Bound (Seven Year Itch)

by Jennifer Foor

  Ben smirks, displaying an ornery grin telling me he's up to no good. He leaves one last kiss on my lips before twirling me around to bend me back over. He rubs my butt then lets go. "Don't move."

  I can hear the sound of his zipper and recognize that he's loosening his pants. He's about to fuck me over the conference room table and I'm going to let it happen.

  My body erupts with excitement, and I'm overcome with a sudden urge for this to continue.

  I don't have to wait long for the result I'm hoping for. Ben drags his dick over my ass then down to my pussy. He slithers around using my lubrication to guide the way. Remnants of him still remain as he slides inside of my sore walls. He takes my head and presses my cheek against the hard surface of the table while taking me from behind.

  His strong hands are clenched over my hips to enable he remains in complete control. I'm at his mercy and I don't want it any other way. He's pounding into me, light moans escaping him as he works. Each time I hear him getting pleasure from what he's doing my body erupts in tiny spasms. It's electrifying, and when he finishes I feel as if I'm on a high I can't come down from. This man I've guarded myself from has no limits, and as scary as it may be, I can't seem to get enough of him. I know what's on the line; what's at stake, but I don't seem to care. If this is my rapture I want to walk into it with both eyes open, because missing out on Ben is no longer a feasible option I'm willing to risk.

  Chapter 14

  Ben

  There's a problem with being patient. Once you finally get what you’ve been waiting for you get greedy. I've never been one to absorb myself with one woman, but I can't seem to get my fill of Macy. She's gorgeous, intelligent, hardheaded, and extremely flexible. The woman can pretzel her legs like none I've witnessed before. When she looks at me I feel as if we're having the same degree of emotions, though she continues to remind me this is nothing but sex. I’m okay with it, at least I think I am. In my opinion I’m not real sure why I’m having a hard time imagining sharing her.

  I brought her into my life with the assurance that I'd help her to be more confident and in control, but I'm afraid if this affair continues she'll be the one having to teach me control.

  I fuck her on the table without a care in the world, including the fact that we've yet again had intercourse without protection. Given the fact that she's infertile, and I know her on a personal level, I haven't much considered her giving me some kind of disease.

  As I finish, I take her panties out of my pocket so she can use them to clean herself. "Sorry for the mess."

  She looks at me with a worrisome stare. "Ben, I can’t walk around all day with a pair of panties shoved in my vagina to prevent dripping. That's terrible."

  She’s tugging her skirt back down while doing her best to dab the cum that has leaked down to her thigh.

  I think back over the weekend where she let me blow my load anywhere I asked. I'm feeling horny again just imagining it, and Macy is quick to pick up on it. She shoves me playfully. "Why are you smiling?"

  I come to my senses and realize I'm being ridiculous. Its just pussy.

  "I'm thinking about how much I'm going to enjoy watching you fuck someone else." It’s not entirely the truth. Though I already have a friend in mind to do the job, I don’t want to take the chance that he might also want to form an attachment to such a hot piece of ass. In my lifestyle we don’t claim the women in our group. We freely fuck and that’s as far as it goes. To some degree I’m becoming closer to Macy. I see her every day. We work together, and need to keep a cordial relationship. As much as I’ve thought this through, I’m stumbling upon indifferences where she’s involved.

  For a second she winces and then turns away. I’m unclear why she’d seem withdrawn. "So, you still want it to happen?" She clears her throat and retorts. "I was beginning to think you changed your mind. I wouldn't want you getting all possessive when you're trying to show me how to be more independent."

  I smirk and shake my head. She's right. I have to stay on my game, but the pussy is so good it’s distracting. Nonetheless, I know she'll enjoy herself by receiving pleasure from another, even if I have a problem with it.

  Macy comes close and grips the crotch of my pants. She reaches up to speak in my ear. "I'll do whatever you want as long as you never take your eyes off of me while it's happening. I don't think I'll enjoy it unless I know you're getting off."

