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Warning ⚠️: 18+ only!!! Chris Motionless v female reader. Pleasure dom/sub. Argument. Make up sex. Light choking. Spanking.
Scene set up: after you and Chris agreed to be exclusive, you became inseparable. With another tour on the horizon and the label pushing for more tracks, Chris has been busy but has asked you to come hang out.
You pull up to Chris’ house and notice that his car isn’t there. It’s a little odd because he told you he would be home. You shoot him a text quick.
“Hey, I’m at your house. You said you’d be home. I’m just gunna head in and wait for you 😝😉.” You hit send and head up the sidewalk to the house.
You go to turn the handle and the door is locked. Chris never locks his house. You shrug and get out the key he gave you. It has a little heart on it with the word ‘home’ across it. You warm inside every time you see it. You and Chris have been friends for so long and now that you’re together, he told you that you were his home and were welcome anytime; day or night. You sigh and go into the house.
You go straight into the kitchen and set your bag by the kitchen table. You sit and check your phone. He hasn’t seen your message yet, so you lock it and see if he has anything you can make him for dinner. His cupboards are pretty bare and so is the fridge. Must not have had time to shop with the tour and being in the studio this week. You open your door dash app and get to work. Letting this man starve was the last thing you’d ever let happen.
When the door dash guy drops off the groceries, you put away everything except what you need for supper. Tonight, you decided you were going to make butternut squash curry and roasted cauliflower tacos. Your mouth was watering just thinking about it. You’d never tried the dishes but you hoped that Chris would love them.
As you were chopping things up, your phone pings. It’s from Chris.
“Hey babe! I’m sorry, I’m running a little late. The studio wants us to finish this song before we leave. I’m struggling a little, but I will get it. See you soon! 💋”
“It’s all good. Hope you don’t mind, while waiting I got you some groceries and I’m just making myself at home in your kitchen.” You reply.
He reads your text, but he doesn’t reply. It bothers you a little, but you know he’s busy and just brush it off. You get back to making supper and dance around the kitchen while waiting for things to finish up. You set the table and giggle to yourself. You notice the sun is setting and decide to sit outside for a few minutes and watch. You snap a few pictures and send them to Chris.
You go back inside to get supper set up. He has a cute little dining room table. And you place a candle right in the middle. You like sitting next to him when you eat so you dismiss any sitting across the table mumbo jumbo. You dim the lights and set the food out. You go to the bathroom and freshen up and ruffle your hair before you go back into the kitchen. Chris is still not responding nor reading the messages you sent earlier. Again, you dismiss the intrusive thoughts because you know he’s working hard.
Sitting on the couch in the living room to wait for him to pull up, you turn on the news and drift off to sleep. The last thing you remember hearing is “thunderstorm warning for the area”.
……
Your eyes flutter open to your hair being lightly brushed from your face. You see a flash of light and then focus in on the face in front of you. You see Chris’ smile and forget why you were irritated earlier.
“Hey gorgeous,” he says softly.
“What time is it?” You whisper back.
Chris looks at his watch, “2:30.”
“In the morning?” You start to panic.
You get up and run into the kitchen. The candle burned out thankfully. But supper was sitting on the counter and it was cold now. Irritation bubbles up in your belly and you walk over and start to put the food away. You notice Chris leaning in the doorway. Lightning flashes again across the sky and it’s kind of eerie in the dimmed lighting. You walk over to the table and start cleaning it up. Your irritation now showing.
“You ok?” Chris asks.
You stop dead in your tracks and set down the dishes. You turn around and stalk toward him.
“No, and I’m trying really hard to be.” You turn back around and pick the dishes back up to put them away.
You have your back to Chris and set your hands on the counter. Trying to take a couple of deep breaths before you get really upset. You feel Chris’ hands on your shoulders; you didn’t even hear him come up behind you. You duck out from under him and walk away. You b-line straight for the patio doors. A little rain on your face might help.
A little rain was an understatement, it’s really pouring out. You don’t care. You plant your feet straight into the wet grass, close your eyes, and look up to the sky. Chris comes out behind you.
“Would you talk to me? I don’t understand why you’re upset. And come back inside, there’s a thunderstorm warning. I’d never forgive myself if you got struck.” He said.
You turn around with a scowl on your face. “I’m trying really hard not to be upset right now, but you’re making it really hard. In all the years we have been friends you have never done what you did to me tonight. What you’ve been doing to me a lot lately, actually. Regardless of how busy you are, you have always found time to respond back to me. And now that we are together, what? You think I’m just gunna lay back a take a ‘left on read?’ Next time you wanna hang out, don’t plan it on a day you’re working!” You huff out.
