Chapter 2: Falling
It's been a month since Chris struck that deal with Bella. He had finally mended his relationship with Sam, thankfully, the two continuing their relationship where it left off mostly.
Unfortunately that meant servicing Bella daily. 2, 3 times a day he would be on his knees behind the bleachers, or in a desolate hallway, or in the back corner of the library, sucking her cock until she blew a fat load down his throat. She usually saved claiming his ass for back at her apartment but not always.
The worst part was that he was beginning to anticipate it, getting a text from her to meet her in her car, or when she sent a selfie to him naked in the bathroom with only the message 'come'. He would get hard thinking about it. And when she wanted anal, he just couldn't hold in his, frankly girlie moans anymore when she pounded his prostate.
He reasoned with himself that it was for Sam and his sake, for their relationship. But that didn't account for when he would meet Bella's thrusts when she took him from behind, or when he would deep throat her cock without her prompting it.
Worse is when he found himself jerking off in the shower, thinking about Bella, not Sam. It twisted his guts every time he thought about it. He felt like a traitor, a whore, and worst of all, he felt like he liked it.
Chris tried to hide it from Sam, but it was getting harder and harder to keep up the facade. He could see the concern in her eyes, the way she would look at him sometimes like she knew something was wrong. But he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth. He was too ashamed, too afraid of losing her.
One evening, Chris was walking back from class, lost in thought. Bella hadn't contacted him at all today, which was rare, she usually always took his mouth in the morning. More rare she didn't send him a text to meet up at lunch.
He felt a pang of unease, but he shook it off. Maybe she was just busy, or maybe she was finally giving him a break. He couldn't let himself hope for the latter, though. He knew Bella too well.
As he rounded a corner, he saw Samantha sitting on a bench, her head bent over a book. He quickened his pace, a smile spreading across his face. It had been too long since he had seen her, and he missed her.
"Hey," he said, sitting down beside her. She looked up, her eyes lighting up with a smile.
"Hey, yourself.
I haven't seen you around much lately," Samantha said, her voice soft and concerned. "Everything okay?"
Chris forced a smile, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "Yeah, just been busy with classes. How about you? How's cheerleading going?"
Samantha sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "It's fine. I mean, it's cheerleading, it's not exactly rocket science. But it keeps me busy, I guess."
Chris nodded, but his mind wasn't on cheerleading. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his stomach. They hung out for an hour until they said their goodbyes. He had a evening class that night he had to get to, he debated texting Bella himself. He knew she also had night classes, most of her classes that semester were at night, sucks to be an engineering student he supposed.
He decided to text Bella again, this time just letting her know that he was free that evening.
"What's up?" came the reply from Bella, a few minutes later.
"Nothing much, just finished hanging out with Sam. What's up with you today? You're pretty quiet." Chris wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer, but he needed to know.
"Missing my cock already? Not to worry you but some things are going to be changing between us. We'll talk later." Bella replied, and the conversation ended there.
Chris felt a shiver of apprehension run down his spine. Not to worry him? What the hell did that mean? He tried to shake off the unease, telling himself that Bella was just being dramatic as usual. But deep down, he knew something was off.
He arrived at his evening class, his mind still racing. He couldn't concentrate on the lecture, his eyes drifting to the clock on the wall every few minutes, waiting for the class to end so he could finally talk to Bella.
When the class finally ended, he practically ran to his car, his heart pounding in his chest.
He started the engine and sped towards Bella's apartment, his mind racing. What the hell did she mean by "some things are going to be changing"? Was she finally going to let him off the hook? Or was she planning something even worse?
He pulled up to Bella's apartment complex and rushed up the stairs to her door. He knocked, his heart pounding in his chest. After a moment, the door swung open, and Bella stood there, a wicked smile on her face.
"Come in," she said, stepping aside to let him pass.
Chris stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room nervously.
Bella had her usual smirk on her face, but there was something different about her. Something in her eyes that made his heart pound even faster.
"You wanted to talk?" Chris asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bella nodded, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down Chris's spine. "Yes, I did. Sit down."
Chris did as he was told, perching on the edge of the couch, his eyes never leaving Bella's face. She walked over to the bar, pouring herself a drink before turning to face him.
"Do you want one?" she asked, holding up the bottle of whiskey.
Chris shook his head, his eyes still fixed on Bella. He could feel the tension in the room, could feel the anticipation of whatever she was about to say.
Bella took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Chris. "You've been a good little bitch," she said, her voice soft and low. "You've done everything I've asked of you, and you've done it well. Ive decided to not go after Sam anymore, so our little arrangement is not necessary anymore."
