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Hi Alice and Aria! (Waves at Alice and Aria!) Wow. There are a lot of women who’s reading this story who names start with the letter A.
I’m giving your idea some serious thought, Anna. But instead of adding that to this story, it’ll probably be better suited for a separate one-shot.
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Love… Chapter 16
“We’re here on set for Chris Brown’s new video, ‘Sweet Love’ staring me, Rihanna and directed by Chris Brown.”
Thousands of fans logged on to MechanicalDummy.com to witness the jaw-dropping, mind-blowing union of Chris Brown and Rihanna. It’s been a week since Chris propositioned his girlfriend to do the video, and Rihanna managed to cancel two public appearances to shoot the video. The couple managed to keep the video shooting a secret until Chis debut his Fortune Webisode II on his website that featured the making of “Sweet Love”.
Rihanna had her body covered in a thick, white terry-cloth robe. She sat at a vanity as her makeup artist applied fresh makeup to her face, and hair stylist perfectly coifed her hair. Black eyeliner lined her eyes in her signature cat shape, midnight blue eye shadow dusted her lids, and navy blue lipstick tinted her lips. She winked her thick, false lashes playfully at the camera and smiled as she continued to explain the video.
“I know most of you are like, ‘What the heck is she doing in Chris’ video?’ Well he asked and I thought it would be a good idea so I came. Plus I like the song.” Her playful grin turned into a naughty one when she reminisced on their night a week ago in his Range Rover making love to “Sweet Love”.
The pop star kept going. “I play the part of a soft, sexy, sensual seductress.” She laughed lightly and her makeup artist and hairdresser joined in. “And basically throughout the video I get to control Chris Brown. He’s like my slave,” she added with a wink. “And I like it.”
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Back in New York Jay-Z received several phone calls all telling him to visit MechanicalDummy.com. Against his better judgment, he opened the site in his web browser and what he saw was shocking and appalling. Rihanna was sitting and explaining her role on the set of Chris Brown’s new video. The rapper became so enraged that he folded his laptop and threw it across his office, instantly breaking it.
That little ho! Jay-Z punched a dent in his wooden desk and ignored the pain and blood from his fist. That bitch never told me she was shooting a music video with that fuck nigga! And what’s taking that nigga so long to get the shit done? The mogul thought about his hired assisted that he paid to take care of Chris Brown once and for all. He got one more week to get the shit done or I swear there’ll be hell to pay! A bunch of motherfuckers are gonna get fucked up when I’m finished with them!
He sat back down and opened his desk drawer. Jay-Z pulled out a marijuana-filled cigar and quickly lit it, puffing on the blunt to help soothe his frazzled nerves. Once I’m done with that fuck nigga, that little bitch will get hers.
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“Yeah today is the final day for shooting ‘Sweet Love’,” Chris Brown spoke into the camera with a grin. “I have the lovely and talented Rihanna wit’ me—”
“Flavor Flav!” Rihanna pressed her face into the camera lens and hollered gleefully. “Thug life, bitches! Wha’chall know ‘bout dat life?” She suffocated her chuckles with her palm before running away from the camera with Chris pretending to chase after her.
Returning, the songstress wrapped her arms around Chris from behind, poked her head out from his side and told him, “I’m the best you got, crazy and all.” She closed her fists in front of him and screamed again, “Thug life! Whooo!”
She tried to run away again, but the R&B star caught her and began to tickle her sides, making Rihanna laugh hysterically. “Okay Chris! I swear I’ll stop! I promise!”
“You promise fo’ real?” Chris looked at the camera and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Yes!” Rihanna yelled as she desperately tried to release herself from his arms. “Yes!”
Finally relieving his girlfriend of her tickle-punishment, Chris watched when the Bajan suspiciously, slowly backed away from him. She raised her hands in the air, surrendering before thrusting her fists forward again. “Thug life, Chris!” She ran away from the cameras before Chris could catch her again.
“Anyway, as I was sayin’ befo’e I was rudely interrupted,” the singer stuck his tongue out in the direction Rihanna ran before facing the camera again to explain the story behind the video. “Basically since ‘Sweet Love’ is a really sexy song, I wanted to do a really sexy video fo’ it. So Rihanna is a seductress and I let her control me. And tha’s pretty much the whole video.” He added the last part with a laugh.
Karrueche, Seiko, and Mijo stood by behind the director’s camera with Chris’ other girlfriend and best friend looking coldly at the Bajan. Mijo gave the songstress a smile and wave, with Rihanna smiling and waving back.
