He's not on the bed?!

An unknown amount of time later, you woke up satisfied and refreshed. You leaned to your side in search for Benz only to find that side of the bed empty.

'Fuck. Did he leave?' you thought to yourself as you tried to break through the haze from just waking up. You were about to berate yourself for taking it too far with him when you heard the the sound of the shower from the bathroom.

"Benz?" you softly asked, in hopes of hearing a soft, baritone voice in response.

Instead, you were greeted by the gruff and agitated voice of Benz shouting back at you, "What?!"

Relieved that he was still in your room, you sat up on your bed and waited for Benz to come out of the bathroom. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door swing open and out came a newly showered Benz. As he was clothed by only a towel around his wait, you could see all of the love bites that you left on his chest last night.

Seeing the smug smile on your face, Benz angrily lunges at you, aiming to punch your jaw. Unfortunately, his legs were still wobbly from last night and the punch landed weakly against your chest instead. Embarrassed by this, Benz decided to double down on his attack and pushed you down against the bed. But just as he was about to launch another punch, he actively decided to hold himself back. Instead, he punched the mattress beside you angrily and stood back up.

"I deserved that," you calmly tell him as you sat yourself back up.

"Fuck yeah, you did," he responded angrily, "You took advantage of me last night."

"You got to fuck me first, remember?" you remind him, "We are even."

"It's not the same," he retorts back, "You-"

"Did you not like it?" you asked carefully, making sure not to push the wrong buttons.

You could see Benz processing the question in his head. He was about to answer when he stopped himself. He recomposed himself and remarked, "I did not not like it."

"So-" you pressed on, hoping that leaving things open-ended will help push Benz towards the direction you want him to go.

Benz quickly paced up and down the room thinking. You can see that he was really torn between his ego and his feelings about what happened. You were almost about to give up on him when something within him finally won out. Sighing deeply, he finally admitted to himself and to you, "I enjoyed it, okay. I liked being fucked. There was something liberating about just letting you do what you wanted to do with me. I've always felt the need to the dominant one in life and on the field that it felt strangely wonderful to let you have the reins over me. It also didn't hurt that you were good at what you were doing."

Looking straight at you, he continued, "I've never come that many times in one night, Lexus. You've made me orgasm five time. Fucking five times, Lexus. And three of those times, you had your fucking monster cock in my ass."

He gave you one last troubled look before finally making his decision, "Look-"