Walking The Line Ch. 12

Chris holds up the handcuffs, and Avery giggles, clearly delighted by his choice.

"Do we need a safeword or...?" Chris asks, once again, feeling totally out of his depth.

Avery shakes her head, shooing his concerns off with a flick of her wrist. "No, they're cheap and have an emergency switch on both sides. I can get out of them whenever."

Chris nods curtly, his shoulders sagging as he's satisfied with this answer. He hands them to Avery as he tugs off his underwear, and Avery makes herself situated on the bed. She props her head up with a pillow, apparently eager to watch Chris in action. She presses the small vibrator into his hand and winks at him. "I'm sure you can figure out how to use it."

Chris shakes his head, smiling as he squints at the tiny contraption. He feels around the base of the thing and flicks a switch. It whirs to life and sounds oddly loud in the otherwise quiet stillness enveloping Avery's bedroom.

While Chris is fumbling to set the toy on the lowest setting, to avoid immediate overstimulation, Avery successfully wraps the fuzzy handcuffs around her wrists and tightens them, evidence of how cheap and simple they are to manipulate. Chris breathes easily knowing she can handle them, and he won't be forced to juggle too many things simultaneously.

"You're kinda cute when you're overwhelmed," Avery admits, and Chris blanches, mouth popping open as he silently vows revenge.

He gives her a heated look, remembering all the other reasons he needs to get vengeance as well. One, for teasing him here, but also for sending the X-rated videos at work. He knows it's been a while since they've fucked, and if all of this was to get him wound up and going, it's worked. Avery is, as always, deviously masterful when pulling his strings, particularly.

"Uh oh, Chris, I didn't awaken something in you, did I?" Avery giggles as she holds up her bound hands. Bound by dollar store fuzz and cheap metal, but still restricted nevertheless.

Chris feels empowerment surge through his veins as excitement begins to stir deep in his chest. He's never gotten to do anything even remotely kinky with Hazel, so this ought to be a new experience for both of them. Chris with some control, and Avery with a guy who has no idea what he's doing, at least Chris assumes this is a first for her.

"Will you take responsibility if you did awaken something?" He murmurs, clambering further towards her, and sticking the small buzzing thing in his hand just above her clit. She swallows loudly, mouth slightly ajar, as she glances down at his hand.

"How should I take responsibility?" She asks, her voice lower-pitched than normal. They're still teasing each other as they always do, but now that the vibrator has entered the picture, her legs are starting to shake. Chris notes how her pussy is beginning to leak, and he idly wonders if it's possible that she wants this even more than he wants her. He hardly doubts that's likely, but the thought sticks around in his mind nevertheless.

Chris's brain short circuits the moment he inches the vibrator down, ghosting it against Avery's clit as he watches her face flush, a beautiful tint of pink covers her, and Chris wants to see more of her, watch her every reaction, know exactly how she likes it, and feel her excitement in turn. She didn't look nearly as unabashed in the video as she does now, and he has hardly touched her, let alone stuck a vibrator up her pussy.

"Go out with me." He blurts out, mouth moving faster than his brain can keep up. Avery sucks in a breath, as surprised by his outburst as he is, but she recovers much quicker. Smiling up at him, eyes crinkling in delight as her breathing becomes more labored.

"Since I'm at your mercy, I guess I have no right to refuse, right, Chris?" Avery wiggles her hips enticingly, and accidentally moves the vibrator directly onto her clit. It buzzes louder where it meets aroused flesh, and she gasps, throwing her head back as she begins to pant. "You can make me do whatever you want since I'm tied up, right?" She meekly holds her hands up to prove her point.

Chris keeps one hand steady on her clit as the other fumbles for his cock, giving it a few gentle tugs before lining it up with her entrance. It's glistening with arousal, and he swallows loudly before beginning to push in, unsure how to respond to her roleplay efforts.

