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"Fuck," he moaned out lowly, dark eyes trying desperately to find mine through the pleasure I was feeling all throughout my body straddling his, "pumpernickel."

"Sofia, untie me," he continued with a grumble, hips jerking upward to meet mine, "now."

"Oh, Lord..." I breathed out unevenly, my movements slowing down as I had to process his request, now seated atop him, "give me a second..."

I hazily lifted myself up a little on him and reached forward to untie his hands. Mine were shaking, so it took quite a bit of fumbling and both of us grew restless.

When I finally managed to free both his hands, they grabbed my sides and he sat up to be able to kiss my breasts, causing a strangled sound to leave my lips. My fingers immediately tangled in his hair, running through it gently as I fully lowered myself back onto his member, eliciting quiet murmurs of approval from both of us.

"Legs, Sofia," his hot breath and lips brushed against my chest, his dark eyes looking up at me and causing a pleasurable tingle to travel down my body at how incredibly arousing he looked right now.

"Yes," I sighed out completely mindlessly and leaned back enough for me to be able to reach his ankles without getting off him.

While I fumbled pathetically with the ties around one ankle, growing increasingly more frustrated as I was incapable in my current state to get it open, Ben continued leaving lewd and torturous kisses against my breasts while he cupped one in his hand. His other hand was on my waist, holding me up.

I whined out and shifted impatiently atop him, causing him to groan out lowly at the sensation.

Without a word he left my chest alone and reached over to untie his other ankle, managing it rather swiftly.

The red marks on his wrists and ankles from tugging at the restraints when forgetting he even had them made me feel a tad bad. Then again, I don't think I'd ever been this aroused and didn't regret a thing.

Once I had somehow managed to release his other ankle, I had barely managed to return facing him fully to kiss him passionately before he had swiftly flipped us over, now hovering over me. His dark and hooded eyes drank me in shamelessly, his member still filling me to the brim.

"Hi," I managed to whisper out, utterly taken by him.

Ben flashed me a boyish grin before kissing me, all the while pulling out and taking his time thrusting back in, relaxing and tensing my body up at the same time.

"Never again," he murmured lowly against my lips, my mind having lost all rationality the moment his movements picked up a hint of speed and they angled just right, "I'm tying you up next."

"Oh, God," I moaned out breathlessly, adoring the idea and the firm, determined and suggestive way he'd said it, "yes, please."

"You feel so good," he groaned quietly by my ear, his hot lips brushing against its side and causing me to shiver yet again.

I ran my nails along his back, wanting to leave marks and remind him of me, even if it would be slightly painful.

"I'm close," I told him, straining to hold back my orgasm that was growing and growing by each passing second, threatening to burst.

"Good," he kissed me again, so hard and so passionately it completely did it for me. Warm wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body, and I fully submerged in it.

I had grabbed his face roughly and kissed him harder, muffling out my moans as his movements increased with stamina.

"Shit," he murmured, releasing inside me not long after, "bloody hell, Sofia..."

He pulled back from our kiss to see how his paced movements continued prolonging my orgasm as he brought himself through his.

Feeling like I had just ran a marathon, I was left sweating and basically panting underneath him as he rode out our highs.

Ben's sturdy weight then fell onto me, heart beating fast as he took time to calm down as well. Still very dazed, I didn't mind him laying on top of me, despite the way it made it slightly harder to breathe. I let my hands slowly and gently move up to run through his hair, relaxing him further.

"I love you," I told him, breaking the silence after a few minutes and felt him smile against my chest.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he left the tiniest kiss onto the top of my breast, still buried deep inside me slowly softening.

"Are your ankles and wrists okay?" I worried the second they entered my mind.

He chuckled tiredly, lifting himself back up only to pull out of me, leaving me feeling cold and empty before he fell down onto the bed beside me and tightly cuddled up to me.

"They're fine," he told me simply, voice still low but more relaxing than anything, both of us more than ready to go to sleep.

"How did you like it?" I had to follow up, deep down knowing someone like him with so much power and control over everything had to love the loss of it in a scenario like this.

