A/N: Truth be told, this was inspired by the fact there's like zero dom!Ben fanfiction. Or at least, I can't find any in the het department, and I think that's a crime since Ben really isn't as fluffy/sweet as he looks. Despite his injury in S3, he kept trying to flip Sarah over, and he could also get pretty ruthless (i.e. having people tortured/slapping around Hickey in 3x1), so yeah. I maintain he could potentially be aggressive in the bedroom, and I wanted to explore that here. He starts off gruff/commanding in this fic, but gets soft/like how he's mostly perceived on TURN in the aftercare portion. With that said, I chose Ben/Peggy, because I feel like a team-up between them would've been interesting (I didn't really go into detail with that here), and because I feel like Peggy is lowkey kinky, ahem.

Hope you all enjoy!

Title: Inspired by/borrowed from "Until It Hurts" by Fransisca Hall.

"Until It Hurts"

"I need to speak with you."

Peggy looked up from her escritoire with a raised brow, trying her best not to smirk as Ben appeared in the doorway. His expression was stormy, wild, and unbidden, a deep throb already started up between her legs. Her thighs tensed with anticipation.

Knowing that it would displease him, she shrugged and turned her attention back to the note she'd been writing. "It's rather rude of you to drop by so suddenly," she admonished. "I don't remember giving you permission to come calling."

Ben sneered. "I think you can forgive me the lapse." He closed the double doors and locked them, his intentions all too clear. "When I was here last, it would seem you took it upon yourself to spread some gossip on my behalf. I would like a retraction."

Peggy squirmed in her seat, her pulse thrumming as she continued to write out her letter. "Why?" she challenged. "That gossip, as you say, was glowingly complimentary." She looked up at him and batted her lashes. "Besides, I never told these women that I knew from firsthand experience."

Ben's reputation was important to him – or rather, his pristine image as a soldier – and she knew this. What she also knew was he delighted in her snappish tongue and often praised her for it (with his own snappish tongue between her legs), so this was merely foreplay. He was never truly cross with her, and she, in turn, never truly intended to harm his ego. It was all instrumental to their fun. Although she had been feeding Ben information about her husband over the past several months now, there was never any guarantee that he would be back at her doorstep, so if this little faux pas of sorts was the way to bring him back again…well, then so be it.

"Will you put down that damned quill?"

Lifting her head, Peggy appraised him with interest. The look on Ben's face made her bite her lip, excitement licking through her core with a pleasant rush of heat. The last time she had nettled him this badly, he'd fucked an apology out of her right against the bookshelf to her right.

"Do you truly not know what you've done?" Ben asked. His voice was a low rumble, making her pulse quicken. "It's in poor taste to undermine one's superior – regardless of complimentary intent, and you know this quite well."

"I'm afraid I don't recall," Peggy said, lifting her chin with a smile. "Was it before or after I told Miss Redmond of your…endowments?"

A slight sneer lifted the corner of Ben's mouth, and he stepped toward her with purpose.

"Perhaps you need a lesson in secrecy," he admonished.

Seizing her by the wrist, he yanked her up from her seat and she gasped, her breath growing labored once he nodded toward the hem of her dress.

"Lift up your garments," he commanded.

Leaning back against the desk, Peggy nodded. "Might I have both hands to please you, Major Tallmadge?"

His eyes remained stormy and unyielding, yet he released his strong hold on her wrist. There was a slight ache from his touch, but Peggy didn't mind – she found she rather preferred roughness these days.

Biting her lip, she bent down and took hold of the hem of her skirts and shift, then lifted them as requested. Beneath her gown, she was completely bare.

"Stay still," Ben warned. Sliding a hand between her legs, his eyes honed in on her face and he rolled the heel of his palm against her heat. Cheeks flushed and mouth slack, her back arched as she began to grind down into his searching fingers.

"Is the art of secrecy starting to return to you?" he mocked.

