Chris Brown Preferences/Imagines

Dominate me

Imagine you are being stripped down from your clothes, stretched parallel on the center of the bed and having each wrist tied to the headboard and each leg tied to the edge of the wooden bed frame. Christopher is standing forefront of the bed, chewing on his bottom lip and stroking his erect length inside his palm through the front of his boxers. He trudges over to twist the nob on the volume for the sensual music to feel the room, then he climbs into bed and hovers over you. Chris marks a kissing trail up and down your body, up to your earlobe again where he whispers, “I hope you’re ready for me baby.” And he stands up on his knees to drag his boxers down a bit, drive his hand to your womanhood and unties one of your legs with his free hand and lifts your leg to set your calf on his shoulder. Chris’s other palm finds the dip in your waist and connects his hand there and squeezes for balance. Then he accelerates forward and smashes into your core so rough that he’s got your writhing beneath him, whimpering and twisting your face up. “Mm, you like that don’t you?” Christopher smiles down at you, adjusts his head back, and quickens the rapidity in his thrusts simultaneously as his eyelids drift closed to focus on driving you to your first orgasm.