"I think we're both bored with this neighborhood." He admits as he grits his teeth, pleasure coursing through his veins as Avery's warmth envelops him, wrapping around his cock and squeezing down. She spasms in pleasure as he bottoms out, yet he holds the vibrator steady to her all the while. He groans as she gasps loudly, full to the brim with his thick cock, yet her shivering body beckons him further, she clearly wants more. "So let's get out of it for a night. Let me take you out, we can pretend we aren't married, if only for a bit." He says as his brows furrow, concentration making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. He pulls out of Avery and slowly pushes back in, driving her crazy and sending shivers down her body.

"But where's the fun in that?" She says, smiling coyly, pretending to not be completely turned on and debauched by Chris's tiny thrusts, pleasuring her more intimate spots. Her lips quiver as she tries to put on a brave face and avoid moaning. "We haven't been fucking like we aren't married, right? So why stop there?"

Chris is startled by the truth of her words. He grits his teeth as he begins to thrust into her deeper, slowly but steadily building up momentum. It's a balancing act, keeping her clit stimulated with the toy, making sure it doesn't slip off even as the power from his thrusts bounces her against the bed, but it's worth it to see her writhe, to hear her cry out and ecstasy and shout his name.

"Fuck, Chris-" She moans, hands shaking as she tries to reach out and feel him, but finds that she can't.

Chris supposes that even "affair partner" has the word "partner" in it. And she's right. When they spend time together, they aren't pretending that their worries aren't there; they're simply molding and changing them, evening the playing field, as she would put it.

He doesn't want Avery as a partner in the traditional sense, not with all of his baggage. So it won't do any good to alter the nature of their relationship, even if they decide to hang out outside of booty calls. When he takes her out, it'll be as partners, sure, but not in the traditional sense, not in a way anybody could ever hope to understand except for them, and that makes it so much more intoxicating, unique in a dark way, and desirable because of said difference.

Chris doesn't want to fuck Avery as a girlfriend, nor take her on a date and forget about Hazel all together, they're here because of their partners, a fact neither can forget. He's doing this just as she said all those nights ago, for revenge.

Avery is his affair partner, mistress, and fuck buddy. Nothing about that changes if they go out, and he's glad for that fact. He doesn't want another wife; he just wants Avery.

Avery claws at her restraints as she continues to shiver on the bed, taken with how hard Chris is now fucking her. The room is filled with their shared pleasure, the wet way Chris's cock sounds against her pussy, how their skin slaps together when he thrusts deeply into her. It's similar to the video, yet so much dirtier, with their combined breath and dirty talk filling the air.

"You're so tight," Chris mutters, and Avery squeezes around him, purposefully punctuating his point. "And so wet. Were you wet just thinking about me before all of this?"

"Fuck, yes," Avery admits, squirming beneath Chris's heated gaze. Her tits bounce nicely in her bra as he rams into her over and over, forcing her to jostle against the plush bed. She cranes her neck to look down at where they're connected, and her mouth drops as he continues to pummel her in the way he knows she loves. Stirring up her pussy and driving her mad.

Chris fucks Avery deeply, purposefully snapping his hips and dragging his cock along her inner walls, slow enough to rile her up, but fast enough to set a satisfying pace for himself. She's lubricated beautifully, so he glides in and out of her pussy with ease.

"I was going to ask you out soon, if you didn't do it." She admits through a few quiet moans, voice high-pitched and needy. Her hair fans out around her, making her look disheveled and downright sinful, too good to be true. "But I was curious if you would make a move on me first."

"What else have I been doing?" Chris asks, huffing out a strained laugh, too busy concentrating on fucking Avery to put much thought into his responses. It takes all of his core strength to lay into her, and she shudders, grateful for the dutiful attention he pays her slick pussy as he pounds it loudly. Her pussy spasms around his cock every time he hits her g spot, and paired with the vibrator, he's certain that she won't last long.

"Playing coy." She moans, squeezing her eyes shut as she begins to pant, likely recognizing the fact that she's nearing her end.

