DREAM

THALIA POV

All I see is darkness, but I feel his presence surrounding me. His scent fills my lungs.

 

I'm wound so tight I might snap. Desperate for more release. My heart pounds at the certainty that he's watching me.

If I stay suspended like this much longer, I'll either beg him like he demanded or cry like I did earlier when he made me orgasm for the third time in twenty minutes.

Fuck. I swallow hard remembering how he'd touched every sensitive part of me, building waves so fierce I actually cried. It took everything in me not to plead like a sinner at confession.

The hairs on my body rise as footsteps echo

 

One

I thrash against my restraints, but it's useless.

Two

The chains hold me suspended, both wrists stretched separately toward opposite corners of the window in his office. He's close

 

Three

My pulse hammers with anticipation.

Cold air kisses my exposed skin, making my already aching, bruised nipples tighten into hard points.

 

Tobacco Predator Oud Control

He stops directly in front of me, overcrowding my senses.

"Open your mouth." He commands softly. Like a blade wrapped in velve.

I thrash again and his bare chest brushes the tip of my nipple. It's barely a touch, the barest contact but it makes my cunt drip. His cum is still leaking from me anyway.

I swallow against my dry throat, then obey. Parting my lips slowly for the words I ache to hear.

"Good girl"

The words drip into my ear like melted chocolate,trailing down my erect nipples like current , down to my whole nerves like soft ripples. My legs pulsate as the part of me that's a whore for him clenches like a sex starved bitch.

 

"Be a good whore and lick it slowly" He accentuate the words by pulling my nipple between his fingers and a gasp escape me.

 

"Just the tip of your tongue."

Before I can ask what, I feel his finger paint something warm and thick across my upper and lower lip. My chest heaves and throat turn desert as his musky scent invades my nostrils

 

SMACK.

A sharp sting blooms across my left ass cheek where his palm connects, trailing electricity straight to my core.

 

"You want to be punished like a bad whore?" His voice drops even lower. Punished? No orgasm

I shake my head frantically, straighten my posture and begin the task.

I trail the tip of my tongue slowly across my upper lip where he's painted me.

 

Ocean explodes across my taste buds.

His cum. I want more.

I inhale deeply, moving my strained body towards his silhouette as I lick,spreading it across the roof of my mouth, savoring the effect I have on him.

 

"Just like that, pretty doll," his voice deepen alongside the slick sound of his hand working his cock.

I take my time on my lower lip, thrusting my hips forward blindly to meet him. The salty taste coats my tongue again and I go dizzy.

He tastes every bit of himself. Overwhelming, addictive and heavy with the musk of a man in control

 

"Just like that, pretty doll"

He rumbles, his thumb circling my nipple.

I bite my lower lip knowing it drives him insane and his groans increase, same with the slick fluidity of his strokes.

I push my hips forward until I feel the sweaty heat of his hand and forearm.

 

"You're a bad girl." His voice is deep and rough

"But such a good fucking whore." If I'm not blindfolded I'll be salivating over the vein that protrude from his neck when he's on edge.

"My good fucking whore" he grumbles.

I don't argue. Can't argue. I just want him inside me.

I dig my toes into the cold tile floor, bend my knees, and thrust my hips toward where I know his cock must be.

"Fuck!" he hisses as his length strains into my entrance.

"Moreeee" I plead.

He removes his hand, and I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance.

 

"Carlos!"

"You belong to me." He responds by tugging harshly on my sensitive nipples as he pushes in slightly again. He's torturing me.

I lift my full body weight off the floor despite my restraints and wrap my legs around him. His hands immediately grip my ass, supporting me.

 

We're perfect like that.

I grind my dripping cunt against his hard length,taking him deeper.

 

He doesn't delay. I gasp at the perfect fullness as he pushes inside me in one brutal thrust.

"Fuck me, Carlos." I don't know what I sound like. Don't care.

He takes us two steps forward and slams my back against the wall. The chains clash and rattle above us,digging into my wrists, adding sharp pain to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me like tornado.

Carlos withdraws almost completely, then pushes back in. Just slightly

"Our lust and hate comes in equal measure."

I ignore his words. Refusing to remember he's my enemy. Monster. All I want his him to use me.

I bite down hard on his bicep and he slaps my breasts in response.

My eyes roll back beneath the veil.

Legs wobble down his waist but he grips me tighter, finding my clit with his thumb and begins circling.

 

"Fuck!" I yell, already feeling it building.

Then the bastard pulls out completely. My blindfold tighten as I make a lazy attempt to glare.

"You...."

I clamp my mouth shut the moment I feel the tip of his finger press against my ass hole, at the same time he pushes his cock back inside my pussy.

Pain and pleasure crash through me. My entire body shakes, but he holds me firmly while Incorrigible words tears from my throat.

More. More. I want to say but can't speak out the words through the pleasure mounting my throat.

He squeezes my breast as he works his finger and cock in me, pushing in fully, pressing me hard against the glass window. Working both holes like I'm his personal toy.

He'll destroy my womb at this rate.

 

"Carllllll" His balls hit my cunt, and each thrust make my legs shake. My soul separates from my body.

 

He doesn't fucking stop.

Not when I start shaking against him

Not when I feel his cock hit that sweet spot

And not now, as I squirt violently on him. Shaking and dripping while the chains holding me still, rattles loudly

 

"My beautiful mess," he murmurs as he withdraws his finger. Letting go of my legs that don't stop shaking.

My cunt, nipples,legs and body feels like they're being electrocuted.

He should stop, I can't take more, instead, one of his hand squeezes my breast roughly. The other wraps around my throat as he pushes into me again.

 

I shake and he starts truly fucking me. Brutal than former.

He's exactly as he looks. A beast.

Deep. Relentless. Perfect thrusts.

He drives into me with feral intensity. The window rattles against my back with each powerful pound.

 

"Oh, Thalia."

My name sounds like praise from his lips.

I squeeze my cunt tighter, clenching around him with each movement.

"Thal.. you such a wickedfuckingbitch." SMACK. He slaps my breast hard enough to sting.

I don't let go. He doesn't stop thrusting.

"Fuuuuuckk" his scream drives me nut.

 

Current shoots through every nerve as my cunt pulses around his cock. I'm close again and he maintains his punishing rhythm.

 

"Yes, yes, yes!" He screams same time my build becomes unbearable.

"Come for...."

I don't let him finish the command. I let my entire body surrender and the release crashes over me, over us in devastating waves.

 

"CARLOOOOOS!"

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

My alarm screams as the most intense orgasm of my life hits. My hand is already between my legs.

 

"Mmmmph..."

I don't need to look at the mess in my hand.

Proof I dreamt about the man I've been trained for six years to kill.

The man that is my boss. Well,that's what he thinks... That I'm an innocent PA

Not knowing I'm the assasin trained to end his Mafia reign.

Hopefully.

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some questionable acts will happen, but I want you to know.. IT'S MUTUAL. It's totally okay to dream of and fuck the man you're meant to kill. Or not