Chris' heart seized in his chest, his eyes widening in shock. "You, you want to end things?" he should be ecstatic, relieved, but what he felt what disappointmant.
It was hard to explain the emotions swirling inside him. He'd endured so much for Sam, and now, it was all over?
"That's... that's great news," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper. He felt a lump forming in his throat, a strange mix of relief and loss.
Bella raised an eyebrow, her gaze piercing through him. "It's not what you expected, is it?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Chris shook his head, his eyes meeting hers. "No," he admitted. "I thought...
I don't know what I thought," Chris confessed, his voice barely audible. He looked down at the floor, unable to meet Bella's gaze.
Bella stepped closer, her boots clicking on the hardwood floor. She tipped Chris's chin up with her finger, forcing him to look at her. "You thought you'd have to keep serving me, didn't you?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
Chris nodded, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. "I...
I did," Chris admitted, his voice barely a whisper. He couldn't hide the truth from Bella, not anymore. She saw right through him, always had. He looked away, unable to meet her gaze, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air between them.
Bella chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Chris's spine. "You're such a good little bitch, aren't you?" she said, her voice laced with sadistic glee. "You were looking forward to serving me, weren't you?
To feeling my cock in your mouth, or your ass. You were enjoying it, Chris. Admit it."
Chris's face flushed a deeper shade of red, his eyes darting to the floor. He couldn't deny it, not anymore. The truth was written all over his face, and Bella saw right through him.
"Yes," he whispered, the word barely audible. He felt a surge of humiliation and acceptance wash over him, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.
Bella smirked, her eyes glinting with a cruel, triumphant light.
"I knew it," she said, her voice a low purr. "I knew you were enjoying this. I could see it in your eyes, feel it in the way your body responded to me. You're a natural little slut, aren't you, Chris?"
Chris's eyes widened at the harsh words, and he swallowed hard, trying to push down the nausea that was rising in his stomach. He knew she was right, knew that he had been enjoying it, but hearing her say it out loud made him feel sick.
"I suppose if you really wanted to continue, I could be convinced."
Bella's voice was a low, dangerous purr, her eyes like chips of ice as she looked down at Chris.
Chris's body tensed, his mind racing. This wasn't what he expected. He had thought Bella was going to release him from their arrangement, but now it seemed she was offering to continue it. But on her terms.
"What do you mean?"
Bella took a step closer, her boots clicking on the hardwood floor. She reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Chris's ear. Her touch was gentle, almost tender, but her eyes were anything but.
"You could continue to be my little bitch, of your own volition," Bella explained, her voice a low murmur. "No more threats against Sam, no more blackmail. Just you and me, because you actually want it."
Chris's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with a thousand different thoughts and emotions. A part of him recoiled at the thought, at the idea of continuing this twisted relationship of theirs. But another part of him... a darker part... thrilled at the thought of being with Bella, of feeling her touch, her cock inside him.
He swallowed hard, his eyes meeting hers, his heart pounding in his chest. "I don't know what to say," he admitted.
"You don't have to say anything, you just have to kneel."
Bella's voice was low and commanding, her eyes flashing with a dark lust that sent a shiver down Chris's spine. She walked over to the bed and sat down, patting her lap in a clear invitation.
Chris hesitated, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. But he also knew that he couldn't deny Bella forever. He had to see this through, had to find out where this twisted journey would take him.
Slowly, he stood up and walked over to the bed. He knelt down in front of Bella, his eyes locked onto hers. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
"You're mine now, Chris. Not because of blackmail or threats, but because you want it. Because you need it."
Chris hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, but ultimately, he knew she was right. He wanted this, needed this, in a way that both terrified and exhilarated him. He took a deep breath and leaned in, pressing his nose to her conceiled cock. He began unbuckling her belt.
He felt a thrill of anticipation and fear coursing through him as he did so. He was acting of his own free will, not coerced to do it. He undid her pants and they fell to the floor with a soft thud. Bella was now only in her black lace thong and her boots. Chris looked up at her, meeting her gaze.
"Good boy," she said, her voice a low purr. "Now take off my panties."
Chris hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to the bulge in her thong. He had seen it before, of course, but it still sent a shiver of apprehension down his spine.
Bella's cock was already half-hard, the tip leaking precum, visible through the thin black lace of her thong. He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid them down her hips.
Bella lifted her hips slightly to help, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Chris peeled the last of her clothing away, leaving her naked except for her boots and the collar around her neck.