Unable to properly respond, a soft, kittenish mewl caught in Peggy's throat and she trembled, allowing him to slide further between her thighs as she nodded. With his mouth brushing against her ear, Ben rolled his fingers along her slick, sensitive slit.

"You're soaked," he purred against her skin. "Did you get started without me?"

Breathing out as though winded, Peggy squirmed when with his free hand, he gave her an admonishing swat on her hip. The other continued to grind down into her clit, his fingers dragging back and forth along her throbbing entrance. With a hitching breath, she arched her hips and cried out when he pushed two fingers deep inside her. Clapping a hand over her mouth, Ben opened Peggy up with a gruff, scissoring motion between her walls, and she rode his fingers with impatient little thrusts. Her hips rocked up into his jerking hand as he pushed, prodded and rubbed at her soaking center, intent on driving her maddeningly close to the edge without completely pushing her over.

"Are you finally going to behave for me?"

With a feeble little nod, Peggy gasped when he knotted her hair and yanked, forcing their eyes to lock as he continued working his hand between her legs.

"Do you want to cum?"

Again, Peggy nodded, but this time a soft little moan escaped her lips.

That was when Ben pulled away.

"Oh…" Nearly in tears from the delicious over-stimulation, Peggy whined as her orgasm was unable to hit its peak. "Major Tallmadge, why did you stop?"

"Come here." Pulling up her chair, Ben sat upon it and gestured for her to follow.

Bemused, Peggy approached him on rubbery, near-useless legs. Believing she knew what he desired, she attempted to get down on her knees, but he surprised her – nay, shocked her – when he took her wrist and dragged her down over his lap. "Major!" she exclaimed, red-faced. "What on earth…?"

With little fanfare, he lifted her skirts and exposed her to his greedy, appraising gaze. "Did you actually think I would let you off the hook? The other soldiers – the doxies, too – have gotten wind of your little fun, and camp life has been quite difficult thanks to you. I expect an apology."

Before she could fight against him, he brought his hand down flat against the curve of her ass in a harsh, stinging slap. She jerked forward from the force of the blow, startled, and her hips grazed across his swelling erection. Peering back at him over her shoulder in wide-eyed astonishment, she yipped when he compulsively struck her backside again with a firm, resounding smack.

"Face the front, please."

Peggy gasped and whimpered. With her bottom pointed upward, she felt his hand cup her ass before sliding down between her legs. This was utterly humiliating, and she felt even worse for being completely, undeniably aroused by her plight.

"You have been far too unruly as of late," Ben told her, his fingers dipping between her sensitive folds. "Do you know what happens to unruly girls?" He smacked her sensitive rear and she squeaked, biting her lip until her eyes watered. "They get punished."

Circling her bud with several firm, deliberately glacial strokes, Ben held Peggy down with one hand and eased a finger into her slick, sopping heat with the other. He huffed. "Just look at you, already soaking my breeches like some wanton harlot…I was hoping you wouldn't make a mess." She whined and he probed her with a brisk roughness, his cock grinding slowly against her stomach while he added yet another digit. Peggy mewled and squirmed against him. The frantic motions aggravated his throbbing erection, and Ben hissed under his breath, curling his fingers between her slick walls and opening her up nice and deep.

Peggy gasped and went limp in his lap. She wriggled her hips, desperate for any type of friction. "Major Tallmadge," she whimpered. "Please…?"

He chuckled at her eagerness. "Oh no, I think not, Mrs. Arnold. What have you done to deserve your release?"

"I…I-I apologize," she choked out, hoping to appease him.

Ben halted his hand. "For what?"

She hesitated, then yelped when he suddenly returned to fingering her, his thumb grazing her clit as he pushed and stroked at her insides. Swallowing, she feebly managed, "For h-humiliating you."

Using his free hand to take hold of her chin, Ben forced her gaze to meet with his over her shoulder, his thumb gliding sensually over her mouth as he nodded. "Very good," he praised. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?"