  When she backs away her eyes are seducing. "That's not going to be a problem."

  "Good. I’m going home, counselor.”

  I take her by the arm before she can leave. “Wait, Hold on there a minute. We have a case to go over.”

  “Ben, I’m a bit of a mess. I can’t walk around here smelling like cum. I need to go home and shower. I’ll keep my phone charged and make some inquiries with the witness list today. We can get caught up tomorrow morning in the chance that you won’t have time to call in between court and meetings. We’ve worked a ton of cases without seeing one another. Don’t make it weird at work. We have a pile of paperwork to get filed, not to mention looking into the other family members affiliated with the fraudulent company in question. I’ll get the computer analysis on the flash drive the client provided. Hopefully we can have enough probable cause to have the charges dismissed.”

  She’s right again. Macy is a class act. She’s a hell of a lawyer because she’s thorough, but mostly due to the fact that she’s had nothing better to do with her time for the last seven years. It’s no wonder she wins cases left and right. She’s devoted her whole life to her job. It’s sad, but at the same time it’s put her in a position where my lifestyle is acceptable.

  I have to let this woman leave for the day because I’ve literally made a mess of things, not that I minded one bit that she’d be walking around smelling like sex. “Keep me informed if you learn anything regarding the brother’s work history. I want to see if we can come up with a link that involves him more than our client.

  "Whoever hired you should be running this firm," I tease.

  Macy's fingers glide over the shoulder of my sports jacket as I answer. "Whoever it was should be given a proper thank you, again and again and again."

  God, I need to kiss her. Denying myself the satisfaction of it is a crime in itself, so I reach my hand behind her head and pull her close until our mouths are smashing together once again. Things become heated quickly, except this time she's able to pull away. "If we don't unlock the door someone is liable to suspect we've been fooling around in here."

  "Fuck them. I'm the boss. I hired half of their asses."

  "You did not."

  "Okay, so my father hired them. Same difference. When he handed me the reigns I took over. They don't want to cross me, Macy."

  "No more sex at work, Ben. As much as I enjoyed it, we can't be unprofessional. People eat at this table."

  "My last meal here was scrumptious. I still have the taste in my mouth."

  She points at me. "We need time apart or work won't get done. You're so bad." She runs her hands up my chest until our eyes meet. For a few seconds it's silent. I don't know what she's thinking, but I'm fully aware what's on my mind.

  "I'll be in touch." I hate hearing her say it.

  When she leaves I stare at the door to make sure she doesn't come back in. Once I've returned to my own office I make a call to someone who needs to be filled in with what I've gotten myself into.

  She picks up on the second ring. "What could you possibly want this early? Macy missed her last appointment and I won't see her again until this Friday. I'm done playing your games, Ben. Haven't you learned that meddling in people's lives can never end well?"

  "Oh for shit sakes, Margo, save the drama filled bit. I know you don't give a shit about Macy. I was calling to tell you to back off of her. She won't be needing your services any longer."

  "You do realize she's my patient and I'm treating her for anxiety. I can't make a call and end the relationship. Therapy is healthy."

  "Like I said
before, she won't be needing you or your damn meds. As far as I'm concerned we're even. You got what you wanted and now you're in the clear. He'll never know what we did."

  "You better hope not, because that pre-nup screwed me. I won't have my practice shut down because I fucked you."

  "Save me the drama. You did this to yourself. It's not my fault you couldn't be a good wife. I honestly don’t know who in the hell would ever want to pay you for advice. I’d rather put a gun to my head."

  "You're such an asshole."

  "Stop seeing Macy."

  "Or what? You'll run and tell Daddy? I'll have you know things are different now. I love him. Almost losing him changed the way I feel."

  "That is the biggest load of bullshit you've come up with, but it's your problem not mine." This bitch thinks she can play my hand. I may have used her for my own personal gain, but I'm not going to let her try to convince me she's nothing but a manipulative whore.

  "I take it you've gotten what you wanted from Macy. Poor girl. She doesn't know who she's dealing with."

