Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Manhandled it

George's POV
When I heard Clay didn't murder someone, I couldn't be more relieved. When I heard he kicked the crap outta Nick I was so conflicted. On one hand, he did assault an officer. But on the other hand, he did it for me which is so sweet.
Clay held me as I tightly wrapped my arms around him.
"My hero." I said.
"You're mine too." He said back.
I then took a hand down his back cheekily.

"Let me reward you." I begged. He stepped back to look me in the eyes.
"Actually can we talk a bit first?" He asked and I nodded leading him to the sofa.
"What's up?" I ask in a cheery voice.
"Do you know how to defend yourself? Have you ever been in a fight?" Clay asked. I thought for a bit.
"I took fencing." I said with a grin and he nodded.
"Okay, but can you fight without a sword and a fancy suit?" Clay asked.
"Not really." I said and he nodded.
"Would you like to learn some self defence? Just in case something like this happens again." He asked. I thought for a while.
"What kinds of defence do you know?" I asked.
"Name it. I've had a lot of free time growing up." He said, impressively.
"Surprise me." I said and Clay smiled.
"I could just give you a basic self defence course." He said and I nodded.
"That's great. I'd love to get manhandled by you." I enticed.

"Speaking of manhandling..." Clay trailed off. He took a hand to my chin and brought me face to face with him.
"Yes." I said instantly.
"Let me ask first." Clay laughed.
"Don't have to. Yes." I said again.
Clay stood up and carried me bridal style to the bedroom. He took out two pairs of handcuffs and cuffed my wrists to the bed spread eagle style.
He got on top of me and started grinding on my crotch.
"Clay~" I moaned and he leaned down to my ear.
"George~" he moaned then ripped my shirt down the middle, tearing it off me.
"Woah." I moaned, "that was hot."
"Shut up." He whispered and bit my earlobe gently.
I squirmed underneath him, the kissing went on for far too long, and all I could do was submit to him.

Finally Clay started pulling my pants down, stopping at my thighs. I whined at his pace.
"Getting restless?" He mocked and I turned away. I then felt a hand on my neck start squeezing.
"Clay~" I moaned through it all.
"That feel nice? This what you wanted?" Clay mocked some more while using his other hand to stroke my length. He tightened his grip on both my neck and dick and kept going, his pace quickening to a steady but abusive pace.
"You remember that spot I hit a while back? That's where I'm going." He whispered making me cum. He took his hands off me completely, letting me gasp for air.
"Harder." I said when I caught my breath. The corners of Clay's mouth rose to a smirk.

"I want to hear you beg." He whispered and I let out a moan.
"Please Clay, I need you." I begged and his gaze met mine.
He then took off my bottoms along with his own and grabbed a bottle of lube.
"Shirt on or off?" He asked, referring to his own shirt.
"Off." I commanded and he took it off with one arm.
He squirted a generous amount of lube into his hand and started rubbing himself down. As he did, he whispered more taunts at me.
"You're a dirty guy aren't you?" He whispered and I rolled my eyes.
"You're such a dork." I said and he pulled up smiling. I felt his fingers tease my neck.
"You ready~" he said in a deep voice.
"Uhhuh." I moaned and he thrusted into me. I arched my back, taking him in. He wasted no time. He took his full length, slamming it into me every time.
I screamed his name and his hands finally tightened.
"Remember my promise." Clay teased.
He then took his hand off my throat and grabbed my thighs, spreading them as far as they could go and pulled me in with every thrust. He was as deep as he's ever been inside me, driving me to cum again.
He laughed at the cum on his chest and sped up, eventually cumming deep inside me.

"God~ we need to do that more often~" I moaned and Clay chuckled.
"I don't think we can." He said and uncuffed me.
"Why not?" I asked and flexed my wrists.
"Stand up." He commanded and I listened. As I stood, my lower back gave out and I fell back on the bed.
"Oh. That's why." I say defeated.
"But I will try to manhandle you more often if that's what does it for you." Clay said.
"I don't think I have enough shirts for that." I joked.
"Well then I'll get you more shirts. Or you could just stop wearing one." He joked back. I kissed him.
"I love you." I said and he pulled me closer.
"I love you too." He said.