Chris looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in their depths. Bella smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruelty and lust.
"You know what to do with it."
Chris hesitated for a moment, his mind a warzone of fear, desire, and shame. But he knew he couldn't deny her, not anymore. He leaned in, his nose brushing against her wet, swollen flesh. He could smell her arousal, a musky scent that sent a shiver down his spine. His own cock twitched in his pants, betraying his body's response to her.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick her cock from base to tip.
He tasted her, the salt and musk of her arousal coating his tongue. Bella hissed, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. He did it again, this time taking his time, savoring the taste of her.
"That's it, you little slut," Bella muttered, her voice a low growl. "Lick that cock like you mean it. Show me how much you want it."
Chris moaned, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure through Bella. She fisted her hands in his hair, her grip tightening as he continued to lick and suck on her cock.
She began to move her hips, fucking his face, her cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He gagged slightly, but she didn't stop, just shoved deeper into his throat.
"Take it all, you little cocksucker," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "Take every fucking inch of my cock down your throat."
Chris tried his best to comply, relaxing his throat and taking her deeper. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, only focus on the sensation of her cock filling his mouth, his throat. It was degrading, humiliating, and he loved every fucking second of it.
He gagged again, spit and pre-cum dribbling down his chin as Bella's cock pounded his throat like a jackhammer. He could feel her cockhead hitting the back of his throat, could taste the salt of her sweat mixed with her musky arousal.
Bella's grip on his hair tightened, her hips pistoning in and out, fucking his face with brutal, primal ferocity. "God, fuck, yes," she snarled, her voice a harsh, guttural growl. "You take cock so fucking well, my little slut. You were made for this, weren't you?
My little slutty cockslut. Take it all, take every fucking inch."
Chris could feel the tears streaming down his face, his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe. His body convulsed, his gag reflex triggering as Bella's cock hit the back of his throat. He felt like he was going to pass out, like his brain was being starved of oxygen. But Bella didn't stop, didn't slow down. She just kept fucking his face, her hips slamming into him with brutal, relentless force.
Chris's body convulsed and bucked, his knees digging into the hardwood floor as he struggled to take her cock. He could feel the tips of his fingers going numb from her grip on his hair, but she didn't let up, didn't slow down. She just kept fucking his face like a wild animal, her hips slamming into him with a savage, bestial rhythm.
"Fuck," she cursed, her voice a low, guttural snarl. "Look at you, my little slut. You love taking my cock down your throat, don't you?
You love serving me. You love being my little fucktoy, don't you?" Bella's voice was a harsh, guttural growl, her hips slamming into him with brutal, relentless force. Her cock was a slick, throbbing beast, swollen and hard as steel. It was all Chris could do to take it, to breathe through the pain and the pleasure, the humiliation and the exhilaration.
He tried to nod, but Bella's grip on his hair was too tight, too unyielding. So instead, he moaned around her cock, a low, guttural sound that sent another shiver of pleasure through her.
"What would your girlfriend say
if she could see you now, Chris? Would she be proud of her little slut? Or would she be disgusted?" Bella taunted, her hips still thrusting her cock in and out of Chris's mouth.
Chris tried to respond, to tell her to shut the fuck up, but all that came out was an incoherent mumble. He felt tears sting his eyes, not just from the gagging and the lack of oxygen, but from the harsh words. He knew she was just trying to get a rise out of him, to make him feel even more humiliated, but it still cut deep.
He could picture Sam's face, the look of horror and betrayal. He could picture her walking away, disgusted and heartbroken.
Bella continued her relentless assault on his throat, her cock pounding in and out with a brutal, merciless rhythm. Chris could feel his own cock throbbing in his pants, betraying his body's response to the humiliation and the degradation.
"Fuck," he whimpered around Bella's cock, the word muffled and barely audible. He felt another tear slip down his cheek, mingling with the spit and the pre-cum dripping from his chin.
Bella's hips continued their brutal pace, her cock sliding in and out of his mouth with a wet, sloppy sound.
"Answer me, slut," Bella snarled, her voice thick with lust and cruelty. "What would your precious little Samantha say if she could see you now? Would she like what she sees? Would she like to see her boyfriend on his knees, taking my cock like a good little bitch?"
Chris tried to shake his head, but Bella's grip on his hair was too tight. He whimpered again, the sound muffled by her cock.
He felt his eyes roll back in his head as another wave of pleasure-pain washed over him. Bella was merciless, her hips slamming into him with raw, animalistic force.
