Back-Shots | By : Nesha Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rihanna Views: 14493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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I visited this website adamandeve.com and I was inspired to write this chapter.
Please excuse my hiatus. I was suffering from an extreme case of writer’s block. So after listening to Rihanna’s “Watch ‘n’ Learn” and Chris Brown’s “Sweet Love” on repeat and looking at lesbian porn gifs, I’m ready to present to you this chapter.
WARNINGS: BDSM is featured here and there will be toy play and double penetration (I shouldn’t have to tell you all what that means). If those things make you uncomfortable, please skip this chapter and patiently wait until I write the next one. This is the return of Sadist-Chris Brown from chapter 3 of Love… (Yes I’m shamelessly plugging in my story for those who haven’t read it). Why am I bringing Sadist-Chris Brown back? Because I miss he and I luff him! <3 One more thing: our Lil’ Miss Sunshine will become Lil’ Miss Submissive. The Thug Bitch isn’t present here. If you think you can stomach it, read on!
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Summary: Chris puts Rihanna in her place—literally.
50 Shades of Brown
“Give it to her in the worst way…” Chris Brown
Chris Brown barked salacious orders at the islander like a military commanding officer and she accepted like a willing, eager new recruit.
They left the studio to return home after secretly recording remixes to their songs earlier that day. There were rumors of them collaborating on music after Da Internz, a duo of producers, revealed to the media that the Caribbean pop star’s guest vocalist on the fan-favorite song “Birthday Cake” would shock the world. The photographs of the platinum blonde star and her nefarious secret lover leaving the recording studio only minutes apart didn’t help diffuse the truthful gossip.
Both musicians subliminally voiced their opinions on working each other on Twitter for their own amusement and to stir up more controversy.
@rihanna: They can say whatever, Ima do whatever… No pain is forever <----- YUP! YOU KNOW THIS
@rihanna: Go head talk shit…its all in da paper!!! Lemme grab my dick while ya sit on top!!!
@rihanna: I feel bad for that poor bandwagon… Trying its hardest to fit everyone
@chrisbrown: Let them be mad!!!! We make music. Don't like it, don't listen! Turn up the music remix is coming soon too! Guess who's on it?
After their cerebral mind-fuck on the Earth’s population, Rihanna called Chris and suggested he come over her place. Without feeling remorse for his girlfriend who sat at home thankful the singer finally returned after being gone for several hours. Chris did as the pop star propositioned and made his way to her mansion.
Upon his arrival, the hazel-green eyed blonde bombshell greeted the highly sought-after R&B singer at the door wearing her birthday suit, and sterling silver barbell nipple rings. She extended her tongue slowly and licked her crimson lips, harmonizing the lyrics, “ooh I wanna fuck you right now; just get up on my body I’ll do anything…” in her island accent. Rihanna fully intended to seduce Chris and fuck him ‘in the worst way’ like her song’s provocative lyrics suggested. It was the ultimate game of role-play of dominance and submission—her favorite sexual game. The Barbadian’s time in the US was limited because in a few weeks she’ll be on a plane headed to the UK for a month. Her time was precious and she wanted to create many wild memories with Chris before her departure. If all goes well, her aggressive lover later on would be locked in that bondage bar she recently purchased.
Rihanna’s seduction plan worked—for the moment.
Chris’ handsome, boyish, freckled-face was set in pure wonderment. He stood in her threshold with his mouth agape and dark-brown eyes wide in amazement.
Witnessing his astounding countenance brought a smirk to the Caribbean’s face. She knew Chris was expecting sex from her naturally, but Rihanna already figured out he believed they would have time to sit and hang out like they usually did before getting into the swing of things.
Chris Brown was not going to complain about the situation. His imagination began to run amuck while he thought of the freaky time they were about to share. Damn she already got my dick hard! I’m ready to take her down now, but I’mma wait an’ she wha’ she gon’ do first.
The R&B star quickly kicked the front door closed without bothering to lock it. He looked down at his crotch and grinned when he felt Rihanna’s hand grab it. She faced him and smiled maliciously before leading him by the balls—literally—upstairs into her bedroom, with his gaze mesmerized by the sexy sway of her hips.
