Mafia (DNF)

Forty-five

Dream practically dragged me into the hotel room, and slammed the door shut, locking it. "Go sit on the bed, and take your shirt off."

I whirled around. "What?"

He smiled menacingly. "You're getting a little too cocky, I think you need to be put in your place."

He leaned close. "You don't want to find out what I'll do if you disobey, so hurry."

I really didn't want to make him mad, so I climbed up onto the bed, unbuttoning my shirt.

He left and came back with a rope, similar to the one I'd been tied up with before. My eyes widened.

"Wait, Dream, are you serious?"

Apparently he was, because he grabbed both of my arms and shoved me down onto the mattress. He tied my wrists to the bedpost tightly.

"Don't forget your place," he murmured. "You're mine, and you do what I say."

I gulped, I'd never seen this side of Dream before. It was a little scary, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on.

He finished tying my arms, and took his own shirt off, too. I took in his lean, yet muscular and broad shoulders and arms, wriggling my wrists around in a useless attempt to free myself. Oh god, this was really happening.

I was helpless, my back on the mattress. He leaned himself down, propping himself on an elbow.

He kissed me, sweetly and gently at first, but it quickly became more than that. I felt need and urgency grow in my chest, but I couldn't move my arms. His tongue made its way into my mouth, and I moaned.

I was uncomfortably hard now, and I needed some kind of release. Dream pulled away, observing me amusingly.

"So, George. Remember when I told you it was dangerous to go out after hours?" He smirked.

I groaned. "Dream, I know I was wrong."

"I'm not finished. You left without my permission, and I don't let things like that slide."

He leaned down close to my jaw, breathing into my ear. His voice lowered. "Tell me, right now, who you belong to. Who you take orders from."

"You! Oh my god Dream, please. Just, touch me." I was begging now, my dress pants were way too tight.

"Full sentences, George. You can do it," he teased, slowly undoing my belt. He took it off, and pulled my pants off as well, and left my erection in the open air.

I couldn't take it at this point. "I take orders from you, I'll never disobey them again, I swear." I tried to loosen my wrists, but he just shook his head, holding my arms down.

"You never learn." He gently pressured his hand onto my crotch, and my back arched. Oh god. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

He pulled his hand away, and ran his fingers down my chest. I shivered.

"You're so hot," he murmured. "I'm not entirely sure how I've kept control for this long."

He lowered himself to my neck, biting the delicate skin. I gasped, as he started sucking on it, probably leaving a huge red mark.

He kissed down my chest, occasionally biting again to hear me moan. This went on, until he seemed satisfied at the marks he'd left on my pale skin.

He placed a hand around my erection suddenly, and starting stroking it. I whimpered loudly, squeezing my eyes shut. Heat started pooling in my stomach.

"You like that?" He smirked, going faster. I couldn't speak, my mind was a blur.

I was about to cum, when he let go, and I whined. "Dream, come on. You've had your fun."

"I'm not sure I have," he whispered, kissing me again. I felt dizzy, as his lips took mine. His hand was rubbing down the length of my thigh, stopping right before my hip.

"I wanna see you fucked out of your mind," he suddenly growled in a low voice. "Helpless, tied up, and screaming my name."

I swear I almost came, just at that statement. He pulled away for a second, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer that I didn't know was there, and poured a generous amount onto his hand. He rubbed down the length of his member.

He poured some more and used a hand to grab my leg, the other coated in lube. I flinched as I felt the coldness, as he inserted a finger to stretch me out.

He started stretching me, and once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself in front of me.

I didn't get a word out, because he started immediately pushing into me. I gasped at the size, it definitely stung.

Just when I thought he couldn't go any further, he bottomed out and hit my prostate. I moaned loudly, arching my back. My limbs felt weak, and the pleasure of just his dick sitting against my prostate made my mind melt.

He started moving, and his arms grabbed my legs to steady me. I moved my arms by accident, forgetting they were tied up, and he chuckled, kissing my jaw.

He was going slow at first, but eventually the stinging went away and was replaced by pleasure. I moaned at every thrust, and tilted my head back in pleasure as he kissed my neck.

He started going faster and deeper, hitting my prostate every time. I felt my eyes start to tear up as I moaned his name, I was getting closer to cumming.

I felt my eyes roll back a little as his hand found my dick again, as he was pounding into me. He stroked it messily, and I repeated his name over and over and over, moaning it and gasping.

He came into me, and I did as well. The bed frame thumped as I jerked my arms, my body shaking in pleasure as we came down from our high.

He pulled out, breathing heavily. "You did amazing George."

I couldn't form words right now. He untied my arms, and I felt my eyes drooping shut in exhaustion.

The last thing I registered was him kissing my forehead softly, and then I fell asleep.