Illicit Affairs ~ A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Twenty - Persuasive

SCARLETT'S POV
I stared at Chris with wide eyes, as if he were insane. As far as I was concerned, he was. He was clinically insane. What's worse is that I pondered the question and the possibility of what things could be. Could we have a happy life together, and be the typical family? Would he want kids? Did he forget the small fact that I can't have kids?
I sat up and sat my Kindle down on his black coffee table, then looked into his brown eyes, hoping I'd find that he was joking. He wasn't.

"Chris, be honest, you don't want to get married. I mean, you're not the commitment type!" My words were harsher than I intended, and he sighed then turned to face his hockey game.

"You're right, it was a stupid idea. Forget it." His tone contradicted his words. He was not going to forget it, but for now he would shove it deep down. Then, he looked up at me, a flame flickering in his brown eyes. "Or, perhaps I could change your mind?" Before I could even ask what he was talking about, he had me pinned down to the couch. His teeth roughly bit at the skin on my neck, causing me to let out a shocked squeal. He'd never handled me so roughly before. He pulled his mouth from my neck, the suction releasing as he did so, and I just knew I had a giant mark. His lip curled to a smirk, and he went back down to a lower spot on my neck. I writhed under his teeth. It hurt, but the more he did it the wetter I got. Chris slid his hand down my stomach, and down the front of my pants. He played with the hem on my lace panties, then pushed them to the side. His index finger swirled around my clit, and then he swiped it down to my entrance. He teased me with his fingertips and I spread my legs more for him. He grinned against my neck and pulled up. His lips brushed against my ear, causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach.

"Are you going to be a good little kitten for daddy?" He asked in his low husky town. Fuck, why did that melt me? I nodded my head, and he plunged three fingers in. I winced slightly, and he pulled out to his fingertips. "Use you're words, baby girl," he demanded. He pushed his fingers back in, and I let out a deep groan.

"Y-yes," I stuttered out. I could feel his already hardening cock pressed against my thigh. He bit down on my neck earning another yelp to fall from my lips.

"Yes what?" Oh.

"Yes, daddy." Chris smirked against my neck, and plunged his fingers in deeper. As he fucked me with his fingers I could feel my orgasm building dangerously fast. I clung onto his black leather couch and he watched as my back arched and my mouth fell open.

"See how much pleasure I can bring you by just my hand? See how I can make you come with just my fingers?" He sped his fingers up as I spilled out onto his hand. Chris withdrew his wet fingers and traced them on my lips, then forced them into my mouth. I swirled my tongue, licking them clean for him. After he pulled his fingers out of my mouth, he clashed his lips to mine, pushing his tongue in and tasting the cum I'd just licked from his fingers. A groan vibrated in his chest, and he ripped off my pants, tossing them to the side. Chris pulled back from my mouth and traced his lips down my sternum, to my stomach, and then bit at the hem of my lace panties. He pulled them off using his teeth, then threw them where my pants were. Chris pressed his tongue to my heat, and I let out a small gasp. He then suctioned my clit in his mouth. I reached my for his hair, and he bit down on it, causing me to lurch forward. He chuckled and pushed me back down.
"Just relax, kitten. Let daddy take care of you." He continued to softly lap at my clit, suctioning it and letting it go, building up anticipation. Each time I'd be on the brink of an orgasm he'd slow and pull me back to the ground. I couldn't tell if this was pleasure or torture, and I had no clue how he was managing with his throbbing cock pressing right against the zipper of his jeans. Right as I felt my orgasm building again I started to take matters into my own hands, riding his face to ensure he wouldn't slow down. Only this time he pulled back, and I let out a groan of disappointment.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby, only patient good girls get to come," he said with a smirk.