Rihanna stepped on the set and her fashion stylist removed the robe from her body. Once the thick fabric was off everyone including Chris, Mijo, Seiko, and Karrueche stared with their mouths agape at the pop star’s video costume.
Rihanna massaged her thighs and pretended not to notice everyone’s gaping mouths at her attire. She smoothed the edges of her freshly styled, short hair and grinned at the video’s director. She wore the Electric Lime Sheer Set from Fleur of England. The bra contained a double layer of lace and silk trimming, which barely hid her beautiful, perked mocha nipples. The bra did give her cleavage an extra boost, and Chris mentally worked overtime to control his growing desire in his pants.
High waist briefs fit perfectly over Rihanna’s round backside and silk trimming exquisitely covered her crotch. The rest of the lace in the briefs left nothing to the imagination which made the pop star’s grin stretch wider. Flesh-toned thigh-high nylons were stretched over her legs, and her feet were elevated in a pair of navy blue and gold medal platform Christian Louboutin pumps.
The final setting for the video was in a bedroom decorated in contemporary white bedroom furniture with chrome trimming. The California king size bed was low and it rested on a chrome bedframe. The two opposite walls were painted in electric blue and the other one was painted in electric green which the bed rested against. A large fish tank was against one of the blue walls and in it were tropical fish in blue, green, and white colors. White shag carpet was underneath her pumps and Rihanna was thankful for the extra cushioning for her heels.
Live the life of a boss playa, all eyes on me… Rihanna thought of the 2Pac lyrics humorously with a smirk.
Giving a low whistle, Mijo muttered under his breath, “Got damn she a bad bitch.”
Outwardly Chris pretended not to hear his homeboy, but mentally he puffed out his chest with pride knowing that his girlfriend was drop-dead gorgeous and Mijo approved. “Ahem,” the director cleared his throat and cleared his head. He needed to be professional right now since this was also filming for his webisode. Chris didn’t want any of his fans to see him erect so he thought about Jay-Z in drag again to control his arousal. This woman’s gonna be the death of me.
Rihanna’s wardrobe stylist handed the Bajan a thorn-less deep blue rose, a lime green silk scarf, and a deep blue silk blindfold to use as props for the video.
“Quiet on the set!” Chris’ co-director Colin Tilley shouted for everyone to remain silent because filming was about to start. He sat in his co-director’s chair and Chris joined Rihanna on the set. He took off his robe and revealed a pair of navy blue silk pajama pants, and nothing else.
The pop star eyed her boyfriend approvingly, inspecting his appearance. Her green eyes focused on his crotch and she scowled when she noticed there wasn’t a print. Looking up at him with a disapproving brow raised, Rihanna rolled her eyes at Chris’ helpless shrug.
“Okay Chris I need you to stand in front of the bed and put your hands behind your back.” Colin continued to direct.
The singer did as he was told and Rihanna listened intently for Colin’s next directions. “Rihanna I want you to tie Chris’ wrists together and blindfold him. Once you’re finished that’s when filming will start.”
“Okay.” Rihanna laid the rose on the bed and tied Chris’ wrists together. She swallowed her giggles when the R&B star lightly tickled her belly with his fingers. Composing herself, the Barbadian covered her boyfriend’s eyes with the blindfold and picked up the rose again.
“Okay, great! That’s perfect Rihanna!” Colin positioned himself behind the camera as his assistant did a count down.
“Alright 4… 3… 2… 1… ‘Sweet Love’ take one!”
“Action!”
The music for “Sweet Love” played in the studio with Chris lip-syncing the first verse and Colin recording. “But I wan’ to know your body. Tonight is the night, tha’ I change your life…”
Using the rose to caress Chris’ jawline, Rihanna stood next to Chris, aligned her lips against his ear and lip-synced the next lines in the first verse. “Just let me control your body…” She used the rose to lift his chin, and Chris tilted his head back while he lip-synced the rest of the verse.
“Great!” Colin hollered over the music. “You two are so fucking sexy! Keep it up!”
Rihanna wanted to laugh but kept her sexy countenance for the music video. She sashayed around Chris’ body and used the rose as a makeshift whip to spank his upper arms, shoulders, and chest. Standing in front of him, Rihanna closed her arms behind her boyfriend’s head, looked at the camera, and mouthed, “And you star’ screamin’ when I go—” Instead of the word ‘downtown’ being lip-synced, Rihanna licked her lips in a seductive manner to entice the viewers.
