NaNo, chpts 10 & 11

10
Naked on her bed, except for the collar that Ben had fastened around her neck, Emily watched as Ben laid the newly washed, brand new toys on top of her dresser. She was feeling a bit anxious, this was uncharted territory she was sailing in, but she was excited too. Partly because of the toys but mostly because Ben was naked in her bedroom again, and a naked Ben was a thing of awe and wonder.
She watched his bottom flex as he took a step away from the dresser and held out one of her silk scarves. "Ready?" he asked, perching on the edge of the bed.
Emily nodded, and pushed her hair behind her ears before Ben folded the scarf over a few times and wrapped it around her head, tying it in back. He helped her find the center of the bed and said, "Lay back. You're not going to hit the headboard."
She chuckled, because she'd actually been thinking about just that scenario. Once she was settled he instructed, "Now, put your hands behind your neck and keep them there... Or else."
Emily grinned at the pretend sternness in his voice and replied, "Yes, Sir."
"I'm the Dom!, a truly terrifying creature of myth and legend. You shouldn't laugh at me." He said, and she felt the bed lift a bit as he got off it.
She couldn't help but chuckle at that, and she knew he wanted her to with his over-the-top description. He did it on purpose, partly to help with her nerves, and partly because he knew it would give him an excuse to "funish" her, a new word they'd picked up thanks to an internet forum dedicated to kink.
"Now you've done it." he said, attempting to sound regretful, "Now I have to teach you the error of your ways, you bad, bad submissive."
Emily nodded. "I am a bad submissive, and I kind of deserve any correction you can dish out, Sir." she said, trying to match his tone.
The bed dipped and she turned her head, trying (and failing) to see what he was up to. She heard a slight chink-chink noise and yelped as a drop of icy cold fell on her breast. Another drop elicited another yelp, and then something cold and wet- An ice cube?- traced a trail around one nipple. She shivered.
The ice went away and she tried to sense where he was, to no avail because she squeaked when a drop of the icy water landed in her navel. Then, the other nipple received the same icy treatment that the first had gotten, though this time it was followed by ben's hot breath and tongue. She made a small moaning noise in the back of her throat.
His mouth disappeared and she felt the ice trace a path down her neck, over her breast, and down her belly. She squirmed because she had an idea of where the ice was headed.
"Spread you legs." Came the command, and she did, reluctantly. "See? You are able to behave properly."
"So now I'm a good submissive? Sir?" Emily asked, hopefully.
Ben sighed, deeply, "I'm afraid not. Sadly, you need a great deal of correction before you can even think of being considered a not-quite-so-shoddy submissive. A great deal indeed."
And then the ice traced the edges of her labia and Emily squirmed and squeaked. When he ran it between her nether lips, she groaned, and made another inarticulate noise as it swept over her clit, pausing only briefly, before retreating along its original path. The ice swept upwards again, resting a little longer against her clit and she whimpered. As it swept back down, he pushed it inside her and she groaned, the sensation was strange and intense and as the ice melted little trickles of cool water escaped her body.
Another chink-chink-chink sound and a new ice cube was tracing its way from one nipple to the other, with hot licks in between to make the cold sensation even more intense, after a little while it too swept downward, between the soft folds of flesh that bracketed her vagina, and inside. She gasped.
Another gasp as she felt Ben's warm breath against her delicate skin, and then his tongue was wending its way through her chilled flesh, tracing what felt like a blazing hot path between her labia until it began lapping at her clit, and flicking, and swirling. When he closed his mouth over the little nubbin of flesh and began sucking she squirmed and had to struggle to keep her hands behind her neck. She twined her fingers together to keep them from tangling in his hair.
A few more flickering licks and she felt her hips lift off the bed of their own accord, seeking more contact, but he withdrew. Emily made a sound of protest low in her throat.
Then, a new sensation. Something cool, round, and firm pressed against flesh that Ben parted with two fingers. She frowned beneath the blindfold, struggling to identify this feeling. When it sprang to life she made another noise because the sensation against her hand was nothing compared to what the Magic Wand felt like against her clit. The strong vibrations, even on the lowest setting, were enough to make her hips rock and when they increased in frequency she nearly came unhinged.
