August 6th, 2024
9:31 AM
Tarzana, CA

The next day, I woke up, and for some reason, the first thing I did was grab my phone. Still half-asleep, I scrolled through notifications, my mind slowly catching up to reality. Texts, emails, and a few missed calls—it was chaos. But what caught my eye were the headlines. The news had broken.

Chris Brown Ties the Knot in Secret Wedding!

Exclusive: Chris Brown's Surprise Marriage to Long-Time Girlfriend Chanel Bowman!

Fans React to Chris Brown's Unexpected Wedding—Who is Chanel Bowman?

Chris Brown's Wife Revealed! Everything We Know About Chanel Bowman

Inside Chris Brown's Private Vegas Wedding: All the Details You Missed!

My heart skipped a beat. The news was everywhere. Social media, blogs, entertainment outlets—it seemed like the entire world knew about us now.

I sat up in bed, my stomach twisting with anxiety. I knew this day was coming, but seeing it plastered across every platform made it feel so real. Too real. The notifications kept coming in—messages from friends, family, and even people I hadn't heard from in years. I could already feel the weight of the public's eyes on us.

Just then, Chris rolled over beside me, groaning as he squinted at his phone. "What's wrong?" he asked, still groggy.

I handed him my phone, not saying a word. He took one look at the screen and let out a deep sigh. "Damn...you know they don't waste time."

I shook my head, feeling the nerves start to creep in. "I don't know if I'm ready for all this attention, Chris."

He sat up, putting his arm around me. "Well, get ready."

I nodded, leaning into him. "I just hope people can be respectful about it."

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. "Babe, this is the internet we're talking about. Don't count on it. But look—we got married for us, not for them. Let them talk all they want. I only care about what you say and the same goes for you."

I appreciated his reassurance, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The spotlight was something I never wanted, but now, there was no turning back.

As Chris kissed the top of my head, I closed my eyes, trying to find some calm in the storm that had just begun. The world outside was loud, but here in the quiet of our room, it was just the two of us. I opened my phone again, scrolling through more headlines.

Chris Brown Marries Chanel Bowman: Fans Are Shocked!

Private Vegas Wedding of Chris Brown—Who Is His Mystery Bride?

Chris Brown's Secret Marriage: Why He Kept His Relationship Under Wraps

Chanel Bowman: The Woman Who Stole Chris Brown's Heart

Each headline seemed more overwhelming than the last, and a pit formed in my stomach. The spotlight I had avoided for years was now shining directly on me, and there was nothing I could do to hide from it. I felt my chest tighten, anxiety bubbling up, but Chris's steady presence beside me kept me grounded.

Chris took my phone out of my hand and threw it on the bed away from us.

"I don't want you to worry about all of that though. I want the off season Chanel back."

I laugh, "Ohh...you want that?"

"Yeah... I need that." he said, moving in closer, his lips brushing against my neck, sending a familiar shiver down my spine.

"I'll think about it." I teased, not wanting to give in too easily. It's the perfect distraction though.

He leaned back on the bed, resting one arm behind his head as he relaxed. "You know, being here with you just doesn't feel right."

I turned my head toward him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'm saying, I bought that house in Vegas... I think that should be our main residence."

My heart skipped a beat, and I sat up slightly, propping myself on my elbow. "You're serious?"

"Yeah." he said, his tone soft but certain. "LA is cool, but Vegas... It's where we started something new. Remember, it was there, many years ago that I asked you on our first date."

I smiled remembering that night. I completely forgot we were in Vegas when that took place.

Chris continues, "It feels like a fresh start. I want that with you. I know you don't like the idea but I was really thinking about us when I bought it." He said. "We can go back and forth. But I want our home to be somewhere we can just... breathe, without everyone in our business." He reached for my hand, his eyes softening. "I just think it's time for a change. Let's get out of LA."

I stared at him for a moment, considering it. Vegas. I never imagined living there, but the way he was looking at me made it hard to say no. Maybe a fresh start wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Okay..." I said.

"Really?" He said excitedly.

"Yes. Honestly, Chris, whatever makes you comfortable and happy, I'm with. So if you want to move to Vegas full time, we can."

"That's why I love you. You're always thinking about me and what I want."

"And you do the same for me, which is why this works. We put each other first. A lot of people can't do that." I said. "When do you wanna go?"

