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Aw! Gosh golly! Thank you Andrea, Asani, and J for your kind reviews! I’m glad you all enjoyed Supafest 2012! Am I the only person who thinks Chris is acting like a lil’ bitch right now? I mean he publicly shaded Rihanna one-too many times on Twitter, and then have the audacity to rehearse choreography to “Birthday Cake”? I mean it’s Rihanna’s song! She reached out to him to be a feature and Chris feels he can just perform the song for the first time in front of thousands without Rihanna (mind you after shading her)? That’s cold as fuck! What’s next? Karrueche’s gonna come out on stage during the set?
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Love… Chapter 10
“Love it when you do it, when you do it like that…”
Rihanna grinded her backside into Chris’ pelvis in front of thousands of screaming fans. Chris then proceeded to reach for her hips again and thrust himself rhythmically forward into the pop star.
Jay-Z sat at his laptop and angrily watched the pair perform that atrocious “Birthday Cake” on YouTube. Supafest was still going strong and it’s only been around twenty minutes since their performance started, if the up-loader’s timing on the video was right, so he knew Rihanna was still on stage with her ex-boyfriend.
He sat in his bedroom in New York in the early morning. It was still nighttime in Brisbane, Australia and already he watched videos of his protégé and her abusive ex-boyfriend perform, “She Ain’t You (Remix)”, “Bad Girl”—watching Rihanna flip off the cameras while saying “fuck the media” made the rap mogul very angry, “Umbrella (Remix)”, “Turn Up the Music (Remix)”, and now their dry-humping live porno of “Birthday Cake” set him off! What made it worst he knew there was still more songs the shamed couple had to perform!
Jay-Z thought that if he gave his assistant permission to tip off the media about Rihanna performing at Supafest with Chris Brown, the backlash would be greater than the two of them recording music together. He didn’t expect for the first show of several to sell out in only a matter of minutes! Twitter’s Worldwide Trending Topics were all in support of the reunion of Chris and Rihanna. Even the hosts on Entertainment Tonight were excited about the pair performing for the first time after the years passed.
There were a few detractors that opposed them performing again. Grammy-award winning country singer Miranda Lambert and WWE star CM Punk both expressed their feelings on Twitter about the two sharing a stage. Women’s rights groups joined outside the offices of Def Jam Records with signs wanting the president of the company to block Rihanna from performing.
Even if the president wanted to stop Rihanna, she was already on her flight to Australia. It was officially out of his hands.
The rapper realized all the people opposing Rihanna and Chris’ live onstage reunion were merely pebbles to everyone else. Their Twitter followers quadrupled, more fan sites were created in honor of the pair, and the YouTube views of their performances were multiplying by the second.
For the first time since his career began, Jay-Z was at a standstill. He thought that by contacting the media of Rihanna’s performance with Chris it would ruin both of them. It seemed he only made their popularity increase and more people from the public wish they were romantically together again.
I will not allow this to happen! Jay-Z folded his laptop and paced around the expanse of his bedroom. I need to figure out what to do next. He knew when they both arrived back in America neither would be able to physically meet again.
Chris would be promoting his album which is due next month, and Rihanna will start the American leg of her Battleship promo tour. For the moment keeping his disobedient money-maker busy was all Jay-Z could do until he figured out his next plan.
*****
Chris Brown impatiently sat on the bed in Rihanna’s hotel suite as he waited for the sexy Bajan to emerge from the bathroom. Tonight they were role-playing again only this time she the dominant partner, and he the willing submissive. The first two things Rihanna demanded of her soon-to-be lover was for him to strip naked and sit quietly while she got ready.
The singer noticed before the pop star entered the bathroom she brought along a carry-on with her. His body tingled all over while he wondered just what was in that bag.
Several minutes passed by before Chris noticed the bathroom door creak open. His body instantly became alert and he eagerly anticipated on seeing the exotic, creative sex-kitten.