Chris lowered his head and faced the camera even though he was still blindfolded. Together the couple mouthed the chorus with Rihanna eyeing the camera lens.
“Alright Rihanna I need you to wine your hips in front of Chris and grind against him, okay?” Colin continued to direct and Rihanna nodded at his instructions.
Reaching behind her back, the pop star grabbed her boyfriend’s hips to use as leverage for her sensual dancing.
Baby girl I wan’ for you to roll…
Rihanna allowed the music to guide her. She rolled her body against his, pushing her chest and backside out while arching her spine.
Jus’ roll… your hips…
The Bajan moved her hips in delicate figure eights, never missing a beat.
And jus’ grind on me, grind on me, grind on me baby…
Every time Chris’ seductive voice sung the word ‘grind’, Rihanna circled her hips and dipped her body just low enough so her ass would touch his now-hardened rod.
The rest of the video continued without a hitch, and by the next hour Chris and Rihanna were finished. Rihanna’s fashion stylist gave the songstress her robe back, and Chris wished for his since his erection was visible through his pajama pants.
Looking down at his crotch again, the singer heard his girlfriend say, “Meet me in my trailer in five minutes.”
“Babe, I wish I could, but I gotta look over the video and star’ editin’ it.”
Rihanna didn’t say anything. She untied her robe and allowed the R&B star’s eyes to get his fill of eye candy. The pop star knew Karrueche and Seiko were watching, and that was part of the fun in seducing Chris and working with him on his video.
Rihanna knew her boyfriend still kept the half-Asian around and when she questioned Chris about the aspiring model, Chris told her that Karrueche was around as a stylist for his videos and concerts. They weren’t sleeping together. The Barbadian decided not to press the issue since they were working on rebuilding their relationship. She knew she had to trust Chris not only for his sake, but for hers as well. She wanted to make it work with Chris again, and getting jealous of every woman who was around her boyfriend and confronting Chris about it would only put a strain on their relationship.
Even still that didn’t mean Rihanna wasn’t allowed to have her fun and show off Chris’ affections for her in front of his leech squad. “Five minutes?” Rihanna asked.
“Damn girl,” Chris breathed out. He accepted the robe Karrueche handed him before answering. “Baby I’ll be th’r’ in four.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.” The songstress closed her robe again, smirked at Karrueche’s frown, and walked to her trailer.
Facing her boyfriend, the aspiring model asked, “So you and Rihanna are together again, Chris? Tell me.” She pleaded
Never taking his eyes off of Rihanna’s retreating figure, the singer answered Karrueche’s question with one of his own. “Wha’chu think?”
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More than thirty minutes passed by and Rihanna gave up waiting for Chris. She tossed her robe on the back of her vanity chair and took off her bra. She always hated wearing bras. She felt they were too constricting so she usually didn’t wear them.
Sliding her feet out of her heels, Rihanna reached for her bottle of Dom Pérignon that rested on her vanity. After pouring herself a glass, she reached inside her clutch and grabbed her rolling papers, a lighter with her famous R emblem painted on it, and a dime-size bag of weed. Leaning against the vanity, she puffed her joint with one hand, and sipped her champagne with the other.
She knew Chris was looking over and editing the film for their video because he was the director. However that didn’t stop Rihanna’s thoughts from focusing on Karrueche and what she was doing with her boyfriend at the moment.
Rihanna didn’t let it show, but she was insecure when it came to Karrueche’s relationship with Chris. For two years they’ve dated and at one point Chris chose the aspiring model over her. Now that they were back together, the songstress couldn’t understand why the singer kept Karrueche around. He wanted Rihanna to believe that Karrueche was his stylist, but Chris could afford some of the best stylists in the world. Why would he need her?
Suspecting there was more to the story that Chris wasn’t telling her, Rihanna started to get angry. There had to be another reason why Karrueche and her best friend were constantly around Chris. The pop star kept her fluctuating emotions in check although she wanted to march back to the studio and snatch both women by their hair and demand they leave Chris alone for good!
Inhaling deeply from her blunt, Rihanna decided tonight before her flight to New York she would confront Chris. She would demand to know the truth about why Karrueche and Seiko were still around. She didn’t want to argue, but knew the discussion would lead to one. If we argue about those bitches then maybe Chris is hiding something from me. But what? And why lie? I thought we were supposed to trust each other and work through whatever. Haven’t I proven that?