Crying out, legs quivering, head thrashing from side-to-side, she came- Harder than she ever had before in her life. There was a brief sensation of fullness, a release, and suddenly the bedding beneath her was soaked. As he removed the toy Emily managed to gasp out, "Um, Ben? I think I wet the bed?"
He chuckled, smugly. "You've never squirted before?"
"I don't think so." she said, unsure. There had been that one time with a boy in college, but she'd been drunk... "Maybe?"
She felt his hand stroke her head, "It's just something that happens, sometimes." he said, "Do you want more?"
She shook her head, "Not of that, no. It's too intense. Something else, please?"
Emily heard him set the Hitachi on the bedside table and felt him position himself between her legs, "Something like this?" he asked, sliding his cock along her overly sensitized flesh, teasing her.
"Yes, please," she said, "Sir."
He slowly, very slowly, slid into her, so slowly that she could feel all the little muscles along the wall of her vagina stretching to accommodate him. A slight withdrawal, and a little more advance. He repeated that pattern until she rocked her hips to encourage him to go faster. She wanted him to go faster. Deeper. Harder.
Instead he continued with the slow assault until she thought she couldn't take any more, then on the next full withdrawal he plunged into her with a great deal of force and continued, battering her flesh until she felt another orgasm building, her muscles clenching, heels drumming against the back of his thighs encouraging him to burry himself balls deep in her warm embrace over and over again.
With a deep groan he plunged forward once more and she felt his cock twitch deep inside her as it pumped itself dry. This was enough to trigger her own release, again, which left her seeing stars behind the closed lids of her eyes.
She felt Ben reach down as he pulled away, securing the slippery condom on his way to the bathroom.
"You can take the blindfold off." he called as he shut the door, and she did, blinking against the dim light of the bedroom. Discarding it, she relaxed, felling her muscles twitch from the what she could only term "after-shocks." Sighing, she rolled onto her belly to enjoy feeling boneless in a different position.
Cracking her eyes open, she watched Ben walk towards the bed, enjoying the play of the long smooth muscles under his skin of his thighs, she slighter shift under the skin of his belly and chest. She purred like a satisfied cat and thought, mine.
Ben crawled into bed and wrapped his warmth around her, drawing her close with one arm and tucking the other under her head. Moving her body slightly to fit it more firmly against his, she yawned- Not very sexy, but she was worn out from their play. When Ben yawned as well she suggested that they crawl under the blankets for a short nap before supper.
When she woke, Ben was hunched over his phone listening intently, a grim look on his face.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, pushing up onto an elbow, feeling the rosy glow from the post orgasm nap dissipating.
He waved a hand at her, listened some more, and finally said, "Ok, I'll be there soon. Thank you."
"Ben, what is it?" Emily asked, sitting up fully.
As he quickly drew on his clothes he said, "My house is on fire."
"Fuck! Is it out? Do you want me to come with you?" She was already swinging her legs out of bed, ready to help if she could, when Ben said,
"It's still burning, and I appreciate the offer Em, but no. I want to deal with this on my own right now."
Grabbing her robe from the poster of her bed Emily wrapped it around herself and tied the sash feeling helpless. As Ben walked into the living room, grabbing his coat and keys and shoving his feet into his shoes he turned to her, "There is something you can do. Keep an eye on Skippy?"
Emily nodded, and Ben walked out the door.
Looking at the time, she realized it was almost six so she turned on the local news. Sometimes house fires made the news on a slow day. After a commercial break that lasted hours a perky blonde reporter appeared on the screen.
"And our top story of the evening is the fire that continues to burn in a northern Genesee County mobile home park, which having destroying two homes because of high winds is threatening several more.." the screen switched from the news room to a live feed and Emily watched another reporter as he spoke to someone who could only be Ben's neighbor.