There have been many times in their past when Rihanna would make Chris do naughty things all in the name of role-playing. Once she made him wear her pink thong on his head and she snapped a photo of it. However Chris only agreed to do it if Rihanna would walk around their hotel room bottom-less for the rest of that day.
The R&B star smiled at the memory. The photograph was all over the internet now and initially he thought that people were going to hound him about it. He was surprised at how many comments he read from men who openly voiced their desire to wear the songstress’ panties on their heads!
All thoughts of their freaky past evaporated from his mind the moment Chris’ eyes zoned on the thigh-high heeled vinyl boot that came out the door. The bathroom door opened wider and he saw Rihanna’s full body exposed to him. She fully stepped out of the bathroom and what she had on took his breath away.
Looking at the sensuous woman before him, Chris salivated when he looked at the pop star wearing a black vinyl bustier, bikini cut black vinyl crotch-less panties, and black elbow-length, fingerless vinyl gloves. Her lips were adorned in smear-proof black lipstick, and her eye shadow was jet-black with her eyeliner perfectly drawn on in the popular cat shape she was fond of. Her eye makeup only made her hazel-green eyes stand out even more, and that alone made the singer stand at attention.
Her hair was loose and Rihanna shook it before running her hand through it. Fully emerging from the bathroom, Chris bit his bottom lip when he saw the black whip she carried. He knew she had every intention of using that on him, but before the night was done he already planned on turning the tables and using the sex toy to smack her ass with. I’ll let her have this… for now… He looked at the nightstand where the box of 12 Trojan Magnum Thin Condoms rested by the lamp and said to himself, Yeah we gon’ need all of these!
Rihanna seductively walked to her handsome ex-boyfriend before gripping the whip in both of her hands. Her left hand held the soft silicone tassels and her right held the black plastic stem. She used it to reach over his head and pull him forward while she bent down to give him a provocative kiss.
Her tongue easily slid past his thick lips and together their tongues battled for dominance. She roughly pushed her lips into his and fought desperately for control. That was the thing she loved and hated when it came to sex with Chris. As much as Rihanna fantasized about being dominant in the bedroom, the man always had a way of reversing their roles. And she loved it. And he knew it. However tonight would be different; the songstress was determined to drive the vessel of their sex and Chris would just have to deal with being in the passenger seat.
Rihanna felt Chris’ hands forcibly dig into her thighs before they slipped upwards to palm her belly and cup her breasts. Breaking their kiss, the Barbadian pushed her lover’s hands away and stepped away from him. Looking at him sternly she said, “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”
Giving her the boyish grin he knew she adored while sexily looking up at her, Chris apologized. “Sorry, babe.”
“It’s too late for that. And I didn’t tell you to speak, either.” Rihanna gently smacked her left palm repeatedly with the whip while eyeing the singer. “I wonder how I should punish you.” She looked up and tilted her head to the side as if in thought.
Chris noticed a malicious smile stretching her lips before she spoke again.
Looking down at him Rihanna told him, “I want you to get on your knees.”
He wanted to respond but he knew being silent was all part of their game and he didn’t want to disappoint her. Without a word Chris stood from the bed and knelt on the floor before Rihanna. His smile turned into a smirk when he was given an up-close view of her glistening hair-less pussy. He closed his eyes and inhaled her natural, musky fragrance mixed with the light scent of coconut. Got damn I wanna eat it bad!
Smiling down at him, the pop star lightly fingered Chris’ ear before saying, “The look on your face says it all.” She lifted her right leg on the edge of the bed and palmed the back of his head, pushing him forward into her body’s center.
Enthusiastically the singer licked from Rihanna’s erect clitoris down to her welcoming hole and back up again. He used the tip of his tongue to push aside her nether lips to get a better taste of her flavor. He savored her honey moving smoothly from his tongue down his throat. The more he sampled from her, the more he became addicted. He could never get enough. Rihanna was the first woman he’d ever gone down on and there would never be another who could compare.
