyebrow as if daring her to make her next move.

"What you gonna do, Bay?" He asked. "Shoot me? Put it down before you break a fucking nail."

Lily felt her jaw twitch in fury as she stood up, took the safety off the gun and pointed it at Ben's face. "You think I'm just going to lie here and let you do whatever the hell you want to me, you asshole?" she demanded. "You think you can just treat me like a fucking slut and get away with it?"

He stared back at her, his eyes taking on an intensity she had never seen before. He wasn't in the least bit perturbed by the sight of a gun pointed at his face, and Lily felt herself flinch as he took a couple of steps closer, almost within reach.

"So what's with the fucking monologue?" Ben countered. "You wanna shoot me, baby? What are you waiting for?" He stepped forward again and wrapped his fingers around her hand, pulling until the barrel of the gun was pressed right into the flesh of his jaw. Lily yelped in shock, the yelp turning into a whine as he grabbed her hair with his free hand, yanking her closer so that they were nose to nose with the gun between them.

What the hell was he doing? Lily felt frozen, unable to think or react as Ben continued to growl at her. "Come on, Bay. I'm right here. It's easy. All you have to do is twitch your finger and you can fucking kill me, right now. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Stop it!" she whispered, trying to pull her hand away without daring to move her fingers for fear of hitting the trigger. He was a scumbag, and he had humiliated her, but she wasn't going to kill him. Everyone would find out what had happened and she would be looked on with pity and/or disgust for the rest of her life. It wasn't worth the jail time. "Jesus, let me go!"

"Let you go?" he repeated. "Fuck no. You point a fucking gun, you should be ready to use it, baby." He started to push Lily backwards across the room, continued until her ass hit the side of her dresser, and she was stuck. "Now take the fucking shot!"

"No!" she cried, squeezing her eyes shut and turning away from him in fright. "Please just put it down, Ben!" As much as she wanted to believe she wasn't going to kill him because it wasn't worth it, she knew in her heart that she couldn't kill him, even if she could get away with it.

"Don't wanna do it, huh?" he asked, ignoring the tears that were falling down her cheeks. "You know why I think I can treat you like a fucking slut, baby?" He moved forward, pushing her until he was leaning so far that her head almost hit the wall, the gun still thrust into his jaw between them. "It's because you are a fucking slut, Bay. You do just lie there and fucking take it, because you like getting it rough from a townie lowlife. Don'tcha? And this way you think you don't have to fucking admit it."

Lily was so choked up and afraid that she couldn't speak. She tried to shake her head, but his tightening grip in her hair kept her still. She whined in pain, but that wasn't good enough for Ben. "No, baby," he growled. "You don't get to fucking ignore me, not here. You fucking like it, don'tcha?"

Lily could feel the tears coursing down her cheeks as Ben stared at her, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to let her go until she answered, but there was no way she was going to say what he wanted to hear.

"No," she replied, clenching her jaw to try to still the tremble in her lip. "I don't want it, and I don't like it. You're fucking delusional, you bastard."

He laughed, but his eyes were hard as rock. "Delusional, huh?" he repeated. "So, when you fucking came for me those two times, when you were trying to pull my hair out and rip the skin off my back with your nails. Were you fucking delusional then, too?"