Eager, Peggy nodded, her expression flooding with hope, but there was still a wickedness in his gaze that she'd grown to recognize. He wasn't done with her. Not yet.

"On your feet."

Barely able to stand, Peggy looked at him with wide, wet eyes before he carefully maneuvered her back up onto the desk.

"Now spread your legs."

Brow knitting, Peggy instinctively wished to snipe back when Ben began shucking his breeches. Oh… Swallowing, her thighs tensed with longing and she watched him unabashedly stroke himself, a bright, pretty pink staining her cheeks as his erection strained between his fingers.

"Wider," he commanded, his own face growing flushed. "If you obey me, you'll be rewarded."

Compliant, Peggy parted her legs and watched Ben sink down to his knees, her heart in her throat as he drew the warm slant of his mouth toward her thigh. He kissed along her stockinged leg and groaned, mouthing at her through the fabric before dragging his lips up toward the ribbon that secured the garment. Taking hold of it with his teeth, Ben pulled the ribbon until it loosened, and then released his cock to repeat the process with her right.

Bewildered, Peggy sat up to see what he was doing, only to jerk once he took hold of her wrists and bound them together with the ribbons. "Major…?"

Curling his hands beneath her thighs, Ben hoisted them up around his waist and urged himself between her legs, grinding his cock against her slit as they locked eyes. "Hold still," he growled at her, "and take me in."

With a sharp gasp, Peggy arched and rolled up into his merciless assault, her breasts heaving as he pinned her down and finally drove deep inside her. A few papers spilled onto the floor in response, and with a great cry, she parted her legs in surrender, feeling his cock graze against her spot with each harsh, frantic thrust.

Every time Ben fucked into her just right, her legs cramped up and she spasmed, her bound hands clasped as though in prayer while he jolted her against the wooden surface.

"Please," she begged him.

Ben's groans caught against her ear and she arched, his hips driving harshly into her own while the deep, almost punitive thrusts left her floaty and delirious with sensation. She squeezed him between her thighs and mewled, bucking up each time he pounded between her walls.

She gasped and Ben pulled her hair again, gnashing his teeth once he realized that he wasn't going to last. His hips ratcheted up, and then he collapsed over top of her before spilling haphazardly between her thighs.

Peggy moaned, sinking back against the desk with a long, drawn-out whimper. "Can I…?" She quivered, wincing as nipped at her bottom lip. "W-will you please…?"

Ben chuckled, tucking himself back inside his breeches. "You really don't know how punishments work, do you?" Fondly, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her brow. "Since you've done so well, I would be delighted to reward you later this afternoon – though not a moment sooner."

Shivering and debauched, Peggy found herself being lifted before she was drawn into his lap once more. This time, however, his movements were wholly warm and gentle, and she melted into the kiss he placed on her neck.

"Are you all right?" he asked, genuine concern etching his tone.

Smiling, Peggy preened beneath his apprehension and turned her head, pressing a placating kiss to his mouth. While he unfastened her wrists, she teased, "You could have struck me harder, you know. If I had known you would be doing…w-well…whatever that scandalous act was, I daresay I would have striven to vex you far sooner."

Ben grinned, relief dancing across his eyes. "I should've known you would enjoy spanking," he said. "You are, after all, quite the child."

She tapped his nose. "Careful now, or you may be the one sent to bed without dessert." Motioning to the door, she added, "Might you help me up? I trust I won't be able to sit for long…"

"Unfortunately, I have other plans that may lend to discomfort," Ben admitted. "Perhaps I should reel in my desires?"

"No," Peggy said, lacing her arms around his neck while he lifted her. "No, no, you will do no such thing."

He stooped to graze his mouth over her lips. "Whatever the lady commands, I will do."

"But not unless you're in charge, I see."

The two shared a knowing grin, and then Ben carried her several rooms over toward their preferred rendezvous spot, hidden away and in secret, and where the rest of the household was mercifully none the wiser.