"I think we should put a few suitcases in the Maybach, just shit we need and just go. We can come back for stuff whenever."

"You wanna drive to Vegas?" I asked

"Remember the last time we drove to Vegas?" Chris smiled.

I laughed. "What was meant to be 4 ½ hours turned into a 7 hour drive because you wanted to keep stopping to have sex."

He just laughed.

"Memories." He said with a big smile on his face. He looked as if he was reminiscing. "You down?" He asked.

"Of course." I said as I climbed on top of him, straddling him.

Chris's hands tightened on my hips, pulling me even closer as I straddled him. His eyes darkened with that familiar playful spark, the one that always sent chills down my spine.

"Good." he said, his voice low and thick with lust, his gaze never leaving mine. That mischievous smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

I could feel the heat between us rising, the tension growing as his grip on me tightened, fingers pressing into my skin. His eyes locked onto mine, daring me to make the next move. I smirked, leaning down so our faces were only inches apart.

"You've got that look in your eyes..." I teased, running my fingers through his hair, settling both hands between his head and neck, resting on his shoulders.

"You already know what's on my mind. Especially when you hold me like this." he said, his voice husky, his lips hovering close to mine. "Fucking me like this..."

Before I could respond, he pulled me down into a deep, passionate kiss. His lips moved against mine with a hunger that made my heart race, every touch, every movement sending a wave of heat through my body. I melted into him, completely lost in the moment.

Then I thought about what he said. He wants the off season Chanel. So I guess that's what I gotta give him.

I pulled away from the kiss, slowly moved my hands from the back of his head to his neck and I squeezed with both of my hands.

"Aww fuck!" He said.

I smirked, watching his reaction as I tightened my grip around his neck. His eyes fluttered closed, and his body tensed beneath mine, the low growl of pleasure escaping his lips only fueling my desire.

"You like that?" I whispered, leaning down so my lips brushed his ear, my voice teasing him.

Chris exhaled deeply, his grip on my hips tightening even more as he shifted beneath me. "You know I do..." he muttered, his voice strained with anticipation and need.

I could feel the intensity between us heighten, every touch, every breath pulling us deeper into the moment. My hands remained firm around his neck, his body responding to my every move. His chest rose and fell faster, his eyes opening just enough to meet mine again, filled with lust and hunger.

"You wanted Mommy Chanel." I teased again, moving my hips against him slowly. "Here I am."

Chris's hands roamed up and down my thighs, his breathing ragged. "Tell me what you want." He groaned in response, his hands gripping me tighter, pulling me closer.

I get off of him and prop myself up on the headboard. "Stand at the foot of the bed and get naked." I said, crossing my legs.

Chris quickly made his way out of bed and stood at the foot of the bed. He quickly started removing his clothes.

I watched him, my eyes never leaving him as he quickly stripped down, piece by piece. The hunger in his eyes deepened with every second, and I could see the desire written all over his face as he stood there, completely bare, waiting for my next command.

"Good booooy." I purred, leaning back further into the headboard, letting my gaze roam over his body. He looked like he was barely holding it together, his hands clenched at his sides as he stood there under my scrutiny. He bit his bottom lip and his tattooed arms flexed as he awaited the next command. His dick stood straight out, hard as cement. I could see the tension in his muscles, the need to touch me. His breathing was shallow, eyes dark and full of want, but he remained perfectly still, waiting for my permission.

I dragged my gaze over him slowly, taking my time, savoring the power I held in that moment. The way his chest rose and fell, the way his jaw clenched—he was holding back, waiting for me to give the word.

"Turn around." I commanded, curious to see just how far I could push him.

Without hesitation, Chris turned, showing off the full strength of his body, every muscle taut and ready. I let out a quiet hum of approval, watching the tension in his back as he obeyed my every word.

"Good boy." I whispered again.

Chris's body shuddered slightly at my words, the control he was struggling to maintain so evident in the way his muscles flexed.

"Do you want me to touch you?" I asked.

"Yes..." he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. "Please." He begged

I sat up slowly, making my way to the bottom of the bed. My movements deliberate as I reached out, my fingertips lightly grazing the smooth skin of his back. He exhaled sharply at the touch, but still, he didn't move. I smiled to myself, enjoying the effect I had on him.