"You wish you could say no, don't you?" Bella hissed, her voice a low growl. "But you can't, can you? You're mine now, Chris. Mine to use and abuse. Mine to fuck and humiliate."
Chris moaned again, the sound high-pitched and desperate. He felt his body trembling, his muscles tensing and relaxing in time with Bella's thrusts.
He was in a state of pure, unadulterated submission, his body and mind surrendering completely to her will. He was her toy, her plaything, and he loved every humiliating, degrading second of it.
Bella released one of his hands and reached down to grab his cock, stroking it roughly through his jeans. "You like this, don't you, you little cockslut?" she growled, her voice thick with lust and contempt. "You like being used, don't you? You like being my dirty little fucktoy."
Chris moaned around her cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her.
Bella's grip on his hair tightened, her nails digging into his scalp. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, straining against the denim of his jeans.
"That's right, you little whore," she hissed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You love this, don't you?
Chris tried to respond, but all that came out was a muffled moan. Bella could feel his body trembling, his muscles tensing and releasing in time with her thrusts.
She knew he was close, could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, desperate for release. But she wasn't going to let him come yet. Not until she was ready.
She pulled her hips back, her cock sliding out of his throat with a wet, obscene sound. Chris gasped for air, his chest heaving as he fought to fill his lungs. Bella could see the tears streaming down his face, the snot and spit dripping from his chin. He was a mess, utterly degraded and humiliated. And he looked fucking beautiful.
His face was flushed and sweaty, his eyes streaming with tears, his lips swollen and bruised from being stretched around her cock. Bella ran her thumb over his bottom lip, smearing precum and saliva onto his skin.
"You look like such a dirty little whore, Chris," she purred, her voice low and throaty. "I bet Sam would love to see you like this."
Chris whimpered, shaking his head slightly. Bella just chuckled, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him up to his knees.
"But she's not here, is she?" Bella continued, her voice laced with cruelty.
"And neither is she here to see what a little cocksucking slut you've become, is she? Too bad, because I'm sure she'd absolutely love it. I bet she'd get off on seeing her precious little boyfriend on his knees, gagging and choking on my fat fucking cock."
Chris whimpered, his eyes meeting Bella's gaze. He could feel the tears streaming down his face, the mucus and spit dripping from his chin. And he knew Bella was right. Sam would be disgusted if she saw him now.
He knew that. But there was something about the way Bella talked about it, the way she looked at him, that sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. He could picture it, could picture Sam watching him, her eyes wide with shock and horror as she saw him on his knees, his face red and bruised, his mouth filled with Bella's cock. He could picture her looking away, disgusted and heartbroken. And he could picture her walking away, leaving him there, leaving him to serve Bella like the little slut he was.
The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants.
He was fucking ashamed of himself, ashamed of the way his body responded to Bella's words, to her touch. But he couldn't deny it anymore. He loved this. He loved being her little slut, her dirty little fucktoy. "You're getting hard thinking about it, aren't you, you little whore?" she asked, her voice laced with cruelty and amusement.
Chris whimpered, his eyes locked onto Bella's. "Some boyfriend you are, getting off on sucking your bully's fat futa cock."
Bella smirked, her voice cold and cruel as she circled Chris like a predator, her eyes never leaving him.
Chris looked down, shame coloring his cheeks. He knew she was right, even if he didn't want to admit it. He was hard, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans, anticipating the depravity that was to come. He couldn't deny the thrill of perverse pleasure that coursed through him at the thought of Bella using him, of serving her like the little slut he was.
Bella grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her.
"Don't look away, slut. Look me in the eyes while I use you."
Chris nodded, his eyes locked onto Bella's as she circled him like a predator. He could see the cruelty in her eyes, the lust and the sadistic glee. He knew she was going to use him, knew she was going to make him suffer. And he wanted it, craved it with every fiber of his being.
Bella smiled, a wicked, cruel smile that sent a shiver down Chris's spine. "Good boy," she purred, her voice low and dangerous. "From now on, if want this cock, you're gonna have to beg for it."
Bella's voice was a low, husky growl, her eyes gleaming with a dark, predatory light. She reached down, grabbing a handful of Chris's hair and forcing him to his knees.
Chris hesitated for a moment, but he knew better than to disobey Bella. He knew the consequences, the pain and the humiliation that would follow. He swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto Bella's cock, glistening with precum and saliva.
"Please," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt a shiver of shame and anticipation wash over him as he begged.