Turning the TV off she sat on the couch with the dogs. "At least you were here Skippy," she said to the big dog, putting an arm around him, "I'm very glad you weren't there, but your poor dad..."
Feeling useless she wondered what she could do to help. She couldn't replace ben's home and she didn't think that it would be a good idea for him to move in yet, and definitely not under these circumstances. She thought about what she would need if her home burned down taking everything she owned with it.
Deciding that she could at least make sure he had something to wear, she pulled on clothes and after checking the sizes of things that he had left in his over night bag, she headed to the Valley. It would keep her busy and help take her mind off Ben's loss.
As she flipped through the racks at JC Penny, she thought that at least the timing was good to replace a wardrobe- After Christmas sales meant that there was a lot of good stuff at a steep mark-down, and she was able to get a basic wardrobe together without it hurting her wallet too much. She worried if this was the right thing to do, and decided that if Ben didn't like it she would just return things.
She selected two pairs of Levi's, a few graphic tees and two hoodies, two packages of socks and two of boxers. She grabbed a wool pea coat that was 90% off, a hat, and a pair of gloves because she knew Ben didn't like to wear his "good" coat to work. After paying for the clothes she headed to Meijer to buy some more dog food and the stuff to make comfort food, just in case. Wandering the aisles aimlessly she stumbled across a plush toy that could have been modeled off Skippy, and she added it to her basket.
Sighing because she still felt like she should be doing more, she checked out and drove home, resigned to sit by the phone, waiting.
At eleven Ben's car pulled into the drive way, and she opened the door as he walked up the drive. When he walked inside he asked, "Do you mind if I take a shower? I'm covered in grime. I'll tell you about it as soon as I'm done."
Emily nodded and returned to the couch to wait some more. When he was finished, Ben walked into the living room wearing Emily's fluffy robe. He sat on the couch and called his dog up to sit next to him. Emily understood, a dog was a great comfort in a time of need.
"The house is a total loss," he began as he stroked Skippy's head, "everything's gone. Two of my neighbors lost everything as well. Another's house is pretty much unlivable though they were able to salvage some things." He stopped and took a deep breath. "The firemen think it might have been arson. They said it was burning too hot and too fast to be an accidental fire."
Emily wanted to say something, but she didn't know quite what to say so she remained silent. "If you could keep Skippy, I'd really appreciate it. I guess I'm going to stay with my folks until I can find something else and my brother's allergic to dogs."
When he glanced at her, Emily nodded. "Of course I'll babysit Skippy. He's a good boy, he'll be no problem." Feeling awkward, in case she had over stepped, Emily continued, "I, uh... I'm not sure if you want them, but I wanted to do something helpful so i went to Penny's and picked out a few things for you? Just some spare jeans and shirts and things. A jacket so you don't have to wear your nice one to work."
Embarrassed, she looked at her hands and waited.
"Really?" he asked, sounding surprised, "You didn't have to do that Em, we've only known each other for a little over a month."
"I know," she said, "but you're my friend. I mean, you're my boyfriend too, but first you were my friend and that's what friends do. They try to help. I was trying to help." she shrugged, and felt ben's hand on her shoulder.
"Thanks," he said, "It means a lot to me that you cared enough to want to do something. And that's one less urgent thing I have to think about right now."
"Do you want to stay?" she asked, wondering if there was anything else she could do.
"No, my folks are expecting me, so I should head over there. They're worried." Emily nodded, she understood, her mom would want her at home if something bad happened. She gathered up the bags from Penny's and then remembering the silly stuffed dog she handed that to Ben.
"I know grown men are not supposed to have stuffed toys, but he reminded me of Skippy and since you can't have him to cuddle..."
Ben look startled and then gathered Emily to him in a hug. "I don't think anybody is ever too old to have a stuffed friend when time's are bad." he stated. Then, gathering his things he left for his parent's house. As she shut the door she wondered who on earth would want to burn down Ben's house?
11
Nine days passed and Emily didn't hear from Ben.
