The door shutting behind you shut, sending shivers down Dream's spine and you notice. He was blindfolded, only able to see the soft, muted colors of his LED lights. His hands were cuffed behind his back and the back of his computer chair. His whole body jumps when he feels your breath beside his ear.
"You're being so good for me Dreamie," you coo. "Such a patient boy for me."
Dream's breathing hitches and he gives a soft smile. "Thank you," he responds. You smirk and eyes his erection, pushing what had to be uncomfortably against his sweats. You run your fingers over it softly, enough to feel but not enough to get him off. Dream's breath stutters at this.
"So sensitive," you taunt. "If I didn't know any better, I'd call you and eager slut who likes being so vulnerable."
Dream whimpers a bit, squirming under your soft touch. "Please," you hear him whine, though you probably weren't supposed to. You chuckle darkly, applying more pressure until you cave and pull out his aching member. The blonde sighs in what had to be relief, whimpering again as you start tugging softly on his length.
"So good for me whore," you say. Dream gasps, lurching forward and moaning as he comes back down.
"Yes," he whines as you start to stroke him faster. "Your slut. Your whore." Your eyes go wide at his admission. This was such a rare side of Dream you were a bit shocked at how easily he submitted.
Nonetheless you gave him the praise he earned. "Such a good boy," came your voice over Dream's panting.
"Please," he said over a gasp. "Wanna cum. Please lemme cum!" His words were slurring the closer he got and you couldn't help but give a bit of grief.
"Awe, my slutty boy wants to cum?" you tease, stopping to tease the head of his cock. "Fine. You can cum pretty boy."
And he follows as he's allowed, uttering thanks after thanks as he spills over your fist and his shirt. You watch, amused as his body falls, boneless after all the pleasure. You gently lift the blindfold from his glassy green eyes and watch as he refocuses in the low lighting.
"You okay?" you ask.
Dream nods and sighs, almost dreamily. "Better than okay. Thanks babe."