  When Macy was going through her divorce in the beginning she needed to talk to someone, so I had an associate suggest someone I knew. Of course, my ulterior motives could be misconstrued, but it got me what I wanted. I've known all along that Macy thought about being with me. It was my purpose to stay in her head until she could no longer shake me out. I just never anticipated I would easily enjoy her as much as I am. I mean, I knew I’d get my fill, but this is something entirely different. She fascinates me in more ways than I’m able to comprehend. My guilty conscience is going to get in the way if I don't make sure I'm out of danger from her ever knowing I've been getting a copy of her visitation notes from the good doctor, who is also known as my evil, two-faced, money-hungry whore of a step-mother.

  I make it to lunch before I'm itching to speak with Macy. By now she's home and probably in a pair of those black yoga pants women seem to fancy. I wonder if after her shower she preferred to slip on a soft cotton top without a bra, and how her tart nipples protrude from the fabric. Just imagining it wakes my dick from its slumber. I double check the clock on the wall to see I have nearly an hour before my one o'clock court case begins. It'll take me ten minutes to walk the few blocks to the courthouse, so I gather my things and decide to grab a bite to eat beforehand. I no sooner make it to a nearby food truck when I see a familiar face walking in my direction. Her name is Stacia, and back in the day when I was hooking up with a lot of different women she was one of my favorites. Stacia owns a marketing firm. She's now married with at least one child. Love changed her, but from the look on her face she doesn't seem upset to be running into me. Her arms spread open as I approach her. She hugs me as if we're long lost friends. "Ben, it's good to see you. How have you been?"

  "I'm great. I took over the firm from my dad. He's living half the year here and the other in Florida."

  "Is he still married to that bitch of a wife?"

  "Not for long. He had some health problems that caused the separation to be delayed, but I'm hoping he comes to his senses before she robs him dry." I pause and rake her in. She's changed, but seems to be glowing. Her happiness can't be faked. "So how are you? What's it like juggling marriage, kids and a job?"

  "It's time consuming, and I'm exhausted, but Jacque works from home so he's always with the kids. I have two now, a girl and a baby boy." She pulls out her phone and scrolls through some pictures of the four of them together.

  She tells me all about the birth of her son, and how being a mother changed her. Before she is able to continue I notice it's time to get on with my day. Without worrying how it will make me appear, I feel the need to ask her something I know she'll understand.

  "Stacia, do you ever miss the old lifestyle, the freedom, the selection?"

  "No. I have everything I could ever want waiting at home for me. That way of life, the things I was involved in, I feel like I grew out of them. I got bored. Just like marriage, it became repetitious. People change, and it was time for me to look toward a future. We can't all live the life of a highly favorable bachelor, Ben."

  I smile, but it's only for show. I've built my life around the things I want. Most men would love the opportunities and women that throw themselves at me. Up until recently I felt like nothing could break me. I just wonder if one day I'll want more, and if I do, how will I ever be able to let go of my lifestyle?

  Chapter 15

  Macy

  Since I spent the entire weekend fornicating with Ben, I neglected to go grocery shopping for weekly essentials. As soon as I arrive back at home I jump in the shower and wash away the sticky remnants of our office romp. Just thinking about it makes me horny again, so I take the shower head to my needy pussy and let the water bring me to orgasm.

  After I'm clean, I throw on something comfortable and get the files from my briefcase so I can start working. The next time I check the clock it's nearly two and I've had nothing to eat. After searching through the kitchen, I come up with crackers and hummus.

  I'm on a phone call when I hear my doorbell ring. Since I'm not expecting company or a package I head to the foyer to see who it could be. Standing on the opposite side of the door is Ben. He's holding two coffee cups in either hand and smiling through the antique glass in the center of the door. I open it up and settle on a pleased grimace to welcome him. "What's this visit for?"

  "We need to discuss something."

  I lead him into the living room and move all the paperwork out of the way so he has a place to sit. "What's going on? Is it about the case?"