It wouldn't have worried her too much because of how new the relationship was, and the stress he might be under with the fire and all, but he hadn't come to see Skippy or called to ask how the dog was doing, they'd had plans for dinner Monday, and there was his cousin's wedding on the 17th.
She spent most of Wednesday fretting over how to handle the situation, because 9 days with no contact when you had their dog was a bit of a situation, and finally just decided to text him. Space be damned. It was pretty rude of him to just leave her hanging with no word.
Hey. Just wondering how you're
doing. It's been a while, Skippy
misses you. Maybe a beer tonight?
Right. Low key, no pressure. Pocketing the phone she quickly cleaned the store for a few appointments she had the next day before closing up shop. As she got into her car the phone chirped and she pulled it from her pocket. Flicking the screen to unlock it she read:
hanging out with a friend right now.
Well that was less than informative, she thought, frowning at the phone. And if he could hang out with his friend why couldn't he visit his dog? Or, you know, his girlfriend. Or at least call. And why was he "hanging out" when this was his scheduled day to work? Giving the phone one of those looks you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of, and wondering if she'd been dumped without notice, she typed out-
Maybe later?
It was only seven. There was plenty of time for him to come have a beer, especially if he had time to "hang out" with "a friend." She snorted, then told herself not to jump the gun. He did have friends other than the JAF. Not that she'd met them, but she knew they existed.
can't. spending night.
What the? Emily thought, starring at the screen of the phone. With a guy friend, right? Or a chick who was only into other chicks? He certainly couldn't be thinking that she would possibly be OK with him spending the night at another woman's home... But wait. Maybe he wasn't there. Tapping the icon for Friendbook on her home screen, Emily trolled Ben's friend list until she saw JAF and tapped on her picture.
And her screen was flooded about posts crooning over Ben.
Benny BooBooBear's sooo awesome. He brought pizza over tonight!!!<3 #anime&cuddling
Feeling: Happy!
Wednesday, January 14, 5:57pm
Looking forward to Ben's visit!!! Smiles softly
Feeling: Excited!
Wednesday, January 14, 2:33pm
Missing my friend soooo much my heart hurts. :( #lonlinesssucks
Feeling: Sad
Tuesday, January 13, 11:46pm
My special friend just left. Best night ever!!! Thank you BooBooBear!!!
< 3 <3 <3 <3
Feeling: Wanted
Tuesday, January 13, 9:25am.
Emily saw red. She literally saw red. This red mist descended over her field of vision and she found herself seething with the sort of rage she reserved for people who beat small children and animals. That BITCH. And HIM! All, "Ooo, I'm sooo honest!" and "You can trust me!" and.... GRRRRR!
She wasn't sure how much time she spent in her car ranting, banging the steering wheel, and engaging in Friendbook masochism, but when she noticed a young mother with a stroller giving her car a wide berth she got herself under control. With trembling fingers she typed-
Have I been dumped?
And then she waited. The response to that question came rather quickly-
NO!!!
And then her phone rang.
"Why would you think that I've dumped you?" Ben asked sounding confused when she picked up.
"Maybe because you haven't talked to me in over a week? Because you've been spending the night at your friend's house, a friend who's madly in love with you, by the way." Emily responded, feeling all that anger come bubbling back up.
"I told her I'm taken." Ben protested. "And all we do is watch TV and play video games. And I sleep on the couch, we're not even in the same room... She's a good friend to me."
"Yeah. Because good friends always post shit on Friendbook that makes it sound like there's something more than friendship going on, don't they? That's a real good friend for you." Emily said, scathingly.
Switching tactics Ben tired, "You don't trust me."
Growling at how trite that line was Emily fired back, "Why should I when you're acting like you took a course in Shady Guy Behavior 101? Seriously."
"My friend says you're trying to control me." Ben shot back, sounding heated.
"Jesus Ben, would you listen to yourself? I'm your girlfriend. I'm telling you that you spending the night at the house of someone who is madly in love with you is not OK with me, and you're getting defensive. Either nothing is going on in which case you need to really hear what I'm saying and not what your friend says I'm saying, or something is going on and you need to tell me so that I can walk away. Your choice."
