(Christie's pov)
Justin walked in the room while taking his shirt off. This is the perfect time.
"Justin, can you get my phone. It's on the bed table"
I called from the bathroom.
"Sure thing, bae"
Justin walked over to the small table. As he reached his hand to grab my phone, I made a move, and quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs on his right hand. I snapped the other cuff to the head board.
"Baby, what's this about?"
Confusion and surprise were in his voice.
"You've been really stressed today, and you need to rest now"
I pushed him on the bed, his right hand connected to the head board.
"I know what this is, babe. I can easily get out of this you know?"
He smirked.
"I'd like to see you try"
I smirked back. He tugged his right hand, but couldn't get free.
"Told you"
I started to take off my shirt.
"Christie, I'm not in the mood"
He tried to talk me out of this, but I'm not stopping.
"You will be"
I was now in my bra and panties, and climbed on top of him. His eyes were wide and alert on me. I stroked my hand over his toned chest. I kissed him while sitting on his body, my legs on either side. He kissed back, and used his only free hand to grab my ass. I giggled and moved it away. I pulled his pants down, leaving him in his boxers.
"Baby don't you dare-"
I cut his sentence off by beginning to pull his boxers down slowly. Slow enough to make him desperate. After his boxers were completely off, I grabbed hold of him gently.
"Babyyy"
Justin moaned lowly. I began to slowly move my hand up and down. He was breathing deeply and clenched his fists.
"Shit, babe don't stop"
He was getting closer so I stopped, leaving him hanging.
"Dammit Christie, no!"
Justin hissed frustratedly. Justin's right, this is fun. I giggled at his reaction.
"...ok, I get it. I shouldn't have done that to you. I'm sorry"
Justin mumbled.
"Aw, you're so cute, Justin"
I ran my hand through his hair.
"I'm serious"
He muttered. It's funny how mad he gets.
"Sure you are"
I cuffed his free hand to the headboard too.
"Christie, please. I'm begging you"
He gave me puppy eyes. I looked away to kiss the his member.
"No Christie. I'm sorry. I swear I won't do it again"
He sounded desperate. I began to suck his member, hearing him groan and tense up. I went faster and faster.
"Fuuuck"
As soon as he said that, I moved away.
"Dammit Christie, get me out before I fucking break this"
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Fix Me (Sequel to Deadly in Love)
Fanfiction-sequel to Deadly in Love- 18 year old Christie Lewis has faced the last 2 months in hell as her boyfriend, Justin Bieber is facing 3 years in jail for kidnapping, burglary, and murder. Christie inches closer to surrendering, due to years of abuse. ...
