"Sure. Why the hell not?" Stephanie grumbled. "I assume you've got Coke?"

"Only because people keep leaving their fucking twelve packs here when we get together for football. Why so grumpy all of a sudden?" Ben wasn't actually sure why he was asking. He wasn't usually overly interested in what was bothering people. If they wanted to talk about it they would and if they didn't him asking wasn't going to change anything.

"I'm not grumpy, it's just hot." Telling him the truth wasn't really an option.

"Okay." From behind the island it was easy to relax just enough to actually take in his ex without staring at her like she was a piece of meat. It was one of the things that Stephanie hated most about him and something he'd struggled to get in check especially since his more recent girlfriends weren't nearly as forgiving of his eyes, wandering or not. She was stunning, he had to pull his eyes away from her before she noticed him staring and worse before he was going to be forced to explain why his boxers didn't fit quite as well as they did a few moments ago.

Ben snorted while he poured them both drinks. If this was even six months ago he'd have her hands tied behind her back with her own top. The urge was still there but she was absolutely right about the fact that they weren't together anymore and he didn't have any right to treat her like she was an object. He shouldn't have treated her like that when they were together. That didn't take away from the urge in the least. Stephanie had always called him a beast and he didn't deny it. The truth was he liked it, certainly enjoyed it more than lying all the time or pretending he didn't notice how attractive she or any woman was.

He forced a smile on and placed her drink down next to her and sat down closer to the TV picking up an Xbox controller and waiting for the system to start up. "Are you seriously going to leave me all alone on the couch with the ice cream?" Stephanie asked picking up the carton and walking over to sit next to him.

"I was going to say yes." Ben replied barely glancing at Stephanie. "You look good by the way."

By the way. He'd given warmer compliments to her mother. "Really? That's all you're going to say?" Stephanie pretended to stretch intentionally thrusting her foot directly in front of his face. "What's the matter?"

"You're blocking my view." Ben mumbled gripping her slender ankle and gently pushing it down. "Now stop playing Steph. You've made your point."

"Who says I'm playing?" She replied rolling onto her stomach kicking her feet back and forth over her head.

"Whatever you're doing it's annoying." Ben gulped down half his drink and set it aside. "Now if you don't mind my match is about to start."

It was Stephanie's turn to glare at her ex. There weren't a whole lot of things that could drag his attention away from his video games. She'd never managed it before, certainly not if he had his hands on something brand new. It was definitely one of his least endearing traits. He could probably ignore an earthquake as long as his television didn't tip over. Stephanie rose up onto her hands and knees crawling between Ben and the television making certain to roll her hips with each movement. "Am I blocking your view from here?" She asked in her best baby girl voice. Ben only responded with a slight grunt. Which she knew meant she wasn't blocking him since he would have moved her or himself if she was.

Ben shook his head slightly trying to keep his eyes on the screen. It was just a bit difficult with Stephanie's breasts swaying beneath her while her upturned rump rolled with her movements. "Fuck." He muttered to himself. If Stephanie hadn't been staring at him she would have believed it was completely due to whatever was exploding on the screen behind her. However she had a perfect view of his cock swelling and slipping out of the opening of his boxers. The worst part for Ben was that he wasn't in any position to subtly do anything about it.

"Oh look at that. Looks like someone is happy to see me." Stephanie sprawled out on her back arching slightly before relaxing into place.

"You know Stephanie if you don't stop being a tease I might end up doing something. Whether you're my girlfriend or not." Ben's gaze was currently focused on her hips, in particular her shorts which he just noticed had the top button undone and folded over to keep them in place.

"Oh please. If you had the stomach for that you'd already have me pinned against something. I kinda like this new you though. Like a big adorable puppy." Stephanie kicked off her sandals and sat up. "You know I still remember all the degrading things you used to do to me."

"I already told you I'm not apologizing for it and if I had it to do over again I'd probably do that and worse." Ben tilted his head slightly to avoid her gaze.

"Yeah, yeah. You're not sorry. You just wish I was still that mousy little thing that you treated like an animal." Half of her face twisted up into a smile. "Well I think it's time I got a little pay back." Before Ben could react she had her foot pressed against the underside of his hardon pinning it between his stomach and her toes. He could only gasp not only at the brand new sensation but at the realization that if she'd intended to hurt him he'd be curled up on the floor. "I think I should get to treat you like a piece of trash so you know what it's like." A little bit of added pressure had the desired effect of bringing Ben's eyes off the screen and to hers. "Do I have your attention now?" Ben nodded. "Good. Since you want to act like a little bitch I think I can treat you like one." She started massaging his cock with her foot.

Ben shuddered. He'd never seen a look that intense from anybody and certainly never expected it from Stephanie. He'd also never had a foot against his crotch. It was nothing like he thought it would be. It felt great, and the obvious threat that with very little effort she could make him very sorry kept him perfectly still. "I'm still not sorry."

Stephanie reacted by increasing the pressure on his cock just a little. "Who said I wanted you to be sorry? When have I ever asked you for an apology?" Her grin widened and she started slowly working his shaft with her toes. She scooted a little closer and pushed him down to his back with her other foot. "Maybe I just want you to know what it's like to be treated like garbage. Is that okay with you?" Before giving him a chance to answer she stood up and pressed her heel down against his scrotum. Any argument that he may have had was immediately squashed. He nodded his consent. "Good."

