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“Maybe if you didn’t turn everything into some sick joke, I wouldn’t be so upset!” Christine yelled, stepping forward.
“Enough, Chris,” Felix snapped back, getting in her face. “You don’t even know how to take a joke, never have!”
She huffed, letting out a frustrated groan. The argument had gone on for over half an hour with no resolution, simply a never-ending screaming match between the two of them. Christine crossed her arms, waiting for Felix to give in.
“If you’d take me, or anything else, seriously for once, maybe more people would listen to you,” Christine told him, her voice lower, but still harsh.
Felix stepped closer to her again, his breath on her face as he spoke.
“What do you want from me, Christine?” he asked, his tone menacing, as if he were trying to fuel the argument. “You obviously care enough to sit here and whine about it. What do you want?” He repeated his question, this time more slowly.
Christine didn’t respond immediately. She kept her arms tight against her chest, but locked her eyes with his own. She let out a long, loud sigh before speaking again.
“Sit down, Felix,” she said, ordering him by motioning towards the couch.
He kept his arms crossed as she did, sitting on the cushions, still looking visibly irritated. His eyes were still focused on her, but they wandered to the rest of her body, as did his thoughts. He hated when she controlled him, simply because it always worked. It always made him give into her, every single time, without fail.
“Not gonna work this time, Chris,” he said, but he knew it would.
“Let’s try something different,” she told him, moving forward to stand between his legs. “You tell me why you’ve been in such a shitty mood lately, worse than usual. And you’re honest this time. No hiding behind some cocky comeback or another joke.”
“Pfft, okay,” Felix half-smiled, rolling his eyes. “And what’s in it for you?”
“The satisfaction of watching you give in to me…,” she grinned, reaching out to touch his face. “...seeing you vulnerable.”
Felix sighed, jumping at her cold hand on his cheek. Her hands were soft, gentle, even. But he knew she was right. He would do anything she asked once she got under his skin, and she always knew just how to do it. Felix leaned his head into her hand, closing his eyes for a split second, then shifting the focus back to the argument.
"No surprise there, Pom,” he whispered, attempting to act as though he was in control, but he looked like a pathetic puppy looking up at her. He reached up and wrapped his hand around her arm, keeping her from moving. "You’ve always loved being in control, haven’t you? I always said a position of power suited you, didn’t I?"
Christine didn't flinch. She didn’t give in. Instead, she leaned in, kissing him gently on the lips, then biting carefully before pulling away. She felt him melt under her touch, a physical surrender.
"I do love being in control,” she replied. “But it just makes it so much better watching you pretend you hate it.”
She ran her thumb over his face, then over his lower lip, dragging it down just enough to reveal his teeth. He let out a low, quiet moan that almost sounded like a growl, under his breath.
“Tell me, bunny,” she leaned closer to him. “I want to know why you’re so terrified of being real with me that you’d rather pick a fight than admit you're wrong."
Her breath against his neck gave him goosebumps. Felix involuntarily tilted his head to the side to give her better access, feeling her tongue on his skin, followed by her teeth. Her biting almost stung, but felt like relief.
“Or is it just because you know this is how you’ll end up every time? At my mercy, free to do whatever I want with you,” she said, grabbing him by the chin and tilting his face up to look at her.
Felix let out a quiet laugh, but his voice was shaky. "You think because you've got me sitting here, you’ve won. Is that right?”
She’s won. She wins every time.
He reached up to grab the collar of her shirt, tugging her forward and forcing her to stumble just against him. "Being 'honest' with you is a dangerous game, Christine. You think you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, but you’re dead wrong.”
She did. She was right.
"Try me," she challenged, her eyes dropping to his mouth.
Felix lunged forward, his lips hitting hers forcefully. He attempted to stand, gripping onto her greedily, but Christine shoved against his chest, pushing him back to the couch. He struggled to catch his breath, looking up at her in defeat.
“Giving up so soon?” she asked, watching a smirk form on his face again.
“C’mon, Chris,” he grinned. “Be a good girl and just give in.”
Christine laughed, dropping to her knees, Felix’s erection visible through his pants.
“Like this?” she asked, pretending to be submissive. She looked up at him and fluttered her eyelashes, as if to mock him.
She grabbed the waistline of his pants, rubbing her thumb along the seam of his jeans, Felix’s cheeks becoming flushed. His breath hitched, and he was unable to speak, gathering his thoughts and trying to keep his cool.
“You’re cruel,” he finally managed, his voice raspy.
“Cruel?” she asked, tilting her head as if she were confused. “You told me to give in, pretty boy.”
She slowly began to undo the button of his jeans, taking her time just to torture him as long as she could. Felix’s head hit the back of the couch, giving in completely as he felt the cool air hitting his skin. Christine pulled his underwear down, her small hand wrapping around his dick. He groaned at her touch, gripping the couch cushions and balling his hands into fists.
“Look at me, Felix,” she said, his breath shaky.
He obeyed immediately, his eyes glossed over with pure lust.
She kept eye contact, watching him take a deep breath as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. Christine kept her gaze locked on him, taking note of the way his pupils dilated when she did something he liked. She sucked gently on the tip before taking him into her mouth entirely. The sound he made was loud, yet almost angelic to her. He grabbed her hair, finding a grip with his fingers entwined in her dark strands.