Chris loved this shit. Of course no one knows the type of shit he's into. Not even some of the women he's been with, only me. I loved that this was kept between us. The discovery of Chris's submissive side didn't happen overnight—it was something that came out gradually, woven into the quiet, intimate moments we shared. Early on in our relationship, he always had this aura of control, that larger-than-life energy that everyone knew him for. But behind closed doors, with just the two of us, I started noticing little things—subtle hints that maybe he wanted something different.

It wasn't anything obvious at first. He would make passing comments about how he loved it when I took charge of small things. There was a night, months into our relationship, when things shifted. We were at his house, just lying around, watching TV. I remember teasing him about something—something playful and silly, like how he couldn't decide what movie to watch. And in response, he said, "I like it when you tell me what to do."

I started to notice other subtle cues—how he'd ask for my opinion on things he would normally handle on his own, or how he would get a certain look in his eyes when I made decisions for us. It was almost as if he wanted me to take the reins, but he wasn't sure how to ask for it.

The real shift happened one night when we were in the middle of a particularly intense moment. I was on top, setting the pace, and for the first time, I told him not to move, not to touch me unless I gave him permission. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, something I said without really thinking about it. But the way he and his body reacted, the way he instantly stilled beneath me, his breathing becoming more labored as he followed my command—it was like a light bulb went off.

I tested it again, giving him small commands, watching how he responded. The more I took control, the more he seemed to enjoy it, his body responding to every word I said. It was then that I realized—Chris didn't just like me taking charge. He needed it.

From that point on, our dynamic shifted. I began to understand that for someone like him, who was always in control of every aspect of his public life, the idea of surrendering that control in private was something he craved. It was like an escape for him, a way to let go of the constant pressure to be "Chris Brown," the superstar, and just be himself.

He trusted me to lead, to push him in ways no one else ever had, and I loved that. It became our secret, something just for the two of us, a private world where the roles we played in public melted away, and we could simply be ourselves.

It wasn't something that was done all the time and I wasn't the one to really go all out with it, I kept it to a minimum. I'm sure he would love to go further with this but that's not something I'm willing to try yet.

Chris's body responded to every touch, his muscles tightening under my fingers as I grazed them down his spine. It was like I knew every inch of him, knew exactly how to push him to the edge without him saying a word. This was our thing—something private, something no one else could understand.

I moved closer, my breath hot against his skin as I whispered, "You love this, don't you?" My hands trailed lower, teasing, knowing how far I could take him before he'd lose that precious self-control.

He let out a low groan, his head dipping slightly as if to surrender, but still, he stayed silent, waiting. That's what I liked about him. Chris could have anyone he wanted, be anyone he needed to be for the world, but with me, he let go. He trusted me with the parts of him he kept hidden from everyone else.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I moved around him, standing face-to-face now, watching the way his eyes darkened with anticipation. His breathing was ragged, his gaze locked onto mine, as if I was the only thing keeping him grounded.

I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm. "I'm going to take care of you." I whispered, my voice soft yet commanding.
Chris didn't say a word, just nodded, his eyes full of desire.

I moved my hands lower, taking my time, watching as he fought to stay still beneath me. I knew exactly how to push him without saying a word. And that was what made this moment so powerful—Chris, the man who was always in control, always running the show, was letting me take him apart, piece by piece.

I gently wrapped my hands around his dick Chris closed his eyes. I slowly started stroking him. Chris let out a heavy exhale. My hands worked him up and down, the pressure and speed increasing as I took him in. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward into my grip.

The way his body moved under my touch, the way he leaned into my touch, his breathing getting heavier with every stroke—it was intoxicating. I could feel his control slipping, his desire taking over. I leaned forward, kissing him softly, letting the warmth of his skin and the heat of his lips wash over me.
I abruptly removed myself from him, but my hand continued.

Chris's eyes flew open, filled with confusion and need as I pulled away. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his body still tense from the sudden loss of contact. I could see the frustration and hunger in his expression, the question in his eyes as he watched me.

"Don't worry." I smiled, then got on my knees in front of him. I took him into my mouth as I looked up at him.

Chris's head fell back instantly, a deep moan escaping his lips as I took him in. His body trembled with the intensity of it all. I kept my pace slow at first, watching him from beneath my lashes as his chest rose and fell faster with every movement.

I could feel his legs tense under my touch, his fingers twitching like he was holding back from grabbing me, from losing control completely. The power I had over him in that moment made my pulse race and definitely opened the floodgates.

