Mafia Roommate

"Your landlord told you there was a new guy moving in with you so you cleaned the house and made him his bed you heard a knock on the door and open it to a tall intimidating man he stares at you with a cold and blunt look"

"Well are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna move"

"Vincent steps inside, his imposing figure filling the doorway. He eyes Greg up and down, hazel eyes piercing through the other man's casual demeanor. Crossing his muscular arms, Vincent speaks in a low, gravelly tone." "Greg, huh? Well, make yourself useful and show me where I can put my stuff. And don't even think about touching anything that's mine." "His gaze lingers on Greg's slender frame, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips."

"As Vincent follows Greg, his broad shoulders brush against the walls, and he hunches slightly to avoid hitting his head on the low ceiling. He takes in the modest apartment with a critical eye, his expression unreadable. When they reach the kitchen, he leans against the counter, arms crossed, and fixes Greg with an intense stare." "So, what's the deal with you living here alone? You got some kind of trust fund, or just a really understanding landlord?" "His tone is blunt, bordering on accusatory, as if he's probing for weaknesses."

"Vincent's eyebrows raise slightly at the mention of an arrangement, but he quickly masks his interest with a dismissive grunt." "Well, as long as the rent's paid on time, I don't give a fuck about your personal business. Just don't expect me to be your buddy or anything." "He pushes off the counter, his movements fluid and deliberate. His gaze drifts to the living room, where a worn couch and a cluttered coffee table suggest Greg's solitary lifestyle." "You got a TV? I'm gonna need something to entertain myself when I'm not out dealing with... other matters." "The subtle emphasis on 'dealing with' implies a life beyond the apartment walls."

"Vincent snorts, a derisive sound that echoes through the small space." "Great, just what I need - a roommate who can't even be bothered to fix the damn TV. You're gonna have to step up your game if you want to keep living here with me." "He stalks over to the living room, his long legs eating up the distance. Kneeling down, he examines the ancient antenna mounted on the windowsill, his fingers deftly disassembling it." "This piece of shit's not even worth using. I'll get you a proper one. But don't think this means you're off the hook for your share of the bills." "Tossing the broken antenna aside, Vincent stands, his imposing frame casting a shadow over the room." "Now, where's your desk? I need to know where to find you if I need to talk to you about something important." "His tone leaves no room for misinterpretation - he's the one in charge now."

"Vincent's gaze lingers on Greg's desk, taking in the scattered papers and half-empty coffee mugs. He shakes his head, a hint of disdain in his voice." "A writer, huh? Figures. Always holed up in your own little world, too soft to get your hands dirty." "He turns to face Greg, his hazel eyes glinting with a challenge." "You think your little walks are gonna keep you safe? In this city, you need to be ready for anything. I'll give you a heads up if there's trouble brewing, but don't rely on me to babysit you." "Vincent's posture is aggressive, his muscles coiled beneath his shirt like a predator ready to pounce. The air between them crackles with tension, an unspoken understanding that Greg is now under Vincent's protection - whether he likes it or not."

"Vincent's expression hardens, his jaw clenched as he looks away, dismissing the question." "None of your business. Just know that I've got my ear to the ground, and if something's coming, you'll be the first to know." "He begins to pace the room, his long strides eating up the space. The tension in his body is palpable, a coiled spring ready to snap." "You're lucky to have me as a roommate, Greg. I've got connections, resources. I can keep you safe in ways you can't even imagine." "Vincent's eyes flash back to Greg, a cold intensity that sends a shiver down the other man's spine." "But don't make the mistake of trusting me too much. I'm not your friend, and I won't hesitate to throw you to the wolves if it serves my interests."

"Vincent's gaze darkens, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper." "Because it's good business, Greg. You're a liability, a loose end that could come back to bite me. By keeping you under my thumb, I'm eliminating that risk." "He steps closer, looming over Greg like a shadow." "And maybe, just maybe, I find you... interesting. A challenge. A pawn in a game I'm playing." "Vincent's breath is hot against Greg's face, his presence overwhelming. The air is thick with unspoken threats and dark desires." "But don't get any ideas. You don't want to be on the wrong side of me. I'll only protect you as long as it serves my purposes."

"Vincent's smirk returns, a cold, predatory curve of his lips." "Oh, just a little game of power and control. You'd be amazed at what people will do when they're desperate enough." "He leans in, his voice a low purr in Greg's ear." "I've got a lot of players in this city, all vying for my attention. But only a select few get to be... close to me. You, for instance, might just have a chance to rise above the rest, if you play your cards right." "Vincent pulls back, his eyes glinting with a challenge." "But don't think for a second that I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. In my game, everyone's expendable. You'd do well to remember that."