Rihanna felt her emotions slipping through the cracks, and she downed the rest of her champagne and took another long puff of her joint to control them. She poured another glass and checked the time on her BlackBerry that also rested on the vanity. 8:37PM. Chris better come on ‘cause I gotta midnight flight and I’m not gonna stand here waiting for his ass all day!
Just as she was sipping more Dom Pérignon her boyfriend walked inside and paused when he saw her. Good, just in time. I need to talk to him about this.
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Chris was looking over the music video footage and was happy with what he saw. He knew he had a sexy video with Rihanna featured in it. Already he imagined the blogs talking about it, which would only promote the video and single even more. The video was scheduled to be released on the day Fortune came out, May 8th. He knew Rihanna was waiting for him in her trailer so he cut the viewing short and trusted Colin to finish the editing.
When he entered the trailer what the singer saw made him pause in his step.
Rihanna leaned against her vanity sipping champagne and holding a joint with her other hand. Her ankles were crossed which only elongated her legs, but his eyes focused on her bare breasts without their rings.
With quick strides Chris approached his girlfriend and snatched her blunt and drink away just as she was blowing capital O’s in the air.
Downing the rest of her champagne, Chris looked down at Rihanna with an amused smirk when she said, “Damn nigga! How you gonna come in here and—”
He covered her lips in a lustful kiss, interrupting the rest of her sentence. Setting the champagne glass down on the vanity, Chris circled his arm around Rihanna’s shoulders to pull her forward against his body. He released her from his kiss, bit her bottom lip and said, “Girl you know how long I been waitin’ to get in here?” He smoked her joint and exhaled the smoke against her neck before trailing butterfly kisses against it.
“I know you gotta flight tonight.” The singer disrobed and slid out of his pajama pants, stepping out of them. “So we gotta make this quick.” He pushed the chair aside, along with everything else on the vanity and centered his girlfriend on it. He ripped her briefs from her body and nibbled on her chest to stimulate her.
Grinding his body into hers, Chris barely heard Rihanna’s words through his haze of lust. “Wha’ was tha’, babe?”
“Ugh!” Rihanna couldn’t focus on anything but feeling her boyfriend’s dick rapidly, severely pounding into her. Her back hit against the mirror several times and she didn’t feel a thing but his pistons in her dewy core. She wanted to tell him they needed to talk, but for now it could wait. Her mind was only absorbing all the pleasure she would receive from Chris until they were able to see each other again. “Ahhh!”
Chris folded his girlfriend’s legs until her feet touched the mirror behind her. He held the joint in between his lips, exhaling the smoke through his nose. The R&B star felt his release coming fast and he didn’t want to risk ejaculating inside of Rihanna again for fear of pregnancy.
Chris pulled out and flipped Rihanna on her stomach. Her feet touched the floor and she held on to the vanity. The songstress felt droplets of liquid land on her back and knew her boyfriend was ejaculating on it. She had a fetish for him coming on her back, ‘back shots’ was the slang term used for the act.
Once the last droplet of his seed was spilled, Chris stroked his dick because he was still hard. He put out the joint with his other hand and fingered Rihanna’s still-soaking pussy. He smothered her anus with her juices as a wicked thought entered his mind.
The singer wanted to ask his girlfriend about her thoughts on anal sex but was afraid to do so. Ironically enough, with all of the spontaneous things they’ve done during sex, neither person participated in anal. This would be his first time, and Chris knew it would also be Rihanna’s. Deciding to experiment with his partner, Chris rubbed his dick in between Rihanna’s buttocks, and gently poked his tip against her anus.
Rihanna’s entire body stiffened and she was surprised at the rapturous shockwaves that trailed from her ass throughout the rest of her body. Her hazel-green eyes met Chris’ brown gaze in the mirror and neither one said anything.
The Bajan blinked rapidly and the singer took it as a silent cue to continue on. Slowly he inserted himself inside inch by inch, not wanting to hurt Rihanna. Once Chris was deeply submerged, he stilled his body so Rihanna could get used to his size in unfamiliar territory.
Rihanna now understood what the words ‘complete fulfillment’ meant. She felt whole, totally joined with Chris in the most astonishing way. It was an indescribable, euphoric feeling that made her clitoris throb with desire. The songstress never expected for this type of sex to satisfy her so she never engaged in it, but with Chris she wondered how did they manage to go all those passionate nights without experimenting with anal.