When they approached her bedroom door, Rihanna faced her secret lover and smirked evilly with wicked green eyes. “I got something I wanna show you, Chris.” She humorously watched Chris’ eyes drink in every bare curve of her body and the only thought that came to her mind was, Got him!
Turning to open the door, the pop star chuckled as she listened to the singer’s surprised gasp.
He stepped from behind her and inventoried her bedroom. “Da-a-am!” Chris hollered into the air when his dark-brown eyes took in the items on the bed.
Lying on the bed were various erotic toys and the wheels in his artistic, creative mind began to turn. The Virginia-native looked at the green wireless, vibrating nipple clamps shaped like cute bunnies. His eyes shifted to the solid black bondage bar, green apple flavored candy ball gag, and green double-play vibrator. Just thinking about using these items on the ever-freaky islander caused his dick to painfully twitch in his boxer-briefs.
He turned away from the bed and the songstress also noticed his attention shifted for a brief moment to look past her and at the thing that was hanging from her door. So he sees it.
The minute Chris eyed the Barbadian with a carnal look of pure, raw lust Rihanna knew she already lost the game before it even had a chance to start.
Which is why she’s currently spread open in front of Chris, with tears of passion streaming down her face, and her mouth filled with his thick, hard cock.
“Mmm…” Rihanna bobbed her head and slurped Chris’ dick while he yanked a fistful of her hair, thrusting himself deeply into her mouth. She felt her pussy tighten each time the tip of his length touched the back of her throat. Every time she gagged on his erection it only made the songstress yearn for him to be immersed all the way inside of her.
She closed her hazel-green eyes and imagined just that. Her jaws were sore, and she envisioned them being her pussy walls aching every time Chris’ dick brutally stroked him. Saliva dripped from her chin and Rihanna didn’t have to fantasize the drool being juices from her center sliding out of her. Even with her vision blacked the Barbadian knew there was a mini-puddle underneath her on her hardwood floor.
If people could see me now… Rihanna mirthfully told herself. The world would have a splendid field day if they only knew their very own Lil’ Miss Sunshine was in her home positioned like a frog, sucking her ex-abuser’s dick—and relished it.
There was something about imagining the media witnessing the pop star performing oral sex on Chris that got her off even more. Knowing the immense controversy it would cause, picturing herself purposefully antagonizing everyone while they watched as she literally sucked life from her ex-boyfriend only made the islander more aroused. The blonde squeezed her cheeks around Chris’ shaft, entrapping his length in her hot mouth.
Rihanna pictured all of the famous talk show hosts that has spoken negatively about Chris for the past three years watching her—and she orally pleased him harder, bobbing her head on his length until she felt herself become a little befuddled.
The Barbadian envisioned radio hosts, journalists and paparazzi from all over the globe taking pictures, recording them on video cameras, pointing, gawking and babbling amongst each other about how she isn’t a proper role model for little girls and women. A real woman wouldn’t communicate with a man who battered her, let alone perform cunnilingus on him. “She’s a disgrace to women everywhere!”—they would say. Rihanna stretched the muscles in her esophagus and moved her head forward to push Chris further into her throat. A new determination took over her to orally fuck the Virginia-native until she swallowed their children. Role model that, cunts! I’m deep-throating the fuck outta this nigga, bitches! Rihanna cursed at the imaginary detractors in her mind.
Lastly the fans. Her adoring public. The Rihanna Navy despised Chris Brown with a burning desire, besides a few indifferent fans here and there. The island-native had to entertain the public and keep their eyes glued on her; otherwise there wouldn’t be a point. And sucking Chris’ dick would absolutely do that. Attention-whoring 101 Rihanna was the master at this shit! Sorry guys, but I love him and in the end I’m gonna do what the fuck I wanna do. Y’all should too. And what I wanna do is suck this nigga’s dick till he bleeds.
Public outcries, screaming mothers, picketers and protesters all played a role in Rihanna’s sick, exhibitionistic fantasy. Her stomach tied in knots, her clit pulsated and she knew if she opened her eyes and looked down she would see her reflection in her honey-puddle on the floor.