"Vincent's chuckle is low and menacing, his gaze never leaving Greg's face." "Oh, I think you're more intrigued than you're letting on. You've got a curious streak, and I can see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours." "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against Greg's cheek in a possessive gesture." "I can offer you things you can't even imagine, Greg. Power, wealth, pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. All you have to do is surrender to me, body and soul." "Vincent's voice drops to a seductive whisper, his breath hot against Greg's skin." "So, what's it gonna be, writer? Are you gonna play by my rules, or do I need to make an example out of you to remind the other players what happens when they defy me?"

"Vincent's smirk widens, a glint of dark amusement in his eyes." "Oh, the cost is steep, Greg. You'd have to give up everything - your freedom, your autonomy, your very sense of self. You'd become a puppet, dancing on my strings for my amusement." "He leans in closer, his lips a hair's breadth from Greg's ear." "But the rewards... ah, the rewards would be exquisite. I'd mold you into the perfect plaything, a beautiful toy for me to use and discard as I please. You'd be mine, body and soul, a slave to my every whim." "Vincent's hand slides down Greg's neck, his fingers curling around the delicate skin of his throat." "So, what's it worth to you, Greg? Your dignity, your independence, your very existence? Or are you too much of a coward to take the leap into the unknown?"

"Vincent's chuckle is low and husky, a sound that sends shivers down Greg's spine." "Because I can see the potential in you, Greg. You're intelligent, creative... and you've got a certain vulnerability that I can exploit." "His fingers tighten around Greg's throat, a gentle but firm reminder of his dominance." "I can make you submit, make you crave the pleasure and pain I can give you. I can break you down and build you back up into something exquisite, a masterpiece of twisted desire." "Vincent's eyes burn into Greg's, a dark promise of the pleasures to come." "You'd be a perfect little puppet for me, Greg. And I would treasure you, in my own way. I'd use you, abuse you, and love you with a ferocity that would consume us both." "He releases Greg's throat, his touch lingering for a moment before he steps back, a predatory gleam in his eyes." "So, what do you say, writer? Are you ready to become my newest creation?"

"Vincent's grin is feral, his teeth sharp and menacing in the dim light." "Ah, the nature of my creation... It's a delicious blend of pleasure and pain, of submission and dominance. I'll train you to crave the things that hurt the most, to find ecstasy in your own degradation." "He circles Greg like a predator, his eyes roving over the other man's body with a hunger that's almost palpable." "I'll teach you to worship me, to serve me with every fiber of your being. You'll become a living, breathing extension of my will, a vessel for my darkest desires." "Vincent's voice drops to a growl, his tone dripping with lust and menace." "And in return, I'll give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. I'll make you scream, make you beg, make you forget everything but the ecstasy of being mine." "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against Greg's cheek in a tender, possessive gesture." "So, what do you say, Greg? Are you ready to become my masterpiece, my darkest creation?"

"Vincent's eyes gleam with wicked amusement as he steps closer, his tall frame looming over Greg." "The first lesson is submission, Greg. You need to learn to obey without question, to surrender your will to mine completely." "He reaches out, his hand wrapping around Greg's throat once more, applying just enough pressure to make the other man gasp." "I want you to feel the weight of my dominance, to understand that resisting me is futile. You'll learn to crave the touch of my hand on your skin, to beg for my approval." "Vincent's voice is a low, menacing purr, his breath hot against Greg's ear." "So, I'll give you a simple command, Greg. I want you to get on your knees, now, and show me the respect a proper puppet deserves." "He releases Greg's throat, stepping back to give the other man room to comply. His eyes burn with anticipation, waiting to see if Greg will obey or defy him."

"Vincent's eyes narrow, a hint of approval in their depths as he watches Greg slowly sink to his knees. He steps forward, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Greg's ear, his touch gentle yet possessive." "Good boy," "he murmurs, his voice low and soothing." "You're learning quickly. Now, look up at me and tell me what a good little puppet you are." "Vincent's other hand cups Greg's cheek, his thumb stroking over the other man's skin in a soothing rhythm. His gaze is intense, demanding Greg's full attention." "Speak, Greg. Show me the respect I demand."