  "I've set something up for tonight for us."

  "Like dinner?" I assume.

  "No. It's regarding the other thing."

  I'm shocked. "Wow, so soon?"

  His brow raises as he attempts to read me. "Why not get it done and over with?"

  I shrug. "I just figured I'd have some time to prepare. It's a little unnerving to think that in a few hours I'm going to be screwing someone I've never met."

  "Actually, that's why I've stopped by. You kind of know this person, but I trust him, and I know he'll be a good match for this."

  If he knew me at all he'd understand how wrong this feels. I don't want to sleep with someone else, especially when sex with Ben is fantastic. I can't begin to fathom how this sort of activity is supposed to get someone off, but it's apparently his thing and I said I would try it. Now I’m even more persuaded to show him the door and end this elusive game of who is fucking who.

  “I know him? That might be a big problem for me.”

  “Why? You know me.”

  I look away. “It’s different with you. I’ve always…it’s just different, Ben. I’ve wanted to sleep with you. I’ve imagined it.”

  “So, you’re telling me you haven’t thought about being with any other man?”

  I shrug. “You were the man I refused to admit that I wanted. I knew it wouldn’t change until I got you out of my system. Fantasizing about you doesn’t leave much room for anyone else. I’m not able to multitask like you seem to be able to do. I can’t shuffle around sex partners like they’re some special kind of playlist.”

  He’s impressed. Though I can’t see it, I know his head is growing even larger than it already is. This is not what I needed to say to him, because now he knows how much I’ve wanted to do things with him; to give myself to a man I could never change.

  “It’s Donovan Jacobs.”

  “The Donovan Jacobs?” I’m in shock. Donovan Jacobs is a judge. He’s at least ten years older than Ben, and probably fifteen years my senior. He’s very handsome, married, and a father. I’m stunned to hear this about someone I thought of as a role model.

  “The one and only. Don’t look so amazed, Macy. It’s sex. The people in our group are only there for one thing. We don’t want love. We want to fuck. It’s the selection we wouldn’t have while being married to just one person for the rest of our lives.”

  “What about his wife?”

  Ben loo
ks down. “I don’t think she approves. She may not even know. He’s been doing this for years, way before I got involved. Maybe she’s aware, but I doubt it. Most people who are married keep this a secret from their spouses. I would imagine it’s difficult to walk away and not be tempted. This way he’s with the same group of people who he knows won’t have any reason to destroy his family. It’s just a thing some people need.”

  “I think that’s awful. Why get married if you can’t keep your dick in your pants?”

  He’s laughing at me and shaking his head. “Let me ask you this, Macy. Would you rather be married to a man who loves and adores you, or one who cheats and ruins your lives by falling in love with someone else?”

  “You can’t use that as your excuse.”

  “It’s the truth. He loves his family. His wife is everything to him, and he’d never want to hurt her, but he has desires that just one person will never be able to fulfill. He’s accustom to this lifestyle, and he can’t shake it.”

  I hate hearing him say that. It can’t be that way for everyone. “So you’re saying all these people who are in your little sex group will never change? They’ll never leave and want to live monogamous lives with just one person?”

  Thankfully Ben shakes his head. “Of course not. I just ran into someone today who got married and has two children. She’s never made an attempt to contact us. I believe she’s happy with one person.”

  “So if the right woman came into your life you could change your ways?”

  When Ben stares at his hands instead of into my eyes I know it’s going to be bad news. “Macy, I don’t know. I’d be lying if I told you it was possible.”

  I want to run away from him, but he’s standing in my home, so I’m forced to either kick him out or keep up appearances to ensure this doesn’t end badly. Having sex with Ben has been more than I could have fabricated up in my mind, but the rest of this scares me. I’ve heard and seen him with other women, once by accident and the second time by his own hands. I knew what I was getting involved in, but I’m petrified I’ve stepped into a lifestyle I won’t be able to handle, or maybe even escape. “Ben, I don’t…”