Dream's POV
It's just past midnight when I find myself six drinks deep, seated on a barstool that practically has my name written on it at this point.
The weekend is here, and it feels like being under the influence is exactly what I need to end off the past five days of pure stress. I'm usually not the type of person to overthink things, being caught up in multiple life or death situations and having to use quick decision making, and alert due to the route I decided to take in life. However, recently something has seemed to shift, and I can't help but think it has to due with a certain lawyer I've come closer with these past weeks working together.
I take the last swing of my Negroni, finishing it off quickly just for the pretty bartender to replace it effective immediately, and I can't stress how empowering it feels to have the people around you bend backwards just so they make sure you get your way.
My phone vibrates in my pocket for what feels like the millionth time tonight, and without having to look at my lock screen I have a pretty decent idea of who's on the other end of it. I reach in and press onto my off button without so much as removing my phone from my pocket, and down my drink quick enough to feel bad.
I look down at my empty cup, feeling a sense of deja vu for how many times I have seen this same visual tonight. "You should slow down!" The bartender shouts over the loud music, breaking my stare. I glance up, eyes slightly blurry with intoxication, and throw her a mean look.
She seems to catch onto my annoyance quickly, grabbing the empty glass and replacing it just like before, but before she walks off to help out another person, I grab her dainty little wrist and pull her close enough to not have to raise my voice. She gasps, clearly not expecting it, and I tug her so she's now having to bend over the counter, propped up on her tiptoes, inches away from my face. Deciding to make her blush intensify, I leave her there to take a sip from my drink before my reprimanding.
I clear my throat, "now now Maddy, you should know better than to tell me what to do." I pause, and a taunting smirk forms on my face as flashbacks appear of our time together, "or do I have to fuck it into your brain once more?"
She seems to look around, clearly embarrassed by the words I'm uttering so publicly even though I doubt anyone can hear our conversation, but by the way she portrays herself as so independent and prideful, it's evident why she'd feel humiliated in this situation.
She shakes her head, stuttering slightly, "no" a cough, "no sir" she corrects.
Not giving her the satisfaction of eye contact, wanting Maddy to feel like she is worth just as much as the dirt I walk on, I praise her for obeying, but also to give her a slight reminder of the last time we'd spent the night together, "good girl" I grin darkly, "now do what you do best, and be my little servant" I finish gravely, unleashing her from my hold. It appears my words affected her more than I had intended when watching her squeeze luscious thighs together as she goes to make a strangers drink order.
Being a leader with such power and fear surrounding them has its perks. Having petite boys and girls sink to their knees just to please me, and lesser men following orders since they fear me is enough to make confidence turn into blatant cockiness and an all too big of an ego.
And maybe my flirting with the girl in front of me had been just some rouse to calm me down from who I really want, projecting it onto someone who I know would, in a heartbeat, give me exactly what I crave, but unfortunately having no affect on me downstairs, since for some reason I've grown attached to a certain someone.
A certain someone who I'd be foolish enough to care for, since my life is all kinds of fucked up. A soul too innocent to get close to me, even if he appears to be the only person occupying my mind at all hours of the day, keeping me up at night with desire and worry when light out, but having to treat him like any other individual because I'm too scared of dragging him into the world I exist in.
Trying desperately to avoid calls, drinking until my mind is no longer screaming his name, or replaying images of a night that shouldn't of happened, idiotically letting my intrusive thoughts win, and now having a bigger problem at hand. The fact that I'd taken his virginity, and ignored him all day, just because he can't get close to me, although fearing I'd already let that happen.
Time passes as I continue to drink the rest of the night away, not even knowing the amount I have consumed at this point and Maddy too scared to object, all thoughts are thrown out the window when being approached by the cute boy who wears a furious look on his not so intimidating face. His arms our crossed as he darts towards me, clearly knowing exactly what he is looking for and having no other intention on being here, even though it is a Friday night. I turn my chair to face him completely, and adjust myself, spreading legs wider and slouching my back in a relax and confident position, having his cute pouting stutter slightly when eyes drop down towards my crotch area.
It feels somewhat wrong, pulling out my best tricks on a new-found virgin whose just finally indulged in what he's been denying himself for years, but I can't help it. Especially now in the state I'm in. Wrong feels all too right, and my mind no longer has the voice that second guesses things when being so inebriated. Doing exactly what I'd been trying to avoid all day, I let loose lips do what they really want, no longer being able to hold back.
"There he is! The best part of my day" I slur slightly while smiling wickedly and opening arms widely to enhance my enthusiasm.
He's finally fully in front of me, stopping himself in-between my legs, and even sitting on this stool we see eye to eye. His face contorts in a sort of confusion for a split second, taking in the words I'd just spoken but having contradicted them with my actions throughout the course of the day.
"How much have you drank, you're pissed" he speaks loudly over pounding music, and his honey sweet tone while trying to seem mad at me has my mind spinning almost as much as the alcohol does. "I'm not mad?" I reply dumbfounded, but really knowing the British slang behind it, just trying to lighten his sour mood.