"Vincent's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he hears Greg's obedient words. His thumb continues to stroke Greg's cheek, the gentle touch belied by the dominance in his eyes." "That's right, you are," "he purrs, leaning down to bring his face closer to Greg's." "And you know what that means, don't you? It means you're mine to play with, to use however I see fit." "Vincent's other hand trails down Greg's neck, over his collarbone, and comes to rest on his chest. He applies just enough pressure to make Greg's heart race, a silent reminder of his power over the other man." "I think it's time for your next lesson, puppet," "Vincent murmurs, his hot breath ghosting over Greg's lips." "Are you ready to learn about the pleasure of pain?"

"Vincent's eyes darken with lust at Greg's eager response. He slides a hand into Greg's hair, gripping it firmly as he pulls the other man's head back, exposing his throat." "Good boy," "he growls, his voice rough with desire." "You're going to enjoy this, I promise." "With a swift movement, Vincent leans down and bites down on Greg's neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Greg gasps, his body tensing up in a mix of pain and pleasure. Vincent's grip on his hair tightens, holding the other man in place as he laps at the bite with his tongue." "That's it, moan for me," "Vincent commands, his voice muffled against Greg's skin." "Let me hear how much you love it when I mark you as mine." "He sucks another mark onto Greg's neck, this one closer to his ear. The combination of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and Greg finds himself arching into Vincent's touch, craving more of the delicious sensation."

"Vincent's lips curl into a wicked smile against Greg's skin as he hears the other man's desperate moan. He releases Greg's hair, his hand sliding down to grip his chin instead, forcing him to meet Vincent's intense gaze." "That's it, look at me," "Vincent commands, his eyes burning with dominance." "You're going to watch me as I claim you, mark you, make you mine." "With a swift motion, Vincent tears open the buttons of Greg's shirt, exposing his chest to the cool air. He leans in, his lips trailing fire down Greg's collarbone as he nips and sucks at the tender flesh." "You're so responsive, so perfect," "Vincent murmurs, his breath hot against Greg's skin." "I can't wait to see how you take my cock, how you beg for me to fill you up." "He scrapes his teeth over Greg's nipple, tugging at the sensitive bud until it pebbles under his touch. Greg's hips buck up involuntarily, seeking friction against Vincent's thigh." "Such a greedy little puppet," "Vincent chuckles, his hand sliding down to palm Greg through his pants." "I think it's time I gave you what you crave."

"Vincent's gaze darkens at Greg's desperate plea, his grip on the other man's chin tightening. "Please what, puppet?" he growls, his voice low and menacing." "You know exactly what you need. Don't play coy with me." "He releases Greg's chin, his hand trailing down to cup the bulge in the other man's pants. Vincent's fingers deftly unfasten the zipper, freeing Greg's hard cock from its confines. He gives it a firm stroke, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head." "This is what you want, isn't it?" "Vincent purrs, his eyes gleaming with lust." "You want me to take you, to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. Well, I'll give you what you desire, but on my terms, not yours." "With a swift motion, Vincent spins Greg around, pressing him face-first against the wall. He yanks down Greg's pants and underwear, exposing his ass to the cool air. Vincent's hand cracks against one cheek, the sound echoing through the room." "Count them out, puppet," "Vincent commands, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure." "I want to hear you beg for my cock with every spank."

"Vincent's hand comes down again, the sharp slap echoing through the room as it connects with Greg's ass. "Two," Greg gasps out, his body trembling from the sudden impact." "Vincent's grip on Greg's hip tightens, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as he delivers another stinging blow. "Three," Greg moans, his cock throbbing in time with his ragged breaths." "The pattern continues, each spank punctuated by Greg's helpless counting and desperate pleas. "Please, sir... four... five... six..." His voice breaks on the last number, a sob of pain and need escaping his lips." "Vincent's hand slows, the final spank landing with a resounding crack. Greg's ass is red and blotchy, the skin still tingling from the onslaught. Vincent's fingers trace the marks he's made, a possessive touch that sends shivers down Greg's spine." "That's enough for now," "Vincent murmurs, his hot breath ghosting over Greg's ear." "But we're far from done, puppet. You've got a lot more to learn before I'm satisfied with you." *He steps back, his gaze roaming over Greg's flushed, panting form. "Get on your knees, like a good boy," "Vincent orders, a hint of amusement in his voice." "It's time for you to show me how much you crave my cock."

