Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 3

~Chris's P.O.V.~

It was now 6:00pm and I had just got done putting up the last box. She had a lot of boxes but for some reason she didn't want me opening some of them. Specifically the ones labeled "Playroom". I think it means her "Gameroom", but I didn't care enough to ask.

Mind you, the girl still hasn't told me her name. 

I was sitting on the couch with my face in my phone, scrolling through my timeline on Instagram. Everything was going fine until the girl came into the living room. She was holding two beers in one hand while she carried her phone in the other. Putting the beers on the coffee table, she sits on the couch across from me. 

"You don't talk a lot do you?" she asks. Her voice was like honey as she spo-

No! You literally just met this girl, Chris. Not only is she too masculine for you, but you were sent to help her unpack. Not eye-fuck her!

"Well it's kinda hard to when I don't even know your name." I return, my attention still on my phone. 

"That's all you wanna know?" I nod, running my hands through my hair before deciding to watch some insta-stories. I felt her presence leave the front of me, only for it to become a hell of a lot stronger behind me. Her breath met my neck and I froze. 

"I'm Daddy, Babygirl. Nice to meet you." she whispers. 

My cheeks go red as bite my lip to contain an ever so tempting moan.

"I-I ain't nobody's damn "Babygirl" and you shol ain't my Daddy. That nigga been dead." I scold. She just laughs while sliding her hands down my body, stopping right before my waistline. 

"Whatever you say...Babygirl."

I roll me eyes and slump back into my seat.

"Look, I ain't into all that stud for stud shit, ight?"

"We'll see" she whispers, more to herself. I don't think she wanted me to hear, but I did.

"What was that?" I challenge, a brow raised. She looks up with a slight blush creeping to her cheeks.

"Nothing. Look, it's getting late. You can stay the night if you want, I don't mind. My mom left ten minutes ago, but we might still see her in the morning."She says, walking toward the stairs. 

My eyes grew wide. She just met me a few hours ago. I was basically a stranger in her home and she was allowing me to stay the night? Don't get me wrong, it's not like I wanted to go back to that hell hole anyway. But the sun hadn't even fully set yet.

I reached for my phone to check the time.

"It's 6 o'clock on a Saturday." I told her. I was confused on how that was considered late. Who the hell?

"I have shit to do in the morning."

And with that, she disappeared upstairs and I camped out on the couch.

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Her hands slid up my body smoothly, gliding over it with ease. She sucked on my neck fiercely and all I could do was moan. I couldn't even move do to the restraints on my hands and legs. I felt as if my whole body was on fire and I had no way of putting it out. 

I didn't care about who she was or how we got to this point. I only cared about how she made me feel. And lets be honest, we aren't gonna see each other again anyway.

Her breath fanned over my neck I tried to free myself. How the hell she managed to tie me up, I have no clue. I low-key enjoyed it though. It was new. Exciting. Sexy.