One Shots and Imagines

I jumped back into the driver’s seat, prepared to drive back to Chris’ house when he came around to my side of the car, opened the door and pulled the key from the ignition.

“What the hell?” I scoffed.

“A) you’re a shitty as fuck driver, B) because you’ve had a beer which doesn’t help you in anyway, and C) because I said so.” He replied.

“I’m not getting out.” I told him in a firm tone of voice.

“Fine then I guess we’ll wait here until you change your mind, but that does mean missing out on American Horror Story.” Chris stated.

Damn him.

That was my favorite show of all time, and every Wednesday for the past 4 seasons we would always go to his house and watch it with each other. It wasn’t something that I could just say “screw it” to.

“Whatever, asshole.” I grumbled, crawling over to the passenger seat.

“Thank you Brooklyn.” He cooed.

“Yeah whatever, just go.” I grumbled.

“Maybe we wouldn’t have this issue if you didn’t suck at driving.” Chris replied.

“Just go Cerulli.” I groaned.

He pulled the car out of the parking lot to the venue for tomorrow night, and just giggled a little bit to himself.

I couldn’t help but look over and notice his trademark seductive smile and his hypnotizing hazel eyes gently met mine.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing.” I replied.

His eyes focused back on the road, and I closed my eyes rested my head against the headrest.

“Brooke, come on wake up.” Chris said loudly in my ear, as he gently rocked my shoulder back and forth.

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw Chris standing right outside of my door.

“Are we at your house?” I grumbled.

“Yeah, lazy, now get up and go.” He chuckled.

“I’ll show you lazy.” I jokingly teased him, quickly kicking my foot out at him and hitting him right in his groin.

“You bitch.” He groaned, leaning over and trying to regain his breath.

“Your problem now.” I chuckled, jumped out of the car and ran inside his house.

I got all the way to the back of his house, near the living room and watched as Chris walked in much slower than usual.

If I did that to anyone else I would’ve been done, but Chris and I are the closest friends imaginable. We’d known each other for what seemed liked ever, we knew everything about each other, or as I was about to learn, just about everything.

“Sit your ass down princess and I’ll get us something to eat.” He told me.

“I love you.” I called to him as he left the room, and I curled up on the small loveseat.

I took off my MIW hoodie and tossed it over to the other couch.

I was simply in a pair of black mesh shorts and a misfits tanktop.

A few minutes later Chris came back with two small bowls of ice cream and whip cream on the top.

He knew me too well.

Once he was close enough to me I reached out to grab it from, but was surprised when he quickly pulled it back.

“Ah, ah, you owe me for kicking me in the balls.” He said.

“Fine.” I groaned, closing my eyes.

“Thanks.” He whispered, as he suddenly pushed the bowl into my face.

When he finally took the bowl down, my face was frozen and covered in whip cream and a bit of ice cream.

“That was mean.” I stated, while wiping my face clean.

“So was kicking me in the groin.” Chris replied.

“Fair enough.”

He came and sat down right next to me.

“You’re still my bestie.” He chuckled, putting his head right on my chest.

“And you’re my typical pumpkin spice loving white teenage girl.” I joked with him.

“Shut up, and watch.”

He turned on the tv and we were both thrown into the sick and twisted world of AHS.

Throughout the entire episode I noticed that Chris paid no attention to the screen at all. His eyes were intently watching me and he had this look in his eyes. It was dark, powerful, seductive, and most of all filled with lust.

It had me squirming in my seat, but I just kept my cool and pretended that I didn't notice anything.

That was my biggest secret, the one that Chris didn’t know.

For years all I’d truly wanted was to be dominated by Chris. It was no secret that he was into that lifestyle, and I wanted nothing more than to become his little slave. The one he’d own and love all at the same time.

Before I knew it Chris shut the tv off, and stood right in front of me.

“I need to show you something.” He stated, extending his hand for me to grab.

Without even asking any questions I grabbed his hand and was silently led down his basement stairs.

That was the only room in the house I’d never been in.

I was about to learn why.

When we finally reached a black door Chris opened it up, and held his hand in front of me to lead me into the room.

“Chris.” I gasped in total shock.

What I saw scared me and excited me an equal amount. It was the real life ‘red room’. It was filled with a bed, whips, chains, sex toys, basically anything anyone has ever used in the way of sex.

“You can walk right out of my house at this exact second and we never have to talk about this again. Or you can finally give in to what we’ve both wanted for years now and become my little pet.” He whispered into my ear.

It took me a few seconds to actually get the words out of my mouth, however I really knew my answer from the get go.

“Please make me yours.” I pleaded gently.

“Fine, but I won’t go easy on you.” He told me.

“I know, I don’t want you to.” I replied.

“Get on the bed and sit at the edge of it.” He snapped.