“You know, your right. But that is the most selfish thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. I was working and I did message you and told you I was sorry. I had to finish that song. And what, because you made me dinner, I just have to rush home and bow at your feet?I'm sorry I am late, but again, I was working and I don’t have to apologize to you for that.” He growls.
“That’s kind of a low blow. I can’t believe you would lash back at me for wanting the same communication you’ve always given me.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. Can you get back inside so we can talk about this?” He says.
At this point, you both are soaking wet. You cross your arms and put your head down, trying not to cry. You look back up at him. He points to the house, signaling that he wants you to get inside. You know he’s right and that your fit now seems a little silly, but you just can’t let yourself back down that quick. You stomp passed him into the house. He comes in after you and shuts the door. You cross your arms and stare at him. He lifts an eyebrow. Obviously still surprised that you are so upset with him. He walks up and grabs your chin. He tilts your face up to look at him.
“You look awfully cute with your mascara running down your face and the little scrunch in your nose. I know exactly what you need. Follow me.” He walks off toward the bedroom; stripping off his wet clothes as he goes and dropping each piece to the floor, making a trail for your to follow.
Your mouth instantly waters, but for the game's sake, you keep your scowl and follow him. You end up in the bedroom but stop just inside the door. Chris was a beautiful site to behold. He turns around and catches your scowl deepen. He strides over to you and you have to try hard to keep up your facade. You know what is about to happen and you are so excited for it. He goes around you and closes the bedroom door and then comes around in front of you. He grabs your hands and puts them above your head. You squeak in surprise and look up at him. He bends down and puts his forehead to yours and lets out a breath.
"I really wanted to come home tonight and make love to you, but I'm kind of glad you got an attitude. Now I get to give you what you need. A little attention and an attitude adjustment all in one." he says and then crashes his mouth into yours.
You turn your head away from him and pout. All you want to do is kiss him right now, but now that he's mentioned an attitude adjustment, you can't help it. It's brat time!
"Prick," is all you can mutter before he lets go of your wrists and steps back.
Chris is looking you up and down now and chewing on his lip.
"If my memory serves me correctly, you enjoy it when I punish you. So, I think I'm just going to get ready for bed and leave you standing there. Dripping. Wet. Frustrated." he emphasizes the last three words.
You know it's part of the little game you two have started, but you don't want him to stop. As he turns to go to the ensuite bathroom to get ready for bed, you run after him. As you get right behind him, you fall to your knees.
"No! Please sir! I'm sorry. You're right! I was being selfish. You were at work and I was just being needy and really wanted your attention and praise. I worked hard to make you dinner. I wanted nothing more than a perfect evening with you and now I've upset you. Please? I'm sorry." you beg.
Chris turns around and sits on the floor. He pulls you into his lap and cradles you.
"You were being selfish, but next time, just talk to me ok? Don't close off. I'm not a mind reader. I was trying to get the song done as fast as I could so I could get home to you. I appreciate that you made me dinner and as soon as I'm done with you in here, I have every intention of going and heating it up."
You look up at him with a mischievous grin, "Does that mean I can have my punishment now?"
Chris giggles and stands you both up. "Of course my love. Follow me."
Chris walks you over to the bed and makes you stop at the edge. He walks over to the dresser that you know he keeps all the kinkery toys in. He pulls out the leather cuffs and a blindfold.
"I'm going to spank you, but you don't get to see with what. I promise it's not on your hard limits list." he winks at you and you blush.
He walks over to you, sets the cuffs and blindfold down, and starts to peel your wet clothes off. You giggle as his fingers brush up your sides. He grins at your amusment. Each piece of clothing hits the floor with a whack until you are almost completely naked. Chris saved your underwear for last so that he could kiss and touch you from your ankles all the way up to your neck. He ends his teasing at your mouth when he dips his tongue in between your parted and panting lips. Before you can kiss him back, he pulls away from you and you pout again. He boops your nose and grabs the blindfold.
Everything goes dark as Chris wraps the blindfold around your head. He lightly trails his fingers down your arms until he reaches your wrists. Goosebumps spread over your entire body. He puts the leather cuffs on you and then you feel your wrists being attached to the ropes he keeps tied up just for you. With your arms up in a Y shape, he stands behind you and nudges your feet apart so you are standing in the shape of an X. You hear his footsteps leave you and you can tell he’s going to the wall of punishment and pleasure. You can’t quite tell what he’s pulled down, but you can hear him walk back to you.