He shakes his head, swallowing down a smile before speaking once again, "it means drunk, Dream" giving me unwavering eye contact for a second before presumedly revisiting previous events, and straitening himself back up, eyes darting around the room. I study him closely, like I have been from the minute I saw him. He has an alluring innocence surrounding him even when being so caught up in corrupt activities that has me so intrigued. But not only that, he's so unsure in life but confident in what he knows he's good at, like being a lawyer, and it's thrilling watching him express himself in front of a crowd, acting as if he is surrounded with this unbreakable force field and nothing can touch him in that moment. But then the minute I have him to myself, he acts as if he wants me to guide him through his actions, seeming timid to someone so secure and sure in themselves when he's always been the opposite, and wanting, or more so needing that person, or me, to have him surrender his power to. At the same time, however, with his words he almost acts too prideful and independent, like my bartender friend, except far more innocent and unsure, making it as easy as a hand on his lower back, to distract him from any power trip he once thought he had, and easing his pridefulness with his want to be empowered.
And I happen to be someone who is quite the opposite, working greatly in our favour, but also being dangerous in the sense that I'd rather he wasn't involved in the complications my life brings with being associated with me.
"Anyway, I've come to speak with you about certain events of our case, but clearly you are not in the right state to do so" he speaks with formality and a sort of disappointment laced in his tone, letting it be known that he is once again, nervous around my presence. "Which is irritating since I've only dragged myself here do to the urgency of the situation." He finishes off, arms crossed and words coming off furious but his face almost giving away the fact that he is more worried than mad, wanting nothing more than a levelled head to reason with.
But being too drunk to care, I reach for my drink to take another swig of it right in his face, wanting nothing more than a reaction from him, because even though I can tell he feels threatened by me at times, he does not shy away from a confrontation like the rest of the world surrounding me.
Suddenly, seeming to act on anger he grabs the drink as I am about to tip my head back to finish it off, making some liquid fall from my chin. "What is wrong with you?" He screams, and this time it isn't just to speak over loud background music, but from frustration. "I'm clearly in distress, from you leaving me like some whore in your bed even when we were heading to the same location, to then ignoring me all day and having to call you multiple times with no answer for important affairs that happen to put your life in jeopardy, to you now not taking me seriously!" he huffs, eyes darting between mine with a certain tinge of hurt masked behind siren eyes, having replaced his usual soft, doe ones.
Even after his speech, I go to wipe the access of alcohol dripping from my chin with my thumb, and smirk amusingly, showing off white canines.
In one swift motion, my dominant hand goes to pull him in closer by his tiny waist that any girl would swoon over having, and I flatten my hand out against his lower back, keeping him pressed between my legs, and close enough so that his face is only a mere centimetres away. He gasps when falling forward, and I lift my thumb that had previously wiped the alcohol from my chin to his lips, pulling his bottom lip down with no sign of abstain on his part, looking up at me only slightly from me having been sitting as of now, and I smile to myself when doe eyes return on a familiar face.
"Now George" I tsk, words come out of my mouth with that same low, gravely demanding tone I'd just used on Maddy, and I can feel him starting to arch his back almost involuntarily, sticking his ass out like he's getting hard by each passing word, and it only makes me more confident. "You made quite the mess," I continue while sticking my thumb further into his throat, him closing his lips around the intrusion with no second thoughts, "why don't you suck, and clean it up"
He closes his eyes, and bobs his head slightly, making my mind race with dirty images of his kneeling for me, replacing my finger with something a lot bigger.
The way he had complied as soon as my hand caressed his waist, having knowing his exact buttons to shut his brattiness down, and make him forget the reason he had come in here in the first place makes my dick perk inside loose constraints. I remove my thumb from his mouth, creating a popping sound and a small whine from the boy in my hold.
This is wrong, I know it is. Being in too deep with desire and a mix of liquid courage is never good when wanting nothing more but the best for him. But for selfish reasons, I want him all to myself.
"Be a good boy and clean up the rest" I instruct persuasively, the hand that had been inside his mouth now grabbing his jawline, pulling closer to my chin. He seems hesitant at first, having not drank anything and not being secure in his sexuality probably affecting him, but does as asked when I lower my hand to his hip, squeezing firmly. He starts kitty licking my chin, and moves down to my neck, peppering me with small kisses as well. I yank at the strands of his hair near the back of his neck, and chuckle so he can feel it as he does as he's told, succumbing to the need to feel over powered and told what to do.
And I can't lie, I love it. Having him do this so publicly, practically worshipping me like some God in front of hundreds of people when this is so wrong. It feels erotic, even. I pull him from my skin with the hold I have on his hair, seeing as he was getting far too into it, loosing himself through a cloudy mind as he wants nothing more than for me to guide him.
"God, I love how easy it is for me to tame you now, knowing exactly what words to use and places to touch to get you powerless beneath me" I speak darkly, eyes narrow as my own cravings get the best of me, and insinuating my words as I draw circles into his sides.
"Dream" he whines breathlessly, and just as I was about to get him to apologize for coming tonight with such an attitude, something in the way he'd said my name has me acting with urgency, pulling him closely behind me as I maneuver us towards a room specifically for me that is used as an office when needed.
I close the door behind us, and push him down to his knees with little force needed, seeing as they were already weak.
"You're gonna be good" I speak through grit teeth, working at my belt and sliding my cock through the zipper of my dress pants, "and suck me off"
He nods his head in understanding.
My dick springs out, and I grab it by the base, hitting the tip against his lips, but holding him by his hair once again with the other hand, so he is unable to advance any closer, making him squirm underneath me.
"Go on, beg for it" I smile cockily.
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Guys I've been reading a lot of BDSM... so uh yeah ig it has corrupted my writing!
sorry lol