Cliffhanger - A Chris Motionless Story

Chapter Nine - Curiosity

*the song is Curiousity by Bryce Savage. His music has me in a goddamn CHOKEHOLD. Enjoy!*

NYX'S POV
Chris lips ventured down my neck and I allowed my towel to drop. A million things went through my mind, but all of my thoughts ceased to exist the moment his tongue parted my lips.

"Do you know how much I've thought about you, how you have plagued my mind every waking hour? How you have entranced me?" His lips moved down to my jaw. "How badly I wanted to tie you to every bed in every city and fuck you senseless?" Chris bit down on my lip. "I may have been soft on you the first time, but there's no fucking chance in hell that I'll be careful with you tonight." Chris picked me up and tossed me down onto the bed. He pulled his belt off, making two loops in it then bonded my wrists together above my head. "I want to hear you scream, I want you to be as loud as you can, baby," he said, his gaze darkening. I pressed my thighs together as I watched him pull off his shirt, then step out of his black jeans. He tossed them to the side of the room and pulled my legs apart, sliding between them. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" He growled. I bit my lip and nodded. Without anymore hesitation he pushed into me. I let out a yelp at the shock of the sheer size of him, bolting up. He pressed me back down.

"Ch-Chris—"

"Fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight around me," he seethed out. Chris reached up and gripped onto my bonded wrists. Moans rolled from my lips as he collided into me, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge than the last. He wasn't soft with me as he was the first time. No, this time he was harsh, as if he were starved.
My legs shook as they wrapped around him, but this time he pulled them open again, getting on his knees so he could watch as he fucked me. Chris' hands gripped my thick thighs tightly, holding me open for him.

"You look so pretty with my cock in you, baby girl," he groaned as he pushed himself deeper and deeper. I could feel my stomach tighten as my orgasm threatened to take over my whole body again. A small death brought on by him. I screamed his name as if I were begging for mercy, as if he were the god I prayed to. I fell into the waves of my orgasm, letting it pull me under as his did to him.
Chris stayed pressed in as he undid the belt around my wrists, then scooped me into his arms. He pulled me to where I was sitting, my legs wrapped around him, his length still throbbing inside of me. He pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss, tangling his fingers in my hair while I slowly rode his cock. Chris lifted me up off of him, listening to me whimper as I adjusted to his length coming out. He laid me back down on the bed and softly kissed my lips, then pulled himself off of me.

"I'll bring you some water and some Tylenol, you're going to want it," he said softly while pulling his pants on. He was right, I was already sore and I couldn't imagine how I'd feel in the morning.
Chris came back up with two cold waters and a whole bottle of Tylenol.
"Here," he dumped two in his hand as he sat on the edge of my bed, "take these." I put the pills in my mouth and he cracked open the water bottle, then handed it to me.
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The next morning I woke up to music blaring downstairs, and the smell of breakfast consuming the house. I sat up and winced at the pain, then reached for the Tylenol Chris had so graciously left on my bedside table.
When I reached the kitchen he was already dressed for the day, his hair already done. Meanwhile I was still in my sleep shorts—that were honestly closer to being underwear—and a tank top. My hair was untamed and suited for a rats nest.

"Good morning," he greeted gleefully as he plated some vegan eggs for me. I just smiled softly and sat down at the kitchen island. Chris grinned and slid me a cup of coffee. "I forgot, you're not one for mornings," he said. I shook my head.

"Not when someone keeps me up until three in the morning," I deadpanned. Chris only grinned again and poured the creamer into my coffee. "So, since you're my new boss how is this supposed to work now?"

"Well, for starters, I don't know the first thing about publication. I need your help," Chris admitted. I figured he would, it wasn't exactly like the music industry. It was a whole new world with its own beasts to slay. Rather than have five men who rely on you to make a good decision, you have hundreds and hundreds of authors who rely on you. The publication I was with had roughly three hundred authors. It was small in comparison to others, but managing three hundred authors was still a big task. "And second," he sat down next to me, "I need you to publish that second book. Send it off for final edits, do what you need to do. But I believe in this second book. I believe in you." That was the first time anyone had really ever said that. It was always 'this is a risk, but prove me wrong', and when I would it was 'good job, but it could be better'.
I sat down at my laptop and sent off the manuscript to be published as we ate our breakfast, happy to finally have someone that believed wholeheartedly in me.

"What other things are there to do here in Georgia anyways?" Chris asked while we washed the dishes. I shrugged.

"There's a lot to do. It's just figuring out where to start—" I jumped when there was a loud knock on my door. Chris and I stayed frozen at the sink, and then there was another, more incessant knock. Chris' brow furrowed and he tossed the towel down, then went to the large black front door.