Love... | By : Nesha Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rihanna Views: 10363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not know Chris Brown, Rihanna or their associates. I don't claim the places, designer brands, songs,movies or anything else mentioned. They all belong to their respective owners. I don't make money from this story. This is a |
This is a continuation of chapter 1.
Warnings: I apologize if this chapter isn’t that great. Part of it was written on my tablet on the train, the other part was written the way I got off work—tired and half-assed. There’s a bit of S&M (Sadomasochism) featured and I tinker around with body modification.
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Love… Chapter 3
Chris grabbed Rihanna’s hips and lifted her off his body and placed her next to him.
Looking up at him in confusion she asked, “What’s going on? What are you doing?”
Moving his fingers upwards, he gently squeezed the arrow-shaped head until clear fluid oozed from the tip. Walking forward towards the bed, he stopped in front of his lover the moment she spoke again.
“Damn nigga, you gonna stand there and jerk yourself off? You should let me take care of that.”
“Oh you will.” The singer lowered his eyes and smiled seductively at the Bajan. “This all par’ of yo’ punishment. I wan’ you to finish me off.”
Rihanna grinned at Chris’ authoritative tone, instantly catching on to the game he was playing. He knew she was a fan of role playing, and she especially liked it when he would play the role of the dominant lover and she—the submissive conformist. However, it took a special man to bring that side out of her, and Chris was indeed that special man.
She reached for his length and used his pre-cum as a lubricant to stroke him slowly at first, gradually building a rhythm. Rihanna looked up and watched the intense expression on Chris’ face, mentally smiling at his hazed appearance.
Chris made sure to keep his eyes on Rihanna, never breaking contact as he thrust his body forward, pumping his member in her fist. He moved faster, increasing his thrusts while Rihanna increased the jerking motion of her fist, matching his speed.
His gut tightened when he felt his release soon approaching. The singer didn’t want to come a second time that day if it wasn’t inside his lover, but Rihanna’s hand was doing dangerous things to his dick and he knew that soon he would explode all over her pretty face and chest.
Rihanna was so engrossed in her task to please her lover that she didn’t notice when Chris reached forward for her robe. She felt his dick jerk involuntarily underneath her palm, indicating his near-release. Keeping one hand clenched on his dick, Rihanna pressed her fingers against the vein on the underside of his penis. She used her other hand to grab his balls, squeezing them tightly she was able to prevent him from coming, but not stopping his body from feeling the sensations of his orgasm.
The songstress reveled in watching Chris’ body vibrate uncontrollably with his climax. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth while digging his fingers in Rihanna’s shoulders to better control himself.
A few minutes passed as Chris rode the wave of his rapture to the very end. He completely had forgotten about Rihanna’s unique hand technique. She was able to jerk him off and squeeze his balls to the point where he would come without actually spilling his seed. Damn she talented wit’ her hands! She the only woman I know who can do tha’!
Making sure Chris enjoyed every second of his climax, Rihanna’s vice-grip on his member didn’t loosen until he buckled under the pressure she was giving him. Reaching forward to catch him, the pop star awkwardly grabbed Chris by the waist and together they fell on the bed.
She laughed at his ungraceful landing. Her face was pressed in Chris’ chest while above her; his head was smothered in the bedspread. Pushing his body up so she could breathe Rihanna asked, “You okay, babe? I guess I shouldn’t have gave it to you like that. I thought you could handle it.”
With weak arms, Chris lifted himself from Rihanna and stood again. He clutched her robe while his eyes drank in every delectable curve her of naked body. She’s not wearin’ her nipple rings, he thought with disappointment. I’ll see to tha’ lat’r.
“Get on yo’ knees,” Chris demanded, avoiding Rihanna’s earlier question.
Without hesitation, Rihanna’s knees sunk into the soft mattress as she balanced herself. She smiled inwardly knowing that their domination/submissive game was still in full effect.
“And suck my dick,” he continued.
Chuckling softly at his naughty words, Rihanna sexily licked her lips in anticipation. She reached for his length again, but stopped when Chris’ hand closed around her wrist.