Rihanna bit her bottom lip to keep her moans of pleasure from coming out. She dug her nails in his head and pushed him even further against her body. With her free hand she lightly hit Chris in his upper arm with the whip before using the tassels to glide across his skin. Her leg shook uncontrollably when she felt Chris use the tip of his nose to rub her clit and his lips to suck and pull at her intimate lips. She felt her body prepare for her orgasm and cried out when she overflowed inside his inviting mouth.
Chris sipped from her body as if he was a man dying of thirst and Rihanna’s body was an eternal fountain of water. He greedily drank every drop of her nectar and licked any remaining juices from her thighs.
Coming down from her high, the Bajan released her hold on Chris and distanced herself from him. She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing herself to help nullify the delicious ache the singer left in between her thighs. Oh God my pussy’s outta control! She looked at him again and noticed that his expression changed from playful to dangerous.
She knew that look. Everything in Chris’ eyes that turned from dark brown to black with lust, told her that their game was officially over. She was disappointed because she had more in store, but eager because she loved it whenever Chris took complete control of her body. Eating her out always managed to make the R&B star insanely aroused and tonight was no exception. The way his thick, long dick twitched automatically told her that he was ready to fuck, and so was she.
With a feral look in his eyes, Chris stood and moved to stand in front of Rihanna. In two seconds he grabbed her by her thighs and effortlessly hoisted her over his hips. Walking to the bed, he surprised the songstress by softly laying her on the bed and giving her a modest kiss on her soft lips, making her taste herself.
“Chris…?” Rihanna desperately whispered in confusion as she licked her flavor from her black lips. She wanted him to take control of her body tonight. She wanted him to fuck her body mercilessly until she wouldn’t be able to close her legs due to soreness. With Chris fucking her without a care it would be easier for her to separate all ties with him without remorse the next morning. Unfortunately for her, now her lover was acting like he wanted to make love! If they made love tonight, there was no guarantee Rihanna’s feelings wouldn’t get involved, and she didn’t want that.
Fuck! This nigga’s ruining my plans!
He placed a hand to her lips to prevent her from saying another word. Kissing his way down her body, Rihanna noticed that Chris looked like a man possessed. His mind was only on one thing: giving her the ultimate pleasure tonight.
Chris discovered the side zipper to her bustier and unzipped it slowly, savoring every inch of skin revealed underneath the vinyl. Once it was off, his mouth immediately captured a ring-embedded nipple. Gently pulling on the metal with his teeth, Chris laved at her solid peak and closed his lips to lightly suck on her small breast.
He used his hand to massage and squeeze the abandoned breast before licking his way across her chest to give it the same attention as its twin. He took pride in listening to the soft whimpers of pleasure coming from the usually coarse Barbadian.
Once Chris was finished orally stimulating her small, sensitive breasts he delicately licked his way down her stomach where he dipped the tip of his tongue inside her navel and nibbled on her belly. The singer smiled into her skin when he listened to her gentle giggles from his ministrations.
Hearing her laughter only encouraged Chris to continue further on. He lifted himself from her body and separated her thighs. Eyeing the woman who held his heart in a death-grip, he smiled suggestively at her and commanded, “Put yo’ hands behind yo’ head an’ keep yo’ legs open. Stay jus’ like tha’. Don’t move.”
“Okay.” Rihanna didn’t question Chris when he stood and grabbed his iPhone from his carry-on.
He returned to the bed and used his free hand to grab the pillow Rihanna wasn’t laying on. Intending to use it as a lever for her body, the singer said, “Lift up so I can put this under you.”
Again the pop star didn’t question Chris’ motives. She quietly did as she was told and raised her bottom half in the air and rested against the pillow once it was properly placed.