“You ready my little graveyard babe?” He growls.
You shake your head yes, and whisper “yes sir,” but nothing happens. Several seconds tick by and you start to shake in anticipation. As you start to feel fidgety, the lick of several leather straps strike across the back of your left thigh. It stings so good and you moan in acceptance. The next one you feel is across your right thigh. A smile spreads across your face as you thank him for every lashing. Chris keeps this up until you can feel your juices run down your legs and at this point, your knees have grown so weak that the ropes are the only thing holding you up. You hear Chris set down the flogger and unzip his pants. He steps behind you and wraps his large hand around your neck, pulling you into a kiss.
You can feel his hard cock against your back and try to stand back up on wobbly legs. He crouches and slides right into you. You cry out at the surprise intrusion but quickly moan a response of pleasure. He hilts himself inside of you and undoes your cuffs. You bend over the bed for him. His long fingers entwine into your hair as he gets ready to take every last ounce of energy you have. You feel his other hand slide down your back and down to your side. He slides out of you so slowly and you quiver with need! You are panting when he slams back into you and you cry out.
Chris moves in and out of you with such a slowness; you can feel every inch of him rub against your walls. The fire in your belly increases and you moan louder with every stroke. He gets you to the end and pulls out. He leaves you bent over panting. You don’t hear him move from behind you.
“What the fuck Chris?” Is all you can say and feel a smack across your right asscheek.
“Naughty girl. Stay there. Don’t move.”
You huff in frustration and he allows you to stand there for a minute before patting you and telling you to climb on the bed and lay on your belly. You do as you’re told and he walks over to the dresser. You hear a click and a squirt. Confused by what he’s doing, you stay quiet but keep listening. He walks back over and climbs on the bed. He puts your legs together and you think you know what he’s doing. He straddles your legs close to your hips and rubs something across your asshole. Realization hitting you, you squirm a little.
“Chris, please. I’ve never…”
He lightly shushes you and continues rubbing it in circles.
“I promise baby, this is a euphoria you’ve never felt. I will not be entering you. I want to use a plug on you while I fuck you. It’s not a big one, but you’ll know it’s there. I will be gentle.”
You start to feel numb where he’s rubbing and he tells you to play with your nipples. Electricity buzzes to your clit and you roll them between your fingers. He tells you to focus on that and relax as he pushes the plug into your ass. You clench a little, but far too late because it pops in. It takes a minute for you to adjust, but it feels good. Chris sticks two of his fingers inside your pussy and rubs your inner walls. You can tell the difference and start to feel the light headed tingles of pleasure. He pulls his fingers out and makes you lick them clean as his re-enters you with his cock.
Chis wastes no time. He pumps in and out of you and a feeling floods through you like you’ve never felt before. Every time he pushes into you, he smacks into the plug as well. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build and you can tell he’s close by the way he’s breathing. He practically lays on top of you and slams in and out of you.
When he whispers “Come for me baby girl,” you crash hard around him. You moan so loud, you’re afraid the neighbors will hear. He growls next to your ear and follows your release with his own.
You both lay there panting. Chris kisses your shoulder and pulls out of you. He falls beside you and takes the blindfold off. He brushes loose strands of hair away from your eyes and just stares at you. You giggle and stare back.
“Thank you for trusting me to do that for you.” He says.
You reach your hand up and lightly caress Chris’ face. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You know he needs the aftercare just as much as you do. He pulls you closer to him and you cuddle into his chest.
“Chris?” You say a little muffled, “Can we take the plug out please?”
He chuckles. “No my darkling. I’m not done with you yet. I’m gunna go warm up my food. I want you to go get in the shower and I’ll be up in a few minutes to help you wash up. Relax in the warm water.”
Chris kisses your forehead and grabs a pair of shorts before heading out of the room. More lightening flashes and you crawl out of bed. The plug is definitely making itself known in your body as you move and you giggle. You get into the shower and let the warm water flow over you. Letting your head rest against the wall of the shower, your mind wanders to what you two could get up to the rest of the night.
i constantly think about how he would feel deep inside of me… how his hands would grip my hips so tightly, almost leaving bruises… the weight of his body against mine… UGH
Me too babe, me too! His hair hanging down from his face, brushing along my face as his lips swallow my soul through just one kiss…his rough hand on my jaw, claiming me.
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