It all turned her on: the negative comments, the disdainful looks and damning opinions. Everything about the world looking at Rihanna right now caused her to moan in passion. Merely picturing people watching her doing something so unheard of to the man that caused her great widespread humiliation made her shiver in delight. Unfortunately her lustful cry got caught in her throat due to Chris’ dick mercilessly slamming inside of her mouth and the songstress choked.
She quickly opened her eyes and looked up at the smirking face of her lover. The singer wouldn’t relent on his assault on her throat. He felt each vibration of Rihanna gags and he fucked her throat and pulled her hair ruthlessly. Each sensation of her struggling to breathe was felt on his flesh and the R&B star threw his head back and grunted lewdly from the feeling.
Looking down again at Rihanna’s hazel eyes panicked with fear as she lost oxygen bit by bit made Chris let up on his pelvic invasion. He kept her hair tangled in his fist and slowly pulled out until the head of his penis rested comfortably on her tongue.
Rihanna would never tell Chris because she didn’t want him to know he just got the better of her, but she was thankful he subsided in his dick-pacing. Her throat felt raw, her jaws were aching and she knew she would have difficulty speaking. She didn’t even want to picture herself trying to sing. She could only hope her vocal chords would’ve fully healed by the time she appeared on the UK’s Brits Awards. Explaining to her team why she couldn’t sing because her detestable ex-boyfriend fucked her throat till it was bruised would be pretty bizarre.
Using his free hand Chris cupped Rihanna’s chin so her hazel eyes would continue to focus on his face. “Keep yo’ eyes on me,” he demanded. “Don’t look nowhere else.” He slowly rotated his hips in her face which made his erection circle around her mouth.
Using her lips to cover her teeth so Chris wouldn’t feel discomfort, Rihanna took his length all the way inside her mouth again until her nose touched his pelvis. Her hazel eyes were still locked on Chris’ dark-brown orbs. She wanted him to see her, she wanted him to witness what her lips and tongue alone were capable of. The island-native was driven to prove to her fuck-friend that she could bring him to his knees from her oral skills.
Rihanna felt Chris trembling inside her mouth and she tasted the first beads of his salty cream. She winked at him and smiled as best as she could before gripping him tighter in between her cheeks. To hell with tasting, the pop star wanted to devour Chris Brown whole! She wanted to turn him into her bitch and regain control of her game of seduction.
Craning her neck upwards, Rihanna swallowed as much of his smooth essence until Chris surprised her by pulling out of her mouth. The Barbadian was dumbfounded by his actions and prepared to voice her protest, but was interrupted when she heard him speak.
“Open wide Rih-Rih.” Chris released her hair to stroke his dick and kept his other hand underneath her face. His smirk turned into a sinful grin when Rihanna willingly obeyed his instruction and formed her smeared red lips into a perfect O.
Cupping her face to hold her steady, the R&B sensation released his seed. He sprayed his load intending for it to land inside of Rihanna’s mouth but decisively missed so his nut would settle on her cheeks, forehead, and nose.
Chris gave Rihanna her props for keeping her eyes open, focused and not flinching each time his cum landed on a part of her face. She earned bonus points for managing to catch a few spills on her tongue, even with his hold on her to keep her still.
He didn’t stop until every last drib was gone from his body, and with the final release he cried out “Ahh”. Chris shook himself making the final drips land on her shoulders and chest.
Standing back to study his handiwork, Chris boyishly grinned at the sight of Rihanna’s exotic face obscured in his semen. He blissfully watched his lover lick away the few drops that covered her upper lip, the top of her chin, and the corners of her mouth. Her hazel eyes returned to their unique hazel-green color the moment her sanity was restored. Chris knew he drove Rihanna crazy with lust and every time she reached her sexual peak, her eyes changed from hazel-green to hazel. He couldn’t get enough of staring at them. He loved watching them fade from one color to the next whenever he pleasured her and it also drove him wild.
Smoothing her lipstick from his still-erect dick, the Virginia-native stood back and asked his secret lover, “How you like your facial, Robyn?”
Laughing at his corny joke Rihanna answered, “Better than Noxzema.”
Grinning, Chris turned around and removed a pillowcase from the bed. He used it to gently wipe away his cum from Rihanna’s face, shoulders and chest. He tossed the soiled pillowcase and looked down at her, considering whether he should release the songstress from the bondage bar or not.