Chris’ heart thumped in his chest when he looked at the exotic beauty spread open before him. The white sheets and pillows on the bed were in complete contrast to his topless woman wearing only her nipple rings, dark makeup, and vinyl crotch-less panties, boots, and gloves. The songstress’ jet-black hair was splayed across her pillow, and that just made the contradicting vision even more arousing to him. He wanted to capture this moment forever. Rihanna looked so dominant and sexy, but was easily willing to submit to him without effort. This turned him on to the extreme and it inflated his ego knowing that he would be the only man in her life to ever make her like this.
Turning on his camera, the singer took a few photographs before accessing the video feature. He looked down at her and asked, “You got somethin’ you wanna say, Robyn?”
Smiling prettily at the camera lens, Rihanna asked, “Are you recording me, Chris?”
“You so got damn fine.” Chris didn’t answer her question because he knew that she knew that she was being recorded on his phone. Aside from role-playing, exhibitionism was the next thing that turned Rihanna on. She got off knowing that her lover was watching her, and she especially had a fetish for being filmed and having her picture taken.
Chris still had every single photo and video he ever took of her whenever they were intimate. During the few times they communicated via Skype, it always led to Rihanna stripping for him and playing with herself on camera for him to see. He freeze-framed every image he could during their online sessions and saved her photos in a password-protected file on his MacBook.
Laughing at his compliment, Rihanna spoke. “There’s this crazy ass country ‘bama who’s being a pervert right now. He’s recording me on his phone when he’s supposed to be fucking me.”
“Yeah but you like it, though.” The singer lowered the phone and placed it directly in between Rihanna’s thighs. He recorded more of her fluid soaking her pussy, indicating that she was very turned on by being filmed on Chris’ phone. “Your pussy’s wet…”
“You do that to me.”
Searching around the bed for the forgotten whip, Chris told her, “I’mma do somethin’ else to you, too.” Once it was located, the R&B star grabbed it and held it by its tassels. Positioning the stem at her opening, he made sure that his phone captured every move he was about to make.
Slowly he inserted the whip into her dripping canal. Chris wanted to go easy to make sure he didn’t hurt her. Looking at her face, Chris grinned as Rihanna sucked in a breath with every inch of the whip’s stem that penetrated her body.
He focused his attention back to taking care of his lover’s body. Chris rotated his wrist in between her legs, loving the expressions of pure bliss she made while being fucked by a whip. He made sure to capture every movement of Rihanna’s face twisting and contorting on his phone. Watching her jade eyes flutter and her pouty lips form lowercase O’s tripled his libido.
Chris’ penis swelled as blood increased its size from his arousal and he knew it was time to take her down. After a few more thrusts of his wrist, the singer removed the whip and smiled when Rihanna’s honey left a trail coming from her to the tip of the stem. He could hardly wait to replay that on his iPhone.
Licking the stem clean of her nectar, Chris saved the video and turned off his phone. He didn’t want any interrupting calls or text messages from anyone tonight. He’ll deal with everyone else tomorrow.
Tossing the device on the floor, the singer used his hand to lock Rihanna’s ankles together and lift her legs in the air. With her ass exposed to him, he firmly smacked it with the whip telling her, “Tonight I’mma make you my bitch.”
Rihanna simply smiled and freed her ankles from Chris’ grasp. She used her calves to push his pelvis against hers while circling her arms around his neck. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him with everything she had.
Chris rotated his hips into hers, coating his dick with her juices. Once it was fully saturated he swiftly entered her, delving deep inside until he was buried to the hilt.
“Shit gurl,” the R&B star broke their kiss and choked out. Rihanna was so warm, tight, and wet around him he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to sustain.
He increased the motion of his hips, making love to his woman firmly but gently at the same time. He wanted the pop star to feel every inch of his love and enjoy every pleasurable thrust of his lovemaking.
Rihanna clawed at Chris’ back and scratched hard, leaving red trails from the path of her fingernails. She reached for his firm buttocks and squeezed, pushing him deep inside her while raising her hips to simultaneously match his rhythmic stabs.