Letting go of his hand I full on trusted him with my life and wellbeing and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“What?” I asked, noticing that he wasn’t completely content.

He came straight over to me, gripped my jaw as hard as possible and growled “You respond with yes, sir or yes, master, and you don’t say a single thing without my permission, understand?” He growled.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl, now take everything off.” He said.

As fast as possible I stripped myself of my shirt, shorts, bra, and lingerie underwear.

“You’re not a virgin, right?” He asked me.

“I’ve only done it one other time.” I replied.

“I think you missed something love.” He whispered, crouching over and digging his nails into my upper thighs.

I panicked for a few seconds, not sure of what I was missing.

“Sir.” I replied, realizing the missing piece.

“Much better.” He complimented me.

Chris took a little bit of a step back and closely inspected my body. His eyes traversed my body’s landscape first, then his hands took over.

They started at the nape of my neck, sending shiver down my neck, roamed down the valley of my breasts, towards my sex and suddenly he looked back up into my eyes and stood up, towering over me as per usual.

“Ohh.” I gasped, as he threw me down against the bed so that my stomach was pressed against the mattress.

“Ah, ah, shh my little princess.” He whispered.

I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone and once again my core started to warm up, the only difference now was that I was actually dripping wet.

Based on the dark laugh coming from Chris I knew he noticed it as well.

Behind my back I heard Chris whip the belt in the air a few times, and I could only grip the sheets tight and hope that it wouldn’t be too bad. Sure I had sex before, but I’d never actually dealt with this style of it.

His rough hand parted my legs wide apart, and he slowly ran the leather up and down my slit. It was turning me on so intensely I was starting to feel a physical pain.

However, there was also a fear. I was prepared to be whipped and spanked, but I was not ready to be hit there. I also knew one bad experience and I’d most likely never agree to do it again. I had to state my worries.

“Please don’t hit me there, sir.” I whispered.

“I won’t my dear, that would be incredibly irresponsible of me as a dominant.” He replied.

“Thank you.”

His hand went back to the small of my back and pushed me back into position.

“Stay exactly like this, and don’t make a sound, just keep count in your head.” He instructed.

With a nod I agreed, and our adventure continued.

The whoosh of the air was heard as Chris pulled the belt back and before I knew it there was a sharp sting on the back of my thigh.

At first it hurt, but within minutes I was succumbing to pure pleasure that ran from my head to my toes.

This is what I’d craved for all those years, and now I was finally his.

Eventually he got sick of the belt, threw it across the room and flipped me onto my back and pulled me down the bed so that I was closer to his body.

“I was planning on a bit of play first, but based on the fact that you are literally soaking my bed I think you’re ready.” He told me.

“Please, sir.” I whined.

“You naughty little slut.” He snarled, gently biting my neck.

I gasped with pleasure and my back arched upwards, so that I was actually touching Chris’ body.

Within the blink of an eye he was completely naked and his member was throbbing right against my sex.

“Fuck!” I screamed, as he suddenly thrust himself into me.

He didn’t go slow, he continued to pound mercilessly into me, as I screamed from ecstasy.

“That’s right Brooklyn, keep screaming for me.” He grunted.

I finally was able to look up into his eyes and besides from that fierce look of domination I saw care and true passion in his eyes.

At that moment, I knew everything in the universe was okay, at least for that split second.

“Chris, I’m close.” I panted, my legs starting to shake.

“Don’t fucking cum until I say.” He growled, animalistically.

I nodded my head.

He amazing pushed in deeper and faster, and pretty soon I couldn’t hold on.

“Now!”

“Chris!” I screamed, practically shattering every eardrum in hearing distance as my body shook and my insides tightened around him.

When we both finished riding out our highs, I collapsed underneath him both of us panting and clearly out of breath.

“That was amazing, Brooke.” He whispered.

“Thank you sir.” I replied.

We continued to just catch our breath and take in what had just transpired, when suddenly we heard what sounded like the door opening.

“Hey Chris, you forgot your, oh fuck!” Ricky exclaimed, walking into the room.

I panicked, and quickly slid even further beneath Chris so that I was somewhat hidden.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Chris chuckled.

“Yeah, ever heard of emotional trauma.” Ricky retorted back, and shook his head.

“Fuck off already.” Chris groaned.

“No problem.” Ricky laughed, shaking his head and exiting the room.

I started to get up, but Chris quickly pulled me back down onto the couch.

“Ah, did I say we were done?” He questioned me.

I grinned back up at him, and once again wrapped my arms around his shoulders in a tight embrace.

“No, sir.” I whispered.

“Mm-hm, that’s right, want to know why?” He further pressed me.

“Why?” I challenged him.

“Because, you’re fucking mine.” He growled into my ear.

God how those words made me wet.

“I know.” I whispered.

And there was nothing in this world I’d ever want or need more than that.

Notes

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