He looked down at his super-sexy lover and shook his head. “No,” he rasped. His voice nearly gave out on him. He barely recovered from his last orgasm, but highly anticipated on his next one he was sure to receive with Rihanna’s incredible oral skills. “I wan’ you to do it wit’ no hands.”
The Bajan’s smile turned into a smirk at Chris’ command; she did as she was told. Leaning forward, Rihanna extended her tongue and slowly, painstakingly licked the head of Chris’ penis before taking the tip in her mouth.
She covered her teeth with her lips and swirled her tongue around his length. Closing her eyes, she songstress took in every inch of her lover until his tip touched the back of her throat.
Grunts of pleasure escaped Chris’ mouth and filled the room. Hearing his sounds of enjoyment was music to the songstress’ ears. Her arousal tripled and it motivated her to continue. Rihanna locked her jaws around his shaft and moved her head back until only the tip remained inside.
Before Chris could react, Rihanna swiftly took him back inside her mouth, effortlessly sliding his entirety past her throat. She hummed her song “Skin” knowing Chris could feel every vibration on his flesh.
“Shit! Damn, gurl,” the singer choked out. His eyes misted as tears of lust filled them.
Chris watched Rihanna in fascination while she pleasured him orally. Lightning jolts of passion touched every nerve-ending in his core. Feeling the Bajan’s mouth sucking him for everything he was worth caused the singer to grip her hair tightly, loosening it from its ponytail and shoving himself deeper in her throat.
He knew she loved the painful feeling of her hair being pulled and his dick in her mouth. She really was going to enjoy what he was about to do next!
While Rihanna was distracted by giving him the best head in his life, Chris released her hair and removed the sash from her robe. He tossed the robe away from them and rubbed his lover’s arms, coaxing her into continuing her ministrations, not wanting her to stop.
Deliberately the singer moved Rihanna’s arms behind her back. He promptly bound her wrists in the sash and knotted it to make sure she wouldn’t escape. Once he was finished he pulled at the strands of her hair again with both fists. Tossing his head back, Chris closed his eyes and moaned aloud. He thrust his hips harder into Rihanna’s face, knowing his fast-approaching nut was inevitable.
With one final grunt, Chris cried aloud and ejaculated down Rihanna’s throat. His toes rubbed against the hardwood floor and he fisted Rihanna’s hair to help him ease the sensation of his orgasm.
Never missing a beat, Rihanna consumed every drop of Chris’ creamy essence. She was delighted to feel his natural milk fill her up, satisfying her like an appetizer until the main course.
Coming down from his salacious high, the singer untangled his fists from her hair and carefully pulled himself out of his lover’s oral embrace. He rubbed his genitals to alleviate the stimulating ache of Rihanna’s talented mouth.
“See?” She naughtily grinned at him. “That’s what you get for talking shit.” The songstress maneuvered to lean back on her hands, but her hazel-green eyes widened when she began to fall backwards on the bed. “What the fuck?” She shouted. “Why can’t I…” the pop star realized that her wrists were bound behind her back and she couldn’t move.
Chris placed his hands on his hips and laughed hysterically. “See?” he goaded her. “Tha’s wha’ you get for talkin’ shit!”
Panic began to rise from within her as adrenaline flowed through her veins. Rihanna felt the sash digging through her flesh and a part of her was scared, but another part was deeply excited for what was to come. “When did you tie me up?”
Once he calmed himself down, Chris looked down at Rihanna and smirked. “Does it really matt’r? You’re still under punishment. And I’m ‘bout to teach you a lesson.”
“Oooh…” The Bajan cooed sexily. “Make me hurt, Daddy.” Lying on her side, the pop star wiggled her bare ass at him to further coax him into taking her.
Seeing Rihanna’s gorgeous, swollen pussy lips glistening from her body’s nectar surrounded by her full, voluptuous, perfect ass nearly made the singer’s control snap. He slowly counted to ten, which gave him enough time to race to the living room, retrieve a Trojan Magnum from his carry-on, and hurry back into their bedroom.
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” Chris assured her. “Imma tear dat pusseh up…” He quoted the lyrics from “Lay It Down (Remix)” sung by his good friend, R&B singer Lloyd.
“Make me bite the pillow… Make me bite the pillow…” Rihanna chanted, adding her own touch to R. Kelly’s lyrics in the song.