“Mmm… nugh… ugh…” The songstress’ voice softly cried out into the room. She lifted her head and looked down to watch Chris’ dick entering and pulling out of her body. She wanted to witness their coupling, to watch the only man in the world who can make her feel like she’s flying without wings every time their bodies joined.
Chris cradled her head so Rihanna would be comfortable as she watched their bodies become one. He too, looked down to see her body joining his and it only made him love her faster and harder.
It was one thing to feel their bodies making love, but it was another thing altogether to see it happening before him, and it only made Chris want to greatly pleasure Rihanna. It was a beautiful sight to see and the singer didn’t need his cell to capture this moment. This night will forever be ingrained in his memory.
Swallowing down his moans of passion Chris asked her, “Ya see tha’ love? Tha’s us and never forget it.”
Rihanna responded by squeezing her pussy muscles tightly around Chris, grinning when he crossed his eyes and clenched his teeth from the feeling. She matched every thrust Chris gave with her own, and she felt every vibration from his dick inside her, telling her that he was about to explode from their lovemaking.
Pulling his face against hers again, Rihanna licked his ear before whispering, “Don’t you ever forget this night. Don’t ever forget how I make you feel, how we both make each other feel.”
Biting and sucking her neck, marking her as his, Chris moaned into her flesh. “One love?”
Digging her nails in his shoulders Rihanna cried out, “Forever”, before climaxing. Her body shook nonstop and Chris held her in his arms, embracing her with all the love he had for her. He also climaxed, spilling his seed deep inside her, filling her up until she overflowed with their love.
*****
“Yo’ where the hell is yo’ girl?” Mijo looked at Melissa and asked. Mijo, Melissa, who came with Diddy, Kevin McCall, Karrueche, and Seiko were all at the after party at the club sitting in VIP. Diddy was at the DJ’s booth with DJ Babey Drew because he was hosting the event. The club was packed to capacity because everyone was waiting on the arrival of Chris Brown and Rihanna.
Melissa playfully rolled her eyes at her friend and told him, “I don’t know. Where the hell is your boy? Last time I saw Rih, she was showering.” She lied. “She told me to go ahead because she was gonna meet me here.”
“Hey look, I ain’t tha’ nigga’s keepa.” Mijo sipped his drink. “Tha’ nigga texted me sayin’ he was gonna meet me here.”
Everyone in the VIP area paused when realization dawned on them about the whereabouts of their friends.
Breaking the silence, Kevin sipped his drink and said, “Well, this is awkward.” He quoted the famous words from Drake’s acceptance speech at the 2011 BET Awards.
Both Melissa and Mijo grinned at each other and lifted their drinks in the air. “Cheers”, the Virginia native spoke before downing the rest of his drink.
“I’ll drink to that.” Melissa followed suit.
Karrueche’s actions didn’t go unnoticed by Rihanna’s best friend. The older woman looked from the corner of her eyes at Chris’ girlfriend frantically calling and texting her boyfriend. Judging by the aspiring model’s annoyance, Chris’ cell phone was turned off.
And she tries to convince everyone that she’s secure in her ‘open relationship’ with Chris. No secure woman would need to call her man every two minutes to check on him. Ignoring the younger woman, Melissa strutted over to where Kevin was sitting and shook her ass in his face when “Birthday Cake” came on.
*****
Chris and Rihanna lay together naked in tangled sheets smoking a joint and drinking red berry Cîroc from the bottle. Several hours passed by and they finally rested after another seemingly endless bout of lovemaking.
After their first session, Chris was curious about the contents in Rihanna’s carry-on bag, so he asked her what was inside. Rihanna stood on wobbly legs to balance herself in the boots she still had on. She grabbed the bag from the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom, the songstress tossed the bag on the bed before collapsing on the mattress to rest. When the singer looked inside of it, his malicious smile stretched a mile long.