Sensing his hesitation, Rihanna scowled at the singer. “What now, nigga? You gonna stand there and look stupid? Wha’chu doin’?”
Ignoring his ex-girlfriend, Chris looked on the bed and eyed the ball gag, nipple clamps, and the vibrator. Facing Rihanna again he told her, “I’mma let you out, but don’t say nothin’ till I tell you to. Got tha’?”
The islander simply nodded and smiled when the R&B star removed the Velcro straps from her ankles and wrists. Rihanna stood and rubbed her sore wrists and ankles, but remained quiet due to Chris’ command. She eagerly waited on what her ex-boyfriend was going to do next and the thought of him using those sex toys on her made her pussy throb. She closed her eyes, circled her arms around her torso and rubbed her wet thighs together. Hurry Chris! You gonna make me cum again just by standing here!
Grabbing two of the three of the items Chris stood in front of Rihanna and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. He looked down and smirked when Rihanna’s eyes looked up at him with curiosity. He knew she was wondering why he was being gentle suddenly when she wanted to be sexed roughly.
“Chris…?”
“Shh.”
He placed the wireless vibrating nipple clamps over her hardened buds and smiled when Rihanna whimpered the moment her nipples were trapped in between the plastic fastens.
The devices weren’t even turned on and already the Barbadian felt the toys pressed snugly against her barbell-embedded peaks stimulate her. Her clit swelled and soft moans escaped her mouth. “Ooh… Chris…”
“I thought I told you not to talk?” Chris said to his lover.
Did I say that out loud? Rihanna wondered. “I-I’m s-s-sorry Chris—”
“There you go talkin’ again. Wha’ I gotta do to make you shut up, huh Rih?”
Listening to the Virginia-native speak so unpleasantly at her was a major turn on. Rihanna enjoyed it every time Chris would talk offensively to her and it only made her desperately yearn to have him inside of her.
She leaned against his chest, pressing the bunnies into his tattoos and rested her chin on his shoulder. Rihanna closed her eyes and sighed before crying out the instant she felt Chris pull the nipple clamps forward in his hand. “Chris!”
“I—keep—tellin’—you—to—be—quiet—” with each word that escaped his lips, the R&B sensation pulled more firmly on the clamps, causing Rihanna to cry out more and more. Listening to her erotic screams made his hormones go into overdrive. Her Caribbean squeals filled his ears and assaulted his senses. Chris’ dick jolted in the junction of their thighs and he used his free hand to reach for her thigh and place it over his hip.
Leaning forward, Chris bit Rihanna’s neck, nibbled along the flesh of her shoulder, and whispered in her ear. “…but you jus’ keep on talkin’. Wha’ I gotta do Robyn?” He severely grind his hips in hers; glazing his length with her juices and pumping his dick inside of her swollen pussy lips. “Wha’ I gotta do to get you to listen to me?”
She wanted to scream, to holler in the air—“Just fuck me Chris!”—but knew it would be going against the rules of their game. Instead Rihanna sank her teeth in the flesh of Chris’ shoulder when she felt his hand snake from her thigh to forcefully smack her bare ass.
“Is this wha’chu wan’, Robyn?”—smack!—“You like it when I get violent wit’ you, huh? You like this rough shit!”
Another powerful slap on her ass forced Rihanna to dig her nails in Chris’ arms. This time she couldn’t control the loud yelp that fled from her lips followed by, “Yes, Chris!” The island-native’s body quivered when another powerful orgasm pounded away on her clit. Chris’ naughty words, his spanking hand, and their rocking bodies were suddenly too much for her. Gritting her teeth hoping to ebb away the passionate pain her lover made her feel, Rihanna’s body exploded from inside of her thighs and drenched their lower bodies with her cum.
Opening her eyes Rihanna leaned back in Chris’ arms and gazed at her ceiling. Her entire body felt weightless, like she was floating above clouds; that’s how Chris made her feel. She strongly panted, desperate to catch the breath she loss from her climax. This shit is crazy! We ain’t even start yet and I’m ready to go to sleep! Damn Chris!
The pop star slid her leg down from Chris’ hip to plant her feet on the floor. She looked down at her mouth and her eyes expanded when Chris strapped the candy-apple ball gag across her face.