Quickly biting into the gold foil, Chris snatched the condom from its package and rolled the rubber over his protruding dick. He approached the bed and reached for Rihanna’s waist. He flipped her over on her stomach and lifted her ass high in the air, ready to take her in the worst possible way.
His dick twitched repeatedly, as if it was telling its owner that it wanted to mate now, but Chris hesitated. Instead his dark brown eyes focused on the view if Rihanna’s wet lips facing him. He used his left hand to spread her open so he could get a better look.
With his right hand, the singer reached for his iPhone on the dresser and took a few personal pictures for his Robyn Collection. Once the photos were saved, he placed the phone on the dresser again and fingered the circumference of her juicy hole.
Unaware of the pictures Chris took, Rihanna looked back at her lover and spat out, “Nigga? You gonna play with it all day? Don’t fuckin’ tease me! Fuck me!” She was horny and irritated at Chris not giving her body the fucking it craved.
It’s so easy not payin’ attention to the shit she says, Chris thought. Locking his gaze with hers, the singer lowered his head to her pussy and extended his thick, long tongue. He casually licked at her sopping lips, engraving her natural flavor in his being. He wanted to savor her taste; how delicious Rihanna was on his tongue!
“Oooh…” Rihanna cooed for the second time that late afternoon. Her body shivered with intense pleasure at Chris’ every lick. It aroused her immensely while she watched Chris watching her.
Feeling her legs shake uncontrollably at her lover’s diligent pussy-licking, Rihanna push her bottom half backwards into Chris’ face so her body would be closer to his starving lips.
Never missing a beat, the R&B star kept his eyes focused on hers. His tongue traveled past her lips and into her inviting hole. He licked around her sugar-walls and ravaged at the sweetness that was naturally Robyn.
With every caress of his tongue, Chris could feel Rihanna’s body going limp with pleasure. Her lust-filled screams only indicated that she had a few moments before she came in his inviting mouth. As much as he desired to quench his thirst with her honey juice, Rihanna was still under punishment, so her climax would have to wait.
Chris abruptly pulled away from her orifice, licked his lips and smacked her ass hard. He chuckled when his lover growled out her displeasure at him.
“Why do you keep doing this shit? Stop fucking teasing me!” She struggled with the sash at her wrists, irked that she couldn’t break free from the confines behind her back.
Chris didn’t consider himself a sadist, but he took pleasure at seeing Rihanna’s angry expression. Her fiery eyes darkened to a forest green, and it only increased his arousal tenfold. Smacking her ass again the singer calmly stated, “You’re right. You are sweet’r than a rice cake.” He referenced their song, “Birthday Cake” and Rihanna’s most popular lyrics.
The pop star’s eyes widened at Chris’ audacity to even hint at the mere thought his half-Asian girlfriend during a time so intimate and private. “You fucking cunt,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Lemme outta this damned thing! Let me out! I’m swear I’m gonna kick your fucking ass, and that bitch’s, too!” She continued to angrily struggle with the sash tied behind her while Chris continued to stare at her with amused awe.
Coarse language in her thick, heavy, native Caribbean tongue filled the room and it only managed to intensify Chris’ desire for her. His dick was rapidly twitching now, and his belly ached just to join his fuming lover. It was sick in a way, knowing that he got off by upsetting the pop star.
It was official. Chris Brown was indeed a sadist.
Without warning, Chris reached for Rihanna’s ass, sunk his nails in her soft flesh and thrust his dick in her saturated pussy. From the moment he entered her, he gave her everything he had, fucking her rough and fast. Her slick walls made it easier for the singer to pound deep inside her. His entire length was clutched upon impact, choking his shaft right to the blood-expanded vein.
All thoughts of killing Chris instantly left Rihanna’s head the moment she felt the first push in her core. “Mmm… mmm… mughm…” she muffled into the thick bedspread. She bit the fabric to help sustain her moans while her body took in every inch of her lover. “Oh yesss…” she hissed as her walls continued to involuntarily contract around Chris’ hot, hard pole.
The R&B singer let go of Rihanna’s ass cheeks to pull severely at her hair again. He did as she fantasized over the phone earlier and fisted two ponytails to use them as reigns to fuck her violently from behind.