"Hated it," he quickly replied, almost as if he had been preparing to answer this question, "I don't think you understand how much it sucked not being able to touch you."

"Please, Ben," I grinned smugly, fingers still gently moving through his hair and against his scalp, bringing him closer and closer to a relaxed and sleepy state, "I know you secretly loved it. I know what men like you like."

"Men like me?" He glanced up at me, brows raising, "what is it we like, then?"

"To get to be controlled every once in a while. You'll be begging me to tie you up again soon enough," I lightly teased, before he chuckled and shook his head with finality, "I'm willing to bet on that."

"I'm not, and I disagree," he told me.

"That's fine," I gave him a warm smile, still knowing I was right, "not to change the subject, or anything, but it's really nice to be back here."

His arm around me tightened a little as his reply.

"Mhm. I'm actually thinking of buying a bigger apartment," Ben cleared his throat, "I want you to see it before I sign any papers."

"A new home? Really?" I was audibly very hesitant, as his apartment was already rather big and I had never understood the need to own multiple houses, especially when someone like Mr Capra Sr never rented them out, or anything.

"Yes," his eyes closed, on the brink of falling asleep now, "it's a 9000 square foot penthouse. It has a 360 view down onto the whole city, all the landmarks and everything."

"Oh, Lord..." I held back from shaking my head at him with a shocked laugh, "weren't you deathly afraid of heights?"

"I'm still not afraid of heights, sweetheart," he corrected, his breathing deepening and words growing slower, "Falling creeps me out. I just think you'd really like the place."

"Oh."

Suddenly he froze, catching on to how he was sounding and then didn't seem as tired anymore.

"I didn't mean for it to sound like that," he quickly spoke, eyes still staying closed but the tone of his voice very aware and awake, "I'm not asking you to move in, nor am I buying the apartment with the plan of having you move in. I respect your opinion, and would love to—"

"Stop rambling," a quiet laugh left my lips, tugging very gently and playfully at the strands of his hair, "I'd love to see it."

"How's tomorrow? I have a tonne of meetings, but after them and before dinner?" He wondered carefully, audibly trying to sound very casual, which made me smile.

"Sounds good," I kissed the top of his head, truly feeling like I couldn't get enough of him. The word slow wasn't in my dictionary anymore, and I didn't care.

"Why do you have so many meetings?" I had to ask, having noted he had them now much more than when I had worked for him, "is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," he grew more hesitant again, and didn't offer a proper answer.

"Are they still about that woman?" I still didn't feel comfortable even saying the horrid fate of the woman who had taken my profession. It scared me beyond words that she had been in the same position as I had been in, only Ben, Vinnie and the others had saved me in time.

"No, we took care of her case today," he told me, body relaxing further against mine yet still sounding rather careful with each word he spoke, "I'm trying to find a way to keep the business in the family but not have it forced onto my children."

"Oh," I fell completely silent, heartbeat increasing for some reason, "that's...wow."

"Yeah..." he chuckled quietly and slightly uncomfortably.

"What changed?" I wondered curiously, very much wanting and not wanting to know the answer at the same time. My fingers now rested in his hair, no longer moving.

"You."

My heart stopped beating for a second as I processed what he'd said and what exactly he'd meant by it. My brows furrowed and I felt very strange, before he added.

"I'm not saying that it'll be with you," Ben explained, taking his time and not seeming hesitant anymore, "but whether it's with you or somebody else, I can't imagine ever doing that to the people I love. This will sound so corny, but I don't think I even knew what love was before you. You changed everything."

"Ben," I awed, very taken by his words, "that is so cheesy, but so sweet."

"Thanks," he grinned lightly, leaving a small kiss by my chest, "I really need to go piss but I'm too comfortable."

"Ben!" I laughed in surprise at his words, "please, go use the bathroom. I promise I won't move a muscle."

He lifted himself up, his warm dark eyes opening and meeting mine. Without a word he slowly leaned down to kiss me, and I felt complete.