"I think you do enough of that for both of us." Chris grits out between labored breaths, sweat trickling down his back as he begins to pick up the pace, aiming to make her squirt and come loudly, he wants to hear her scream his name.

"I need your cock Chris," she begins to babble, begging Chris to hurry up as her limbs start to jerk erratically, barely holding on to lucidity. "It's so good." Her eyes roll back as her hips shudder, her pussy begins to squeeze tightly around his cock, and he knows she's done for.

"Chris-" She cries out, whole body shivers as she squirts all over his cock, covering him in her juices as he continues to bottom out, fucking her through her violent orgasm. She's left a whimpering mess within no time, but he doesn't stop, hasn't nearly had enough of her perfect body yet.

He does, however, have enough sense to discard the vibrator, wanting to avoid anything too overwhelming. She reacts to his continuing thrusts, mouth dropping as she gasps and threatens to begin drooling in earnest. She clutches at the handcuffs as her legs shake. She tries to hold them open wider, inviting Chris to fuck her even deeper.

"It's so deep, so good." She keeps chanting, like a filthy mantra. "Don't stop, use my tight pussy."

"You think you can come again?" Chris mutters as he fucks her wildly, no longer caring to thrust with any particular rhythm. She's so slick that he slides into her with ease, and pops out just as nicely. He has her moaning and shivering again within no time. Her pussy wraps around him nicely, squeezing as her body tries to reconcile the pleasure it's being pelted with. He fucks her so hard they both move up on the bed, but neither cares, too lost in the sensation of the other, the beautiful debauchery that is what they're doing to each other; driving each other crazy.

"If you keep doing that, I will." Avery whimpers, moaning loudly every time he bottoms out completely. She's so slick that it takes all his concentration to stay inside of her, but it's a rewarding challenge, seeing the way she melts beneath him, becoming addicted to his cock.

Chris feels the telltale tug in his lower stomach and groans loudly, barely able to get a warning out before erupting inside of Avery.

"I'm going to come." He says, voice gruff and thick with lust. He grabs onto her legs and pries them open even wider, she gasps as her knees shake, her body moving on it's own accord, ecstasy overtaking her as he fucks into her as quickly as he can, chasing his orgasm desperately.

"Please come inside of me, please-" she begs, voice trailing off as it grows hoarse, until she's only mouthing the words instead of speaking them.

He does as he's asked, and finally unravels, shooting his hot semen deep into her depths. She spasms around his cock as she comes yet again, mouth falling open as she moans louder than ever before. "Yes!" She cries out, barely able to contain her excitement, it flows out of her like a waterfall, and she dribbles onto the bed, squirting once again.

Once they're done, they stay interconnected, locking eyes and watching each other as they pant and try to catch their breath.

"Remember," Avery huffs out between labored breaths, cheeks beet red from exertion and pleasure, "I'm not your wife, Chris, I'm something worse."

"Or better." Chris offers, and Avery laughs, light as a bell, throwing her head back on the pillow as she accepts his answer easily enough.

"What we have is different, you're right." Chris admits, "And I'm not suggesting we change it. But most women can be amenable to free food for a night, right?"

Avery barks out a laugh. "What am I, a dog?"

Chris gives her a pointed look, and she sighs, capitulating to him after a short and silent standoff.

"Ah, you got me. I want free food." Avery grins at Chris, and Chris's chest surges with excitement, his heartbeat remaining erratic even as his body cools down. If he can't treat his partner right, he can at least treat his affair partner right. And Avery must be thinking the same thing, seeing as she accidentally admitted wanting to ask Chris out before he got the idea to.

Chris grins down at her, wondering just how clever Avery is. Did she pull all the strings here, convince Chris to ask her out with some secret strategy unbeknownst to him, or is something else happening? Something more mutual and titillating?

Whatever the case, it would seem they're on the same page, and he got Avery to slip up. So who knows what else he can cleverly pry from her in the heat of the moment? Maybe if they go again, he can get her to fess up and say which restaurant she wants him to take her to.