The intense pull of her hair made the pop star’s head snap up from the bedspread. She howled his name over and over again in the air, hoping that the staff on the main island could hear.
Her body quivered frenziedly at Chris’ savage assault on her lower anatomy. Her wet walls desperately sucked him for all that he was worth. She tried to last longer so they would come together. However within moments she collapsed face-down into the bedspread while her pussy soaked their thighs with her fluid.
Chris’ powerful thrusts slowed into rhythmic jabs. He too felt his orgasm fast approaching, but he was determined to make their sex last for as long as he could.
He released her hair and smoothed the soft strands down her neck. Chris leaned forward until his chest was pressed against Rihanna’s sweat-slicked back. Her wrists bound behind her made the contact a little difficult, but the singer overlooked that minor detail.
He massaged her shoulders, grinded his hips into her ass and whispered in her ear. “How does tha’ feel, baby? You like tha’?”
Listening to Chris’ seductive voice made Rihanna climax all over again. More of her natural honey sluiced down their thighs and gently stained the bedspread underneath them. She turned her head to the side and opened her mouth to speak, but no words escaped. She merely nodded her head in response.
The singer’s balls tightened and his body shook to the core. He reached underneath his lover and softly stroked her clitoris, hoping that his intimate touch would cause her to come again for the third time. This time he wanted them to come together.
A few seconds later Chris released his seed into the condom and his body jerked with forward thrusts to bury himself inside her to the hilt.
Rihanna came seconds later and with the bit of strength she had left, she pushed her body back into his to match his mellow thrusts.
Together they collapsed on the bed, with Chris untying the sash around Rihanna’s wrists.
The moment she was free, the pop star turned on her side and embraced her lover, holding him close to her body. “That was amazing, Chris,” she panted into his chest. “God that felt so fucking good!” She didn’t care that her body’s core or her wrists were bruised and sore after their escapade. She was only focused on the euphoric feeling Chris gave her after their coupling.
She closed her eyes and smiled into his chest, feeling her racing heartbeat abate behind her ribcage.
Chris adjusted his position on his side so Rihanna could use his bicep for a pillow. He sniggled lightly into her hair and kissed the top of her head. He held back a yawn and entwined his legs with hers. Closing his eyes he said, “Go to sleep, Robyn.”
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The couple slept till 2AM the next morning, only to wake up because their hunger consumed them. Chris finished ordering their early-morning meal from his two-way radio and returned to the bed.
Rihanna sat up and relaxed her back against the king-size pillows, comfortably displaying her nude body. Chris was still naked as well when he sat on the edge of the bed. Immediately his eyes were drawn to her small breasts and he sucked his teeth, disapproving of her nipples without their rings.
“Where are they,” he looked at her and asked.
“They’re in one of my bags in the living room,” Rihanna replied. She didn’t have to inquire about what Chris was asking her of since the look in his eyes said it all.
Without another word, Chris stood and exited their room to fetch their bags. Once he returned he unceremoniously dumped their entire luggage in the middle of the bedroom floor. “They’re in the small green bag,” the singer heard her call out.
He searched the bag until his hands fisted the silver rings. He walked towards the bed and sat down next to Rihanna and extended his hand. “Here, put them in. I have plans.”
Looking down at the jewelry, Rihanna eyed her lover and shook her head. A carnal grin stretched her lips before answering, “No. I want you to put them in.”
Matching his sexy smile with the ever-lewd Bajan's, Chris simply replied, “Okay. Sit on Daddy’s lap so I can do tha’.”
Rihanna silently complied and straddled the R&B singer’s thighs until their bare chests touched. She cradled the back of his head and pulled him forward into a deep, erotic kiss.
Their tongues mated, stroking and caressing one another as though their mouths were making love. Their lips crushed each other’s, massaing the pliant flesh like their faces were trying to merge into one.
The kiss left both lovers panting, hot and bothered. Chris’ member stood at attention, thumping at Rihanna’s clit, while her juices smothered both of their laps.
Rihanna was the first to recover. “Now? About my nipple rings?”
