Dominance

"Master"

I smiled as the fans rushed forward into the tent, wanting Devin, Angelo, Balz, Ricky, Ryan, and Chris to sign whatever shit they have on them.

Honestly. Sometimes fangirls are scary as fuck.

"Hey, beautiful, what are you doing in a place like this?" a red-headed male asked me curiously.

I arched my eyebrows (Which Josh had done for me earlier— I wouldn't let Chris touch them.) "Oh, you know, seeing my boyfriend," I replied, nodding towards Chris, who was smiling cheerfully at the crowd.

He sneered. "Oh, baby, I could make you feel so much better,"

I narrowed my eyes at him, debating on whether or not it would be worth it to punch him in the face. Chris made me feel amazing, and no one else could do it better than him, ever.

I shrugged. "I highly doubt it."

The guy scoffed. "Oh, whatever, he's a fucking faggot."

I considered punching him in the face some more, but then resolve my cool. "He's not here to please the ignorant."

And then I just walk away.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket.

From: Sex God <3

Come over to the hotel. I rented a room for us.

I arched my eyebrows and replied "Sure thing", slipping my phone back in its rightful spot.

I sighed, waved to the guys and headed over there.

******** ((If you are not comfortable with smut, or Chris Motionless, please leave at this point. Thank you. ~Synthetic Love and Hair Dye))

I quietly knocked on the door, wondering what the hell this was about.

He opened the door, eye makeup still applied, making him look powerful and God-like.

"Hey," I smiled, lip piercings pulling on the sides.

He scowled, moving back to let me in, closing the door behind him. "So, who was that guy?"

I groaned inwardly. Shit. "Just some asshole that wanted in my pants, Chris. Don't worry about it."

He dug his hands into my hips, leaning to whisper in my ear. "You were a bad girl today, Nat. Daddy has to punish you,"

I groaned softly. "Chris. You don't have to do this."

He growled, and pushed me onto the huge bed, glaring down at me. He licked his lips, desire pulsing off his body. "I am the only one that can do this to you." he slid off my shorts and slapped my ass— hard.

I gasped in pain. "Chris!" He had really, really strong hands. He's usually gently though.

He leaned down, lips hovering about mine. "I requested a sound-proof room tonight, just for us," he whispered, and then roughly kissed me. His long tongue snaked into my mouth, making me shudder.

I panted slightly as he pulled away, and I grabbed for his belt. He slapped my hands, glaring. "Bad girl." He turned me onto my side and slapped my ass again. "You'll only do as Daddy tells you."

I groaned. Shit. I was usually the dominant one.

He slowly started finger me, his eyes locked with mine. I moaned into his chest, biting down hard onto my lip. "Shit... Chris... please, don't do this to me..."

He smirked. "What do you want, princess?"

I groaned, silent. He leaned to my pierced ear again. "I want it dirty, with the lights on, filthy, vile and obscene- I wanna show you what a bitch I can be."

I shuddered, body shaking. "Chris, no—-"

He chuckled. "Nat, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for two weeks."

And suddenly, he slammed into me, making me scream. "Go ahead! Scream as loud as you want, but nobodies going to hear you! Scream for me, baby. Tell me how good I feel inside you!"

I threw my head back, not knowing if that was a rhetorical question or not.

He yanked my hair, growling. "Answer me!!"

I yelped. "You feel so good, Chris. Fuck me, harder!"

He laughed softly. "I thought I was giving the rules here," he started slowing down, and pulled back.

But then he jackhammered back into me, going at top speed. "This is what happens when Daddy's little girl is being bad," he murmured sexily in my ear, making me tingle. I clenched around him.

"Chris, god, that hurts!!!" I screamed.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Fucker. "Oh, god, no, please! Never stop!!"

He smirked, and thrust forward, hitting my my g-spot every single time. "Holy shit, Chris, I think I'm going to—-"

He snarled. "No, Natalia! You're not allowed to cum until I say so,"

I whimpered quietly, which he seemed to relish. He continued pushing into me, when suddenly, he yanked my hair and said, "Who's your Master?"

I moaned into his ear, "You,"

"Cum for me, baby"

We both rode out our orgasms and he finally collapsed onto me, panting heavily. He kissed me tenderly. "I love you, baby girl,"

I nuzzled his nose. "I love you, too."

THE END

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