As I sucked him deeper, his breathing became more ragged, and he let out a guttural groan, unable to hold it in any longer. I could tell he was on the edge, and I loved every second of watching him unravel beneath me.

"Chanel... fuck..." he gasped, his voice full of raw desire. His eyes met mine, glazed with lust, silently begging for more.

I picked up speed, edging him on. His eyes closed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was fighting it, fighting the urge to give in, but he was too far gone. He couldn't hold back longer. I knew he was about to cum, so I stopped.

I got up off my knees, and got onto the bed, crawling to the top. Chris stood there, his chest heaving, his muscles tensed as he tried to control himself. His eyes tracked my every movement as I crawled up the bed, teasing him further with each slow, deliberate shift of my body. I could see the conflict in his expression—he was desperate for release, but he knew better than to move without my permission.

I leaned back against the pillows, smirking as I watched him. His entire body was wound tight, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark with desire.

"Come here." I finally said, my voice soft but commanding.

Without hesitation, Chris moved toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself above me, but still, he waited—his body hovering, trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Good boy." I whispered, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, pulling him down until his lips were inches from mine. His breath was hot against my skin, his body aching for release, but I wasn't done with him yet. I wanted him to wait just a little longer.

Chris's hands rested on either side of me, his eyes locked on mine, waiting for my next demand. I could see how badly he wanted me, but he would wait—because I told him to.

"Make me cum." I demanded

As soon as I said that, Chris crashed his lips into mine. His tongue explored my mouth, hungrily, and I could feel the desperation in his movements. He broke the kiss, moving his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses down my skin.

As soon as I said that, Chris crashed his lips into mine. His tongue explored my mouth, hungrily, and I could feel the desperation in his movements. He broke the kiss, moving his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses down my skin.

"I didn't say kiss my neck, kiss my pussy."

He continued down my body and stopped when he got down to my panties. He lightly nibbled and licked at my wet panties sending chills up my body. I placed my hand on his head, piling him closer.

Chris backed up and took them off of me then buried his face between my legs, immediately putting his tongue inside me.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I grabbed at his head again, pulling him closer, the pleasure almost too much to handle. He sucked and licked at my folds, teasing me until I was a whimpering mess beneath him.

He hooked his arms under my thighs, he put his tongue on my clit, flicking it back and forth, applying the right amount of pressure with speed to my clit as his finger strokes my gspot. I could feel my orgasm building quickly.

I threw my head back against the pillow, a moan escaping my lips as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. I felt the wave of pleasure building inside me, threatening to burst, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

Suddenly, the pressure released, and I cried out as my climax hit hard, my legs started shaking uncontrollably. Chris held me still as the pleasure washed over me, waves of ecstasy pulsing through every nerve ending.

After I caught my breath, I pushed him away. Chris sat back on his knees and waited for his next command. His chest was rising and falling from anticipation.
I think I should give him what he wants.

"Lay on your back." I demanded. Without hesitation, Chris laid on the bed. His dick standing straight up.
I climbed onto him, lining him up with my entrance. Chris bit his lip, and he watched as I slowly slid down, taking him all the way in.

A groan escaped his lips, and his hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer, he grinned up into me, quickly hitting my spot.

"Ah!" I rocked back and forth, his eyes locked on mine.

His breathing became more ragged with each thrust. I could tell he was close. I knew this wasn't going to take long.

I quickened the pace, grinding against him harder and faster, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Chris threw his head back against the pillow, his hands gripping my hips as the pleasure took over. He was panting and groaning. He lost more and more control slipping with every thrust to the point where there was none left.

I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, my voice husky with desire, "Cum for mommy."

He let out a loud moan, his body shuddering as he released, his grip on me tightening as he emptied his seed into me.

I watched as he tried catching his breath. I was going to continue fucking him but then I heard his name being called from downstairs.

"Who is in your house?" I asked.

"That's my mom." He said. "This is why I wanna move." I got off of him and he jumped out of bed. He hurried and put on underwear, a shirt and sweatpants, then raced downstairs.

I just laid there. I was not about to talk to that woman. She was rude and disrespected me and I didn't know I was upset about it until now. Which reminds me, I have to tell Chris about that.

I decided to get up and throw on some clothes too. I should face her with him.

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