Mafia (DNF)

Forty

It was awkwardly silent as we entered our hotel room, and I went over to my bed, falling down onto the comfy mattress.

I heard Dream's footsteps as he walked over, and I began sitting up, when he grabbed my arms and shoved me back down onto the bed.

I was still processing what was happening, when he leaned in close and kissed my jaw. Butterflies flew up in my stomach, and I realized that he hadn't touched me, almost at all, for the last few days.

He lifted me up onto his lap, so we were level. He then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off, and I shivered at the cold air hitting my skin. He examined my burns, and slid his hand over one of them.

"Does this hurt?"

I shook my head, they were pretty much healed. I was examining my arms and chest, when he took a hand and lifted my chin, meeting my eyes with his.

I stopped breathing at the look he had in his eyes. They were darker than usual, and hungry to touch me after being deprived because my burns.

I was definitely turned on now, and shifting uncomfortably on his lap. He noticed, and smiled slyly.

He was about to kiss me again, but stopped right in front of me. Then he opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't go near Karl again, and I'll give you what you want."

My jaw dropped. "What? You're bribing me?"

"Yes, because I don't like how close you are with him. Plus, he could be working for our enemies."

I scoffed. "There's no way, it's Karl. He hasn't had an evil thought in his life."

Dream leaned closer to me, and I swallowed. "Well, go if you want. But I won't touch you again, this entire trip."

He pulled away, straightening his shirt. Then he got off the bed, leaving me there all hot and bothered. I groaned, cursing his protectiveness.

You know what? I'll go meet Karl anyways. Dream is way hornier than me, and realistically, he'll probably suffer more. I'm not going to let his dumb jealousy stop me from talking to Karl.

I went to brush my teeth, and he while he was in the other room, I noticed the tent in his pants. Ha, who's missing out now.

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The next day was tense. Dream didn't talk to me much, other than for work-related things. I think he was expecting me to run back to him, begging for forgiveness, but I had too much pride to back down.

Soon, it was nearing 6pm, and I was packing up my things. I was about to leave, when Dream called me over to his desk.

"Yes, what is it?" I asked.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah," I replied. "He's waiting outside."

Dream took a breath. "Could you reconsider? It's dangerous, even with bodyguards."

I frowned. "I can take care of myself, thanks. Plus, you can't tell me what to do with my after-work hours."

I turned and walked away, and heard him call my name again. I ignored it, and went to the elevator.

I walked out into the main floor of the building, and spotted Karl outside. I walked over, and he noticed me, beaming.

"George! There you are, I was scared you weren't coming."

I smiled. "Actually, Dream almost didn't let me go, but I'm here now, so it's okay."

"Great! What do you want to eat?"