There was a long pause until Ben said, "I'm on my way over."
"Ok." said Emily, and then the line went dead. Resting her head on her steering wheel for a minute, Emily got her emotions and shaking hands under control. she didn't like confrontation, but then who did? And she felt that a big one might be coming. She was about to start the car so she could head home, hoping she'd have enough time before Ben got there to at least pound a beer to settle her nerves when she stopped.
Pausing just a minute to refresh the Friendbook page of the JAf she saw a new status had appeared:
Nobody ever chooses me :(
Feeling: Abandoned
Wednesday, January 14, 7:38pm
Smiling grimly, Emily started her car and began the drive home.
When Ben arrived Emily was waiting for him on the porch. As he got out of his car she said without preamble, "We're going for a walk." Ben nodded and they set off down the road in silence until she spoke again. "Is it really so unreasonable for me to have a problem with you staying the night at a friend's house when that person doesn't see you as just a friend?"
"But there's nothing there!" Ben protested again. "She knows I'm with you and that we're only ever going to be friends."
"There might be nothing there on your end, but there is on hers. Don't you ever look at your Friendbook?" Emily asked.
"No, not really. I see what you're up to and follow a few game pages, but other than that, I don't pay attention." he shrugged.
Making an exasperated noise Emily said, "So you'd be Ok if I wanted to spend the night at a guy friend's house who had feelings for me and who posted things online that would give you the idea that something was going on between me and him?"
"No." Ben said, bluntly.
"Well, then." Emily said, just as bluntly.
They walked for a while longer in silence until Ben spoke up, "I won't spend the night over there any more."
Emily, not wanting to harp on about the issue, simply said, "Thank you." It wasn't exactly what she wanted, what she wanted was the JAF and her drama gone, but it was a step in the right direction. Reversing direction they headed back in silence.
When they got back to Emily's driveway, she could hear his phone chirping in the car. Shaking her head she asked, "I'd ask if you wanted to see Skippy, but I think you have something else to take care of and you probably don't want to do it here."
Ben sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. "Yeah. I'll, uh, talk to you tomorrow." He took a few steps towards his car, turned, and asked, "Are we OK?"
"Right now? No. But I think we can be." Emily said. "Right now I'm pretty disappointed, pissed, and it's going to take a little time to get over that." She shrugged, "But I will because I want to. It's just not going to happen tonight."
Nodding, ben unlocked his car and opened the door, "Well. Good night then." he said.
"Night." Emily responded as she went inside and shut the door. When she heard his car drive off she felt the energy go out of her and crumpled to the floor where the dogs quickly came to her side. Petting Skippy with one hand and holding Hol close with the other, she said into the brown dog's fur, "Well that sucked."
Hol whined in a way that could might have been interpreted as sympathetic. As Emily sat on the floor absently petting both dogs she wondered if she could have handled that better. She knew that she'd sort of blown up which might have been a bit much for what was happening at the time, but she'd had her fill of the JAF's incendiary commentary about Ben, and taking the "chill" route that Trace had suggested gave her no way to vent about it.
Instead, it just built up and up until this issue had let it loose. And honestly, how had Ben not seen what was right under his nose? She had the sneaking suspicion that he had, but he liked the attention, even if he wouldn't act on it... And that just made it worse, if he'd known and had still done nothing.
Resting her head against the closest furry thing she sat unmoving for a few more minutes before hauling herself to her feet. Thinking about it wasn't solving anything, and besides, the ball was really in Ben's court now. He'd been made aware, if he hadn't been already, of JAF's feelings, how her expression of those feelings was impacting his relationship, and Emily really hoped that he'd step up to the plate.
Otherwise she wasn't sure how much more friend drama she wanted to put up with.
Looking at the clock Emily decided that she was done with today and that it was time to head to bed. 9:30 was a little on the early side, but it did ensure that she'd get enough rest, if she was lucky and all the little niggling doubt-filled voices in her head would shut up so she could sleep.