“Pomni,” he groaned, his eyes shut tightly.
The sound of his raw voice was all she needed. He didn't call her by her name, but instead used the name that felt like a kept secret between them, a surrender. Christine didn’t stop. She moved faster, watching him lose his composure completely with every movement. His eyes fluttered as he struggled to keep them open, failing miserably every time.
“Enough,” he whined, but she continued. “Christine.”
He pushed her head back, moving her away from him just before he finished.
“Let me fuck you,” he said, his voice pathetic and needy. “Please.”
She didn’t answer. Christine stood to her feet, motioning for him to stay sitting on the couch, as she began to undress herself, so painfully slow that Felix almost started to cry. She removed her shirt, his eyes locking on her chest. She was wearing a dark purple bra, just see-through enough for him to get a glimpse of her nipples. She watched a tear run down his face as she removed her pants, then her underwear, tossing them aside.
“Can I please-”
“Shut up, Felix,” she cut him off. “You’re so impatient.”
She stepped into the next room, leaving him a whiny mess on the couch, waiting for her. When she returned, she was carrying a pink strap-on, adjusting it around her waist. Felix’s eyes widened, a mix of both fear and excitement.
“You can fuck me,” she said, tightening the final strap on her hips. “After I fuck you.”
“Yeah, right,” he said, his cocky persona attempting to return, but he was already adjusting himself into the position she wanted him in.
“I’ll be gentle,” she said, smiling as she had full control over him.
She pushed him onto his stomach against the cushions of the couch, her small hand on his back as she lined herself up. She grabbed the small bottle of lube from the side table, the click of the cap making Felix gulp.
“Calm down, I know this isn’t the first time you’ve done anal,” she teased.
“How the hell would you know that?” he asked, turning his head slightly to look at her.
“Hands behind your back,” she ordered, holding them down by his wrists as she slowly pushed into him.
“Fuck!” he groaned, his voice muffled by the fabric of the couch.
She didn't rush, hearing him groan under his breath as she moved. She wanted him to feel every last inch of her claim on him, letting him adjust, then moving again. He let out a sharp breath as she bottomed out in him, the pleasure overwhelming. He balled his fists, her grip tightening on him as she began to move slowly.
"I hate you," he whispered, followed by a loud moan.
“Liar,” she replied, kissing him on the back of his shoulder as she continued.
Her rhythm was steady but dominant, driven by the sound of his begging and his muffled moans. She kept his hands pressed against his own back, moving faster every time he became quiet, forcing him to let out another loud cry.
“Good boy, Jax,” she praised. “Taking me so well.”
She could tell he was nearing his breaking point, his legs shaking and his movements becoming more desperate against her. Christine pulled out quickly, watching his body go limp as he returned his hands to his face, wiping sweat from his own skin. She let him catch his breath, waiting until he felt like moving again before she spoke.
“Now,” she told him, brushing his hair away from his face as he sat up, “I’m yours.”
Felix didn’t waste any time. He gripped her hard, slamming her against the couch. He wrapped one hand around her throat, using the other to deliver a harsh slap to her face.
“That’s for making me feel vulnerable and stupid, Chris,” he said, spitting on her chest.
“Maybe this is what I wanted,” she said, aching for him to continue. “I just like to watch you break.”
Felix huffed, spitting again, this time on her pussy before shoving a finger inside of her with no warning. Christine moaned, feeling him fuck her with his fingers, adding another, using his thumb to rub her clit. His eyeliner smeared down his face, but he was towering over her with a satisfied look on his face, like he finally felt in control. He pulled out his fingers, delivering another sharp slap to her pussy, then lined up his dick with her opening. He thrust into her, forcing her to take him all at once while sticking his fingers in her mouth, letting her taste her own arousal.
“Take it, Pomni,” he spat, shoving his fingers farther down her throat as he fucked her.
His thrusts were messy and desperate. Christine moaned his name, following with a mix of begging and screaming that he couldn’t make out. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, trailing strings of saliva down her chin. Felix pinned her hands above her head, anchoring her to the couch as he drove into her. The rhythm was harsh and punishing, making sure she knew who was in control now. Every time his hips slammed against hers, she let out a loud, sharp noise that echoed through the room. She threw her head back, unable to move from his grip.
"Say my name, Chris," he said. “Tell me who owns you.”
She tried to speak, barely forming words. She knew exactly what name he wanted to hear.
"Jax," she gasped, moaning loudly. “Jax!”
He shifted his grip, keeping one hand on her wrists and the other on her waist, his thumb finding her clit again.
“You wanted this,” he reminded her. “Is this real enough for you?"
He was close, but still managed to make her finish before he did. He let go of her wrists, allowing her to grab onto him as she came. She dug her nails into his back, leaving scratch marks, and bit into his shoulder to muffle her moans. His hands slid down to her waist to pull her closer, burying himself as deep as he could go, finally finishing inside of her. Neither of them moved for a moment, fighting to catch their breath before finally collapsing next to one another. The two lay in silence for a while before Christine finally spoke up.
“Next time instead of yelling, just get straight to the point and fuck me,” she teased, giggling as she moved her head to his chest,
“Could say the same for you,” he said, smiling. “And for the record, I have done anal.”
“I fucking knew it.”