He used the furry handcuffs to lock her wrists against the headboard. Every drop of edible cream was used on both partners until the bottle was empty, and the whip left light bruises on both of their bodies.
“I don’t know how I’m gonna walk in the morning.” Rihanna puffed a cloud of smoke in the air and spoke. “Damn baby, you shouldn’t have gave it to me like that.”
Chris took the joint from his lover and inhaled. He allowed the illegal herb to relax his muscles because he too, was sore after their sexing.
Exhaling before speaking he replied, “But you liked it, though.”
Rihanna didn’t bother with a retort. Instead she reached for the bottle of vodka resting on the nightstand. Grabbing it, she put her lips on the stem and tossed her head back to drink. When nothing came out, she shook the bottle to confirm its emptiness.
“Damn nigga, you drank all the Cîroc!” She cried out in annoyance while snatching the joint from his hand to puff.
“It’s the ‘roc!” Chris pushed out his lips and used his hand to form the famous pyramid her manager is known for.
Cackling at the display of blatant disrespect for her boss, Rihanna also formed the pyramid and pushed her out lips. Her eyes widened and she deepened her voice to sound like Jay-Z. “You and that fuck nigga blah, blah, blah…”
Laughing as he pulled her body flush against his, Chris reached for their joint to smoke again. He kissed the top of her hair and blew smoke in her face, and Rihanna eagerly opened her mouth to inhale.
He missed the times they used to share like this—minus the smoking and drinking because they were too young at the time. Well occasionally they would drink when they partied together. He couldn’t do this with any other woman but with Rihanna, Chris was allowed to be his silly self. It was one of the many things he liked—loved about her. Add the fact that she was just as silly as he was and they was undoubtedly a perfect match.
Using her fingers to ‘walk’ across the Symphonic Love tattoo on his chest Rihanna told him, “I’m still thirsty nigga.”
Putting out their joint in the ashtray on the nightstand, Chris asked, “You wanna order some mo’?”
“Yeah.” Rihanna tried to get up from the bed, but because their bodies were tangled in the sheets, the couple tumbled from the bed and landed on the carpeted floor in a heap. The vodka and weed flowing in their systems made them laugh even harder than before.
Giving up on separating their bodies, Chris and Rihanna counted to three and together they stood. She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned. “We can’t get loose.”
Roughly planting his lips on hers Chris replied, “I don’t wanna let you go.” He meant every word, too. Tonight during their performance he realized that he couldn’t continue living his life based on what other people thought. There were people out there that wanted him erased from this planet because of what happened three years ago, but if their concert and Twitter mentions was any indication, there were also many people who supported his reunion with his old flame.
He finally made up his mind. Whatever obstacles they were going to face they would face them together—as a couple. It wasn’t fair for the singer to continue to live his life without the woman he loved most. Chris decided that on their trip back to LA, he was going to tell Karrueche that they could no longer be together. He wanted Rihanna, all of her, and he’d be damned if he was going to lose her again.
Hearing Chris’ words melted her heart, and Rihanna’s eyes misted with tears. Tonight she planned on sexing Chris and then leaving him for good. However she knew she just couldn’t quit Chris cold turkey. She tried for three years with various men, and like an addict she always came back to him. Chris was her drug, her addiction, her life, her love.
The pop star will happily battle Jay-Z, his wife, the media, the public, and anyone else if it meant that she could always share nights like this with the man she loved. She felt both of their hearts beating in sync against their chests and Rihanna knew in that moment they were forever joined—mind, body, and soul.
*****
Originally I intended for this to be a return of Sadist-Chris Brown from chapter 3. But then I thought he should be more compassionate, even though I’m a huge fan of Sadist-Chris Brown.
Irrelevant facts: I hate writing sex scenes! They’re tedious as fuck (no pun intended)! And is it obvious that I loathe Jay-Z? I love Chris Brown’s song “Sweet Love”. I can’t stop playing it on my tablet.
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