“This’ll finally shut you up.”
Chris watched humorously when Rihanna’s now bright green eyes blazoned with fury. He heartlessly chuckled each time Rihanna rolled her neck and hummed behind the ball covering her mouth and knew if she could talk she would be cussing him out right now.
The singer felt the songstress’ irritated punches in his flesh but he didn’t let that discourage him. He picked Rihanna easily off the floor and circled her legs around his waist. Chris smirked when his lover’s outburst ceased the instant she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He pressed her body against the door and looked down at her breasts when Rihanna arched her back from the cool wood. “Nah, don’t be actin’ all scared an’ shit now, Rih.” Chris verbally teased her. “I’m givin’ you wha’ you wan’!”
Rihanna narrowed her eyes at her fuck-buddy and shouted obscenities at him. At least she would’ve if the damned candy wasn’t covering her mouth.
Chris heard the Barbadian say “Rumphf oooh!” but he assumed she meant “Fuck you!” Got dammit I jus’ love it when she talkin’ shit! Securing her limbs inside the doorjamb sex sling, Chris stood back to look at Rihanna hanging from the apparatus.
Rihanna’s wrists and ankles were secured tightly in Velcro straps much like with the bondage bar from earlier, except her wrists were above her head. Her ass was planted firmly in the makeshift seat, and she grinned, as best as she could behind the candy gag, at Chris while opening and closing her legs to tease him.
“Nuh uh,” the R&B sensation shook his head disapprovingly at Rihanna covering and uncovering what should’ve been wide open for him. “I see this gon’ be a problem.” He opened her closet door because he knew Rihanna kept more sex toys inside. Finding what he was looking for, Chris approached the door again and tied Rihanna’s arms and legs together with rope at her elbows and knees to ensure she wouldn’t be able to move again.
Now with the overly-sexual islander spread open for him and unable to move, Chris was ready to resume the game. He gave the shocked pop star a kiss on the ball gag and licked his lips, surprised he tasted apple-flavored candy.
“Damn, this shit good as hell!” The Virginia-native leaned forward and sucked on the ball gag more and Rihanna looked down at him with her right eye twitching impatiently.
Taking his lips off the gag Chris laughed and said, “I couldn’t help it. Now… where were we? Oh yeah…” He turned away from Rihanna again and gripped the double-play vibrator from the bed. He faced her one more time and noted the look of slight fear in her eyes. Yeah she better be scared ‘cause I’m ‘bout to wear tha’ ass out!
Chris used his hand to massage Rihanna’s juices over her engorged clit and tight asshole. His dark-brown eyes were fixated on completing the task at hand. He gradually slid the bullet inside of her ass. There was a bit of resistance but Chris continued to push until the inch-long toy was deeply sunken.
Not bothering to look up and into Rihanna’s face, Chris heard the songstress’ intake of breath and felt her body shake against his. He remained focused on securing the double-play vibrator in between her legs.
Covering her clit with the suction cup, the singer slid the control speed on the 2-speed, small wired remote to the lowest setting. Rihanna’s thighs immediately began to vibrate and her soft cries were muffled behind the ball gag over her mouth.
The Barbadian felt the beaded nubs inside the cup stroking against her clit and the bullet vibrate gently inside her anus was nothing short of heavenly. Water filled her eyes temporarily blinding her vision and her chest heaved with ever intake of breath. Damn this shit feel too good! Ooh fuck me, Chris!
Chris’ eyes absorbed the view of Rihanna’s saturated pussy dripping with more of her juices as they flowed from her because of the vibrator. He inserted his forefinger into her canal and rubbed it against her sweet walls, smiling as he felt the tremors from the bullet against his finger. Damn I know this shit gon’ make my dick feel good when I fuck her!
The singer looked at Rihanna’s face and grinned impishly when he saw her eyes were closed and tears stained her cheeks. Her cheeks were flushed red and her nostrils flared every time she breathed. Chris looked down at her chest and his smirk deepened at the sight of the nipple clamps still hanging from her breasts. A naughty idea formed in his mind and while he continued to thrust his finger inside her, Chris slid the control speed to its highest setting.