"Please, Chris-"

"Though, how could I deny such a beautiful woman of such pleasures." He pulled my chin up with a hooked finger. "Get up, follow me," he demanded, his tone short, but his words dropped with lust. I did as he asked, and he led me to the bedroom. Once we were in he turned and pulled my shirt off of me, pleased to see that I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. He took my nipple into his fingers, rolling it and making it perk up, then repeated the same pattern on my other. "I'm not going to tie you up, I'd hate to ruin that wrist, especially since it will benefit me later." His lips grazed mine and it felt as though he was sucking all of the air out of my lungs. "But I will make sure that you get more than enough pleasure and punishment." How could I possible receive both? They don't seem like they go hand in hand. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it down.
"Get on your knees for me, baby girl," he demanded. I did as he asked, and he undid his belt and his pants, finally freeing his cock. "Open your mouth for daddy." I opened my mouth and he placed the tip of his cock on my tongue. I gave it a soft lick, then enclosed my lips around it. My tongue swirled on it, licking the precum that had already started to come out. "Fuck, baby, such a good girl. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours," he groaned out. I took him further in my mouth, about halfway, and he grabbed my hair again. He thrusted his hips forward, shoving his length into my mouth the rest of the way. I gagged, but he didn't seem to care. He pulled back, then gave my mouth another thrust, hitting the back of my throat. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes out of instinct as he repeatedly hit the back of my throat. It'd be bruised for sure. I hollowed out my cheeks, creating more of a suction, and Chris' head fell back.
"Fuck!" He pulled out, his cock twitching and covered in my spit and his cum. He then pulled me up by my hair, and pulled me to him for a passionate kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance, his ultimately winning as my throat was hurting from the cock beating it just took. "Lay on the bed, kitten, I want to watch you play with yourself." I did as he asked once again, and climbed up on his large bed with an all black bed set. I shivered, feeling slightly exposed, as I traced my hand down to my pussy. I started out by dipping my middle finger inside of me, then brought it out. I plunged back into myself with two more fingers, watching as Chris stared at me with hungry eyes. He slowly stroked his cock, working it back up. Something about having him watch me pleasure myself somehow turned me on even more. I pushed my fingers as deep as I could, writhing and grinding to my own touch. Chris groaned, watching my hips move to my own touch. It didn't take him long to force himself between my legs. I pulled my fingers out, and he took them into his mouth, tasting my pussy. Chris then pushed my legs up, pressing them into my chest. He barred them down using his arm, and all at once slid his cock into me. Even with my cum and how soaked I was, it was still a challenge. My mouth fell open from feeling so full, and he pulled out to the tip then dove back in. I yelped and he grinned, continuing to bar my thighs and thrust in and out of me. With each thrust my moans grew louder and more hungry.

"O-oh, fuck, Chris!" I yelped out, feeling him thrust upwards. I tightened around him, already feeling my orgasm build. The sound of our fucking echoed through the room, and cries and screams only made him go harder.

"You're such a good girl, taking all of my cock like this." His words put me on the edge, and his deep thrusts tipped me over. I screamed his name as my eyes rolled back, and I swore I could see constellations as he fucked me harder than he ever had. I could feel his cock getting thicker as he started to come inside of me. I clawed at the sheets, and winced as he pulled out, admiring as our cum spilled out of me. He let my legs down, but stayed in between them. Chris rested his head on mine, his breath heavy.
"See, baby girl? No one can fuck you like I can. Why turn away?" He was right, no one had ever fucked me the way he did. But that was no reason to marry the man, right?

After Chris helped me get cleaned up I pulled on one of his dress shirts and buttoned it half way. He had gone downstairs to bring me a warm mug of tea, stating I'll need it for my bruising throat. When he came in he smirked, and sat on the bed while handing me the warm mug.

"Like I told you last time, any time I fuck you like this I will take care of you. Always. You're safety and health is important to me." He brushed a few strands of my hair behind my ear and smiled softly. "Scarlett, I love you. And even if you don't want to get married, I still love you. That doesn't mean I won't stop trying to get you to marry me, though. I won't give up on it." Persistent fucker he is. I took a few sips of my tea, then sat it on the nightstand and cuddled into Chris' chest.
Before I fell asleep I wondered about all the schemes Chris had planned. He tried to persuade me with his cock, and let me tell you, it almost worked. But what was next? A grand gesture? A public engagement? Something so extravagant and well put together it'd take months to pull off? Maybe by then I'd be ready...