He had never been more debased, more humiliated, and he knew it would only get worse. But he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at the thought of serving Bella, of being her little slut. She pushed Chris's head down, forcing him to take her cock into his mouth. He opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the head of her cock, tasting the salty, musky flavor of her arousal.
"That's it, whore," Bella hissed, her voice thick with desire.
"Take that cock like a good little cocksucker."
Chris made a muffled sound of submission, his eyes watering as he tried to take her cock deeper. He could feel her hips moving, her cock sliding in and out of his mouth with a wet, sloppy sound. His jaw ached, his throat burned, but he didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing Bella, making her happy.
He let out a low moan, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure through Bella. She groaned, her hips moving faster, her cock fucking his mouth with brutal, relentless force.
"Fuck, Chris, you're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you? Take it all, slut. Take every fucking inch of my cock down your throat."
She pulled out suddenly, her cock gleaming with spit and precum. Chris gasped for air, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. Bella slid her cock along his cheek, leaving a trail of precum and spit.
"Look at you, you fucking slut," she growled, her voice thick with lust and contempt. "You're a mess, aren't you? Covered in my spit and precum.
You're pathetic, Chris. A pathetic little slut who loves having my cock in his mouth."
Chris whimpered, his eyes watering from the harsh words and the lack of oxygen, but he couldn't deny the thrill they sent through him. He loved being called a slut, loved being degraded by Bella. It made him feel alive, made him feel wanted.
"Please, Bella," he begged, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, let me take your cock again. I want it, I need it." Chris begged, his eyes locked onto Bella's. "Please, let me have your cock again."
A cruel smile spread across Bella's face. She grabbed Chris's face with both hands, her thumbs caressing the tears that streamed down his cheeks. "You want it, huh? You need it, whore?" she asked, her voice mocking and amused.
Chris nodded frantically, his eyes pleading with her. "Yes, please. I need it."
Bella chuckled, low and dark. "Fucking pathetic," she spat.
"But I suppose I can be lenient. Stand up, cunt."
Chris quickly stood, his body aching and trembling. Bella pushed him until he was standing before the bed. She slapped his ass, hard enough to leave a stinging mark. "Bend over."
Chris obeyed, bending at the waist and placing his hands on the mattress. Bella circled him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She ran her hands over his body, gripping his hips before giving his ass another sharp smack.
"You like that, don't you? You little pain slut," she growled.
"You fucking love it when I hit you, don't you?"
Chris bit his lip, stifling a moan as her hand connected with his ass again. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Bella's other hand came down on his other cheek, harder this time, leaving a bright red handprint. Chris moaned, his hips automatically pushing back against the sting.
"Fuck, I knew you were a little masochist," Bella hissed, her breath hot on his ear.
Chris felt another smack, this time on the tender skin of his inner thighs, and he gasped. He loved the pain, the sting of her palm against his flesh, but he knew she wouldn't stop there.
"Now, let's see how well you can take my cock in that tight little ass of yours," Bella said, her voice low and dangerous. Chris felt a shiver of anticipation and fear run down his spine. He braced himself as he felt Bella's cold, slick fingers probing his entrance, coating him in lube. He gritted his teeth as she pushed one finger inside, stretching him slowly.
He could feel the cold lube spreading, the burn as she worked another finger inside him. He could hear her chuckle, low and dark, as she began to finger-fuck him, scissoring her fingers to stretch him further.
"You're so fucking tight, Chris," she growled, her voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to fill this tight little ass with my cock."
Chris moaned, the sound muffled by his face pressing against the mattress. He pushed back against her fingers, wanting more, needing more. He could feel his cock throbbing against the mattress, desperate for release.
"From now on, you refer to me as mistress."
Bella's voice was a low, dangerous purr as she added a third finger, stretching Chris further. He gasped, his hips pushing back against the intrusion. He could feel the burn, the uncomfortable stretch, but he knew it was preparation for what was to come.
"Yes, mistress," he panted, his body trembling with the effort of staying still.
"Good boy," Bella praised, her voice thick with lust. "Now, I want you to push back against my fingers. Open that little asshole for me."
Chris did as he was told, pushing back against Bella's fingers.
He could feel the burn, the stretch, but he was determined to take all of her. He wanted to please her, to make her happy. He grunted and panted, his body trembling as she worked her fingers in and out, scissoring them wider and wider.
"That's it, slut," Bella growled, her voice thick with desire. "Take my fingers like a good little whore. Show me how much you want my cock in your ass."
Chris whimpered, his body squirming as Bella continued to stretch him. He could feel sweat dripping down his back, his body tensing and relaxing as she prepared him.