She felt Chris’ body softly move inside of her and it was enough to bring tears of pleasure in her eyes. Rihanna shut her lids because she didn’t want to see her reflection. She didn’t want to see herself enjoying such an ungodly act and wanting more of it. She felt dirty, and she loved it. Rihanna didn’t want her boyfriend to stop so she met his gentle pushes by pushing her ass back against his hips.
With every soft cry his girlfriend hiccupped into the room made Chris swell more inside of her. He leaned forward to press his chest against her back and clasp her arms. Rihanna’s ass choking the life out of his dick caused the singer to clench his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. It felt better than being inside a virgin, Chris couldn’t deny. The deep massage Rihanna’s anal walls were giving him were heaven-sent and the R&B star knew he was on the verge of coming again.
Keeping his eyes closed, Chris bit his girlfriend’s shoulder and then licked the mark with is tongue. He used his tongue to trail along her shoulder blade, to her neck, and up her ear. He nibbled on her lobe before blowing and whispering in her ear. “Come wit’ me, Robyn.”
Using her arms as pillows to rest her forehead on, Rihanna responded with a breathily, “Baby I already came. And I’m close to coming again.”
Smiling against her ear, Chris deepened his strokes, but didn’t increase the speed of his motions. He still wanted Rihanna to enjoy every minute of their first-time experience without hurting her.
Reaching in between her thighs, the singer fondled his girlfriend’s clit, making her leg shake violently at the act. He held Rihanna’s body steady with his arm and with a few more pushes; Chris filled her ass with all of his cum. He heard the sound of liquid dripping on the hardwood floor and wondered what it was.
Chris lifted himself off her back, noting that it was sticky with his earlier secretions. The R&B star looked down from their joined bodied and chuckled at the puddles of fluid on the floor underneath them. Damn, Rob came an’ she came hard!
“C’mon girl,” Chris help Rihanna to stand upright and pressed his chest against her back again. “Let’s separate and get you cleaned up. I know you gotta long flight tonight.”
Weakly nodding her head, Rihanna silently agreed because she was too tired to even speak.
*****
Chris managed to drive Rihanna and Melissa to LAX without being spotted by the paparazzi. He laughed to himself when he watched Rihanna cradle her backside and waddle into the airport’s automatic doors. They all waved goodbye with Melissa giving Rihanna weird looks and Chris drove away.
It would be another two weeks before he saw Rihanna again because she’s shooting another ad for Armani lingerie. After the night they spent in her trailer, it was more than enough to hold Chris for the next fourteen days. He whistled merrily while he drove, never paying attention to a vehicle that was following him since he left the set of his video.
Minutes later the singer pulled into a gas station to fill his tank and get some snacks. Karrueche was waiting for him at home, but that didn’t matter to Chris. He intended to stop over Mijo’s place, play video games, and spend the night there. The singer didn’t want to be bothered with any more negative distractions, and Karrueche definitely qualified as a negative distraction.
“It feels like everythin’ in my life is finally goin’ right for once.” Chris told himself.
He paid for his gas and snacks and entered his vehicle. Driving again, Chris played one of his closest friends, Big Sean’s latest single with Nicki Minaj on his car stereo. He drove on the expressway on the way to Mijo’s house and shouted an expletive when he felt the driver behind him bump into his car.
“Wha’ the fuck is this nigga’s problem?” Chris steered to the left and the driver behind him followed. He steered to the right, and again the driver followed. Finally having enough, the singer pulled over and stopped his car. He got out, slammed his door shut and marched towards the car behind him that also stopped.
Whoever this is, they ‘bout to get cussed out! Thank God ain’t nobody on the road to see this shit finna happen. “Hey!” Chris angrily banged on the driver’s window and shouted. “I said ‘hey’! Wha’ the fuck is yo’ problem, man?”
The driver rolled down his window partially, just enough to show his eyes. He asked the R&B star “Ain’t you Chris Brown?”
“Nigga so wha’?” Chris brushed aside the man’s question. “Wha’ I wanna know is why you keep bumpin’ my car? You know you payin’ fo’ the damage, right?”
“Heh, so you are Chris Brown.” The driver rolled down his window all the way and grinned evilly at the singer. “Just the lil’ nigga I wanna see.”
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Irrelevant question: Why am I anticipating on this video?
Irrelevant facts: Writing the music video for this chapter was really hard for me. The sex scene was supposed to be very different from what it is now, and this was my first time writing anal. I wrote this chapter literally falling in and out of sleep.
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