“Huh? Oh yeah!” Chris shook himself from his daze and proceeded to his assigned task. The pop star kept her hands around his neck, but leaned back just enough so she could look down and see what he was doing.
Before he got started, the singer announced, “Jus’ so you know, I never done this befor’. I don’ wanna hurt you.”
The Bajan gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I trust you.”
Hearing Rihanna’s trust in him gave Chris all the confidence he needed. He set the nipple rings down and used his hands to knead and reshape her small breasts. He twirled her nipples in his fingers until they became stiff, hardened peaks. Leaning forward, Chris closed his lips around a perk nipple, laving it with his tongue before nibbling the sensitive flesh. He proceeded to give the abandoned twin the same attention, reveling in the taste of Rihanna’s light cocoa skin.
Watching Chris orally pleasuring her breasts was extremely sensual to the Bajan. Every nerve-ending in her bosom stood at attention, sending signals right to her pleasure-center. Her core tightened responsively and her body continued to secrete her honey in their laps.
Chris released his mouth from her chest, clutched a nipple ring, and proceeded to insert it. His hands were surprisingly calm when he untwisted the screw and carefully began to insert the ring into Rihanna’s peak.
The pop star rested her forehead comfortably against Chris’ and silently watched him put her body jewelry in place. She never had a man to do this to her before and just looking at the lascivious display turned her on. He’s gonna have to do this to me more often, she promised herself.
Rihanna kissed the top of his head when the first nipple ring was completely in place. Chris remained quiet and continued with placing in the second ring. He kissed both of her breasts when he finished. The moment both rings were in place their eyes met. Sexual tension covered the air like a blanket, suffocating the couple.
However Rihanna interrupted the ambiance when she cracked a smile and jokingly asked, “See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
“Heh; I’ll show you somethin’ hard…” Chris took Rihanna by her waist and threw her on their bed, both of them laughing at his antics. He grabbed her ankle, lifted her leg high in the air and positioned himself in between her body.
He rotated his pelvis in hers, coating his dick with her nectar. “Jus’ give me five minutes and I’ll have you hollerin’ like las’ time!”
Before Rihanna could respond, they heard a voice over the two-way radio. “Mr. Smith, I have your order waiting outside.” As a private joke, Rihanna and Chris decided to name themselves after the characters from the movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
“FUCK!” Chris cried out. He released Rihanna’s leg and scowled at her laughter.
“It looks like you won’t have me doing shit!” The pop star teased.
“It’s only been postponed,” the singer assured her as he stood to leave the room. “I still plan on waxin’ tha’ ass.” He departed the room to answer the door.
Rihanna’s eyes widened when she realized that Chris intended to answer the door completely naked. She hurriedly stood to stop him, only to realize that she too was naked. Sitting down on the bed again, she raised a quizzical brow when she noticed her lover return without their food. “What happened?”
Chris’ smile stretched into a humorous grin before he hysterically laughed. Catching his breath, he walked to their bed and said, “An old lady answered the door. She was so shocked tha’ she dropped our food. She went back to get some mo’!”
Hearing about what happened caused Rihanna to laugh as well. “Nigga, you crazy!” Once her guffaws subsided, she clutched Chris’ arm and spoke. That means we still have fifteen more minutes…”
“Baby, I already told you all I need is five.” Chris grabbed her knees and spread them apart, exposing her wet flesh. “But I can eat for the next fifteen minutes.”
“And I can let you,” was Rihanna’s snarky comeback.
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For those of you who are curious about Rihanna’s “hand technique”—don’t be. That was something I made up in my sick mind. I mean you’re welcome to try that maneuver with your man, but don’t expect the same result.
I’ll warn you now: when I write stories I like to put the characters through hell. Why? Because writing drama is fun! Chris and Rihanna are going to go through many trials and tribulations and we’ll see if their love survives. And another thing: if you’re a Jay-Z fan I must let you know that he’s the main antagonist in this story. Every story needs a villain, and since Jay hates Chris and is hell-bent on controlling Rihanna’s life, I thought “why not”?
The line “go to sleep, Robyn” was inspired by Chrissy’s fiction, Back 2 Love. Just giving credit where it’s due.
Thanks to Asani and Jessie for reviewing!
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