The whimpers that were being restrained behind the candy ball gag now became loud shrieks of passion. Rihanna’s eyes rapidly opened and she stared in a panic at Chris who continued to grin at her. “I wonder wha’ would happen if I turn all of them on at the same time?” He asked.
Rihanna’s brows furrowed and she urgently wanted to speak to tell him—“No! I can’t take it! Nigga you win!”—however it was no use. Chris rested the double-play remote on her thigh and removed his finger from within her. Sucking every bit of her nectar from his digit, the R&B star silently turned on each of the vibrating, bunny-shaped nipple clamps and stood back again to watch his lover receive pleasure at four of the most sensitive places on her body at the same time.
The pop star screeched against the candy gag and thrashed her head wildly against the door. She pulled against the binds that held her but knew they’ll never come apart so she could be freed. The multiple sensations in her anus, the feeling of her clit being sucked and pulled, and the metal bars inside her nipples vibrating nonstop alongside her flesh was too much to handle.
Rihanna’s body began to convulse and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She felt the double-play remote slide from her thigh, fall and dangle but the pulsations didn’t stop. The device was still connected to the bullet and suction cup and therefore continued to give her lower anatomy a sensual, powerful inner massage.
Chris caught the remote in his hand and pressed his chest against Rihanna’s, feeling her nipple clamps throb against his chest. He leaned forward and extended his tongue to lick the outer shell of her ear before whispering, “You can’t handle it, can you Robyn? You wan’ me to stop don’t you?” Using his other hand he smoothed it along her belly going upwards until his fingers wrapped around her throat.
He saw the island-native nod which made the R&B star chuckle sadistically. “I can’t stop, Rih.” Chris pushed the tip of his penis inside of her and hissed when the vibrations of the bullet stimulated the head of his erection. “I can feel you comin’ Rih. Yo’ pussy’s so we-e-et…” The last part he harmonized in her ear with the voice that made millions of women moist just before brutally stabbing her.
Even if Rihanna could cry out against her candy ball gag, Chris’ hand around her throat prevented it. He held her firmly enough to slow down her oxygen intake, but not tight enough to fully restrict it. And it would be shameful to admit how she cherished the feeling of her ex-boyfriend fucking and choking her at the same time. I guess I really am a bad girl.
“Doggy want that kitty, Rih-Rih.” Chris repeated the lyrics in her song. His pelvic motions assaulted her pussy and he savored the feeling of her honey swirling around his dick, coating it while he splashed in her deep pool.
With each plunge of Chris’ dick inside her caused Rihanna’s back hit against the thick, wood door hard. She felt her back becoming sore and knew it was bruising but didn’t care. Her ass and clit throbbed with the motions of the vibrator, her nipples were numb from the clamps, and Chris was on the verge of killing her with his hardcore fucking. She still didn’t care. Rihanna met Chris’ dominant thrusts and slammed her body against his.
The songstress looked at Chris hard. She wished she could telepathically communicate with the singer and let him know he was wrong. She could keep up with his vehement lovemaking; she could handle it. Her eyes narrowed and fluttered closed the minute his hand forcefully closed around her throat.
For the second time the Barbaidan’s relentless lover cutoff her air. The lightheaded feeling started to return and her conciseness began to fade. Her body slowed before stopping altogether and Rihanna just took everything Chris gave her. Her body was fully spent; her energy was depleted and she was too drained to keep up with her robust ex-boyfriend anymore.
“Damn, Rih-Rih.” Chris noticed the change in Rihanna but didn’t care. He let go of the double-play remote and used his hand to flatten it against the door behind her. Removing his hand from her neck, the singer gripped her shoulder until his handprint was embedded in her skin. “Shit yo’ pussy’s good as fuck!”
Separating his feet further apart, Chris braced himself and used the door for leverage to give his sexy fuck-partner upward thrusts of his body. The vibrator hummed against his flesh and he felt his balls tense as he prepared himself for his second orgasm.
Taking his hand off her shoulder, Chris yanked Rihanna’s hair and forced her head to lean back. Her eyes were still closed but Chris knew she was alert. Her pussy walls still sucked his dick, vacuuming life from his sac and the Virginia-native bit his lower lip at the sensation.