This certainly wasn't going quite according to plan. She'd expected Ben to still be the same rabid animal who did what he wanted and who'd never even consider submitting to any woman let alone her. Now here she was standing over him with her foot resting on his cock. It made sense why he enjoyed having her at his feet now. The rush was definitely a bit intoxicating. He was helpless beneath her. "Are you my bitch?" Ben nodded quickly. Stephanie wondered if he could see how her head was starting to swim. "That's a good little puppy." She started working a little faster against his dick. He was starting to squirm beneath her now. She remembered that look on his face, the one that showed he was starting to get close. "No, you don't get to cum yet." Stephanie stopped. The look of frustration on his face was absolutely delicious. Watching his cock twitching at the very edge of orgasm was just as enjoyable.

"Hold still." Stephanie ordered. She needn't have bothered. Her foot pressed against his manhood was more than adequate at deterring Ben from doing anything he wasn't explicitly instructed to do. "Hand me the ice cream." He didn't take his eyes off hers when he reached for the carton and offered it up to her. He wasn't really sure if he couldn't or didn't want to take his eyes off he felt like he was locked into place. Stephanie took the carton and poured the melted ice cream down her foot and onto his crotch. Even melted it was still cold enough to send a shiver through his body. Now that he was slick with the ice cream she went back to work faster this time. "Now you can cum puppy." Even if she hadn't given him permission he likely wouldn't have lasted much longer underfoot. His hips bucked against her toes. Ben's face contorted into a familiar look of pleasure when his warm cum mixed with the Cookies n' Cream ice cream already coating her toes and his groin.

Stephanie didn't stop kneading his cock until Ben relaxed beneath her staring up at her. "That's a good lil' puppy. But you're not done yet. Clean me." Stephanie clenched her jaw. One of two things were about to happen. He was either going to throw her down and ravage her like the like the savage beast he used to be or he was going to submit and lick his cum from her toes. There was no way of knowing which he was going to do before he did it. Stephanie's heart was racing in her chest. Careful to keep her eyes locked on his she dangled her foot just a few inches over his face.

Ben recoiled initially as glob splattered down on his lips. She had to be joking. She couldn't possible expect him to lick her feet or eat semen. There was just no way he was going to do something as disgusting and degrading as that. "What? This isn't half as gross as the things you used to make me do every night." Ben had never heard her snarl before. It was surprisingly sexy. She wasn't lying either, this hardly registered compared to what he'd done to her in the past.

Stephanie nearly fainted at the sight of Ben's tongue slipping past his lips and straining towards her foot. Her entire body went stiff, she was certain when he started slowing down that she'd pushed too far and he was about to remind her who he really was. His tongue tickled the sole of her foot for a moment before it was replaced with pleasant warmth. "That's good. Now my toes." One by one Ben wrapped his lips around her toes suckling the mixture of fluids away. "Oh God." She gasped reaching out to grab the bookcase for balance.

It was turning into a day of firsts for Ben, first time submitting to a woman, first time getting a foot job and now his first time eating semen. It might have been the mixture of his favorite ice cream or the slight buzz he had from his drinks. Whatever it was it wasn't half as big a deal as his female friends had led him to believe. It was just a little thick, like medicine and even with the distinctly salty flavor of Stephanie's toes Cookies n' Cream was still great ice cream. When he was finished he just sank back to the floor looking up at Stephanie. He was to busy winding down to notice that she was just as far gone as he was.

Stephanie managed to make the fact that her legs went from beneath her look like she'd intended to kneel beside him resting her head on his chest enjoying the sound of his heart in his chest. "So that's what it feels like? No wonder you're not sorry." She lightly kissed his chest tasting the fresh sweat there.

"That's what it feels like to be me. At least it used to." He brought up one hand to rest on her head gently stroking her short hair. Ben chuckled slightly. "It's every bit as bad as any drug and sooner or later you'll want more. Not that I really care at the moment since I can totally claim it wasn't my fault but don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Fiancée actually." Another soft kiss was laid on his chest.

"Oh. Congratulations." Anne slapped him hard on the chest. "What? Aren't I supposed to be happy for you?"

"No. You're supposed to . . . you know what forget it." Anne frowned slightly. "Why'd you let me go?"

"What was I supposed to do? Throw you in my trunk and not let you out until you agreed that you were better off with a man who had no problem using you as a piss mop when a perfect gentleman was courting you?" Ben exhaled then inhaled deeply.

"You did worse just for fun." She responded slapping him again a little harder now. Stephanie knew there wasn't anything he could have done then to change her mind at the time. She hadn't expected to miss the feeling of his fingers in her hair yanking her about or being told what to do.

"That was different. I never-"

"Oh shut your mouth. You did mean to hurt me. You did mean to break me and see just how far you could push me." She didn't sound upset to Ben. Stephanie never seemed upset about the things he'd done. He knew she should hate him but she never seemed to hate him. "Just like I fully meant to humiliate you just now." Stephanie wrapped her leg around one of his. "I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"That's all you get." This time Stephanie nipped him. "Oh and you're invited to the wedding." Ben's eyes widened. "Don't look so surprised."

"I guess reminding you that I don't do weddings isn't gonna fly here?" Ben sighed.

"Well that depends on if you ever want to see me again. If you miss my wedding we're done." Ben couldn't tell if she was joking or not. "It'll be fun I promise." Ben swore he saw her eyes flicker slightly but he knew that wasn't possible.