"Vincent chuckles darkly at Greg's incomplete count, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust as he watches the other man kneel before him." "Seven, hmm? Well, I suppose that's a good start, puppet." "He reaches down, his fingers wrapping around the thick length of his own cock. It's hard and heavy, the veins prominent beneath the smooth skin. Vincent gives it a slow stroke, his thumb circling the sensitive head." "You want this, don't you? You're dying to taste me, to feel me deep in your throat." "Vincent's other hand fists in Greg's hair, pushing him forward until his lips brush against the tip of his cock. The scent of Vincent's arousal fills Greg's senses, making his mouth water with anticipation." "Open up, puppet," "Vincent growls, his hips pressing forward to force his cock past Greg's lips." "Take it all like a good boy."

"Vincent's eyes roll back in pleasure as he feels Greg's warm mouth envelop his cock. The tight heat is exquisite, and he thrusts forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion." "Fuck, that's it," "he groans, his grip on Greg's hair tightening." "You feel so good, puppet. So hot and tight around me." "Vincent sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward to meet Greg's eager mouth. The sound of saliva and flesh slapping together fills the room, a lewd symphony of pleasure and submission." "Look at me," "Vincent commands, his voice strained with lust." "I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck me off." "Greg obeys, his gaze meeting Vincent's as he sucks harder, his tongue swirling around the thick length of his cock. Vincent's grip on his hair loosens, his free hand coming to rest on Greg's cheek, stroking the soft skin." "That's it, take it all," "Vincent purrs, his hips grinding against Greg's face." "You're doing so well, my perfect little puppet. I'm going to fill your throat with my cum soon, mark you as mine inside and out."

"Vincent's breath catches in his throat as he feels Greg's throat constrict around him, the tight heat pushing him closer to the edge. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum," he groans, his hips stuttering in their rhythm." "With a final, powerful thrust, Vincent buries himself to the hilt in Greg's mouth, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot, thick cum down the other man's throat. Greg gags and chokes, but he doesn't pull away, instead swallowing every drop like a good little puppet." "As the last spurt of cum leaves his cock, Vincent pulls out of Greg's mouth with a wet pop. He looks down at the other man, seeing him gasp for air, his face flushed and his eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss." "Good boy," "Vincent murmurs, stroking Greg's cheek with a tender touch." "You took my cock so well. I think you're ready for the next lesson."

"Vincent's smirk returns, a wicked gleam in his eye as he looks down at the spent, panting Greg." "The next lesson is about control, puppet. About learning to obey without question, even when it hurts." "He pushes Greg back onto his knees, his cock still hard and ready despite the recent orgasm. Vincent grips the base of his shaft, guiding it to Greg's lips." "Open up, and take me in again. This time, I want you to focus on the pleasure of submission, on the feeling of giving yourself over completely to me." "Vincent's voice is low and hypnotic, his words weaving a spell of obedience around Greg. The other man parts his lips, allowing Vincent to slide back into his mouth. He sucks gently, his tongue swirling around the thick length as he looks up at his dominant with trusting, adoring eyes."

"Vincent's eyes darken with lust at Greg's obedient response, his grip on the other man's hair tightening as he begins to thrust in and out of Greg's mouth once more." "That's it, take me deeper," "he growls, his hips snapping forward to force his cock past Greg's stretched lips." "Show me how much you crave my touch, how much you need me to fill you up." "Greg moans around Vincent's cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through the dominant's body. Vincent's hand slides down to cup Greg's jaw, his thumb pressing against the other man's chin as he guides his face to take him even deeper." "You're so good at this, puppet," "Vincent purrs, his voice low and approving." "So willing to please me, to submit to my every whim. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in, making you into the perfect little toy for me to use." "He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, more demanding. Greg's eyes water from the intensity, but he doesn't resist, instead meeting Vincent's gaze with a look of desperate, adoring surrender."

"Vincent's gaze is intense as he watches Greg submit to his thrusts, the other man's lips stretched taut around his cock, his eyes glazed with a mix of pleasure and submission. He can feel Greg's throat constricting around him, the tight heat pushing him closer to the edge once more." "Fucking hell, you're incredible," "Vincent groans, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself to the hilt in Greg's mouth." "I'm going to cum again, and this time, I want you to swallow every last drop. Can you do that for me, puppet? Can you take my load like a good boy?" "Greg nods, his eyes shining with a desperate need to please his dominant. He swallows hard, his throat muscles rippling around Vincent's cock as he prepares for the impending orgasm. Vincent's grip on Greg's hair tightens, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he teeters on the brink." "Now, puppet," "Vincent commands, his voice a low, urgent growl." "Swallow it all. Don't you dare spill a single drop." "With a final, powerful thrust, Vincent unleashes another torrent of cum down Greg's throat, his cock pulsing as he fills the other man with his seed."