After blowing erotically in her ear Chris whispered, “Don’t die on me, Robyn ‘cause I wanna feel you cum. I wanna feel yo’ pussy juice all ov’r my dick. Okay? Lemme drown in you girl.”
And Rihanna came.
Listening to the sexy words of her lover made Rihanna’s trembling walls constrict around Chris’ erection. Weakly the islander sobbed against her ball gag and gushed from deep within. Her narrow walls continuously pulled him deep inside until she felt Chris fill her up completely.
The never-ending shakings from the sex toy and Rihanna’s walls flattening his dick proved too much for the singer. Chris came inside with the intention to fill her up to capacity. He was surprised after several seconds his seed continued to spew and knew if he didn’t do something quick there would be a Baby Breezy on the way.
Chris pulled out and shot the rest of his nut on Rihanna’s torso, breasts, pelvis and thighs. Some droplets landed on the door and floor but Chris didn’t pay it any mind. It wasn’t his mess to clean up and he knew with the right persuasion Rihanna would take care of it.
Carefully Chris untied the ropes and released the Velcro on the sex sling that bound Rihanna’s limbs, wrists and ankles. He gathered her unmoving body in his arms and carried her to the bed. The vibrators were still going strong and Chris turned the devices off and disconnected them from her body, along with the candy ball gag.
Locating the soiled pillowcase he used to clean her from earlier, Chris wiped Rihanna’s body free of his semen and tossed the dirty linen again. He hovered above the pop star and smirked when she continued to lay on the bed motionless. Her wrists, ankles, arms, legs, neck, and shoulder were bruised red from their fuck-session and to Chris, Rihanna never looked more striking. The way she wore his contusions, they were displayed all over her body like jewelry and the R&B sensation took a bizarre pride in his thoughts, even after everything that happened between them.
Chris discovered was still hard so he lifted Rihanna’s thigh to spread her legs apart. Positioning the head of his dick at her opening, Chris unhurriedly pushed inside until he heard a familiar Caribbean voice fill the air.
“Nigga? I know you not trying to fuck me while I’m trying to sleep.” Rihanna woozily spoke to her lover while her eyes were still closed.
“It’s okay, Rob.” Chris gradually eased his dick inside of her inch-by-inch and chuckled when Rihanna used her inner muscles to choke his length. “I’mma fuck you till you go to sleep.”
The island-native reached for his shoulders and pulled Chris flush against her body. She rocked her hips against Chris, synchronizing her rhythm with his. Opening her eyes, Rihanna looked at his face and smiled lazily at him. “Nigga, after everything you just did, you need to be going to sleep, too.”
“Shi-i-it… I ain’t finish killin’ yo’ pussy, yet.” The singer sucked Rihanna’s neck to leave more bruises against the flesh and proceeded to fuck her slowly and steadily.
“Ugh!” Rihanna moaned aloud. “Nigga, I almost died ‘cause of you! Don’t you ever get tired?”
Chris ceased his movements and looked in Rihanna’s eyes. Kissing her slowly on her lips, he pulled away and asked, “Do you wan’ me to stop, Robyn?”
The pop star smoothed her hand on the side of the Virginia-native’s face and shook her head ‘no’.
“Then shut the fuck up an’ take this Daddy Dick then.”
Rihanna closed her lips and reveled in the gentle pushes of Chris’ fucking.
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The title of this chapter was inspired by the New York Times bestseller Fifty Shades of Grey authored by E. L. James. I haven’t read it but I’ve read good and bad things about it (Perez Hilton described it as fan fiction). Tati I will start to read the series after I post this!
Good news! I have plans on re-writing that suck-ass chapter Young Love Part 2! Got damn I hate that chapter!
I have cookies for the first person to name every song I subtly referenced in this chapter!
Irrelevant confession: I have never used a single toy in this chapter. So for those of you, who have and believe I made Chris use them incorrectly on Rihanna, forgive me. Don’t be mad, it’s just my imagination running away with me (in my Temptations voice). And yes I made Chris say, “You like it when I get violent wit’ you, huh?” on purpose because I’m a bad bitch!
Irrelevant statement: “Doggy want that kitty” has never sounded so sexy to me until after writing this chapter. Every woman needs a Sadist-Chris Brown in her life.
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