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Bonnie walked over to the phone and switched it off without looking at it. She walked back over to her bed making herself comfortable. She was so happy her father agreed to pay extra for a private room. It was enough she had suite mates. The peace and quiet shown in her phenomenal grades all except for this B. Bonnie sighed cracking the spine on her textbook.

After an hour of digesting convoluted jargon, her eyes begin to blur. Black and white swirled together. Bonnie fought gallantly against the impending slumber. She only had a few pages left to get through. It was no use. Her eyes fluttered close as she fell into her dreams.

The witch found herself in the Salvatore mansion. It was empty. Suddenly, the gigantic fireplace behind her crackled to life. She turned walking over to the hearth. What the hell was going on? Did someone drug her and bring her here. She turned again when she heard something stir behind her. Bonnie gasped.

Mason Lockwood sat bound and gagged in an antique dinning chair. The witch had been here before. "Mason?" She whispered. "No, but your dead." Bonnie heart seized. She was having the dream again. She thought she had kicked the habit two years ago.

When she first came back from 1994. She would dream constantly that she was back there or back on the other side alone. "This is a dream. I can control this." Bonnie said turning, closing her eyes. She pinched herself but felt no pain.

She turned back to Mason determined. "But you're not usually here. Why are you here?" The man stabbed her with his piercing green orbs. He struggled against his bindings. Bonnie watched his muscles flex against the chains. His lips move around the cloth in his mouth. She realized shamefully she found him attractive. That's just wrong Bonnie. You tied him up and helped Damon torture him. Bonnie thought chastising herself. It had been so long ago she had forgot that she once had the hots for Tyler's Uncle.

She used to stare at him from afar trying to envision what he looked like without a shirt. Bonnie's eyes grew as she watched the man's shirt dissolve before her. There he was bare from the waist up tied down watching her intently. "Oh god." It couldn't be. Bonnie thought about the man's powerful legs, and yep, his pants dissolved also. He looked down at his boxer briefs then looked up at the witch angrily.

"This is that kind of dream then. On Valentine's day." Bonnie sighed. It was embarrassing and a sign of just how pathetic her life had become, but then again she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Her right brow arched as she appraised the werewolf. She had never had sex with a supernatural being. Caroline made Tyler seem like an insatiable beast. She wondered if it was a family trait looking at the elder Lockwood test the strength of his bindings. She realized this scene was the last time she had truly interacted with him. Somewhere deep inside she felt guilty about that. She should apologize to dream Mason. Yes, apologize Bonnie. Her subconscious whispered. Then you can make it up to him. "I'm sorry I had to torture you, but you were on team Katherine. So maybe I'm not so sorry." Bonnie said shrugging her shoulders.

She walked over to the werewolf and removed his gag. "What are you planning on doing with me little witch?" He said again straining against his shackles.

"I don't know. What do you want me to do to you?" Bonnie said circling the chair. Her hands moving across his arms, then shoulders, then down to his ridged stomach once she was in front of him again. The man's legs where cocked open wide. His ankles tied to each leg of the chair. Bonnie was thankful. Mason's position gave her a perfect view of his cock stiffening under her gaze. She watched it dance when her hands slid inside the waist of his black boxer briefs.

His eyes closed as the witch's hand closed around his shaft. She stroked, watching the pleasure on the man's face. She liked knowing she was making him feel like that. She liked being in control. She wanted more power over him. She lowered herself before him and pulled at the stretchy material of his underwear, his dick sprang forward.

Bonnie licked the length of him, smiling as a small grunt escaped Mason's mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock teasing him, and then she swallowed him whole. The man growled. Bonnie liked the intensity of the sound, so she sucked him harder trying to elicit the same reaction. She lathered and slurped until she was dripping wet herself. The power and his reaction were turning her on. She knew when he started trying to pump in her mouth he was growing near. She lifted away from him. She peeled her pajama bottoms and panties off and straddled the wolf slowly sinking down on him.

Her pussy welcomed his hard cock. For a moment she sat still enjoying the feel of his stiff dick inside of her then when he was practically begging she began bouncing on his lap. Mason's head was thrown back, his mouth open. His muscled arms kept fighting against the metal that held him in place. She could tell the wolf wanted to break free, and fuck into her. Bonnie wanted it too. She wanted him to mark her, and to make her pussy his.

She heard the chains crack. Strong arms encircled her. The unleashed beast held her as he stood and brought his hands to her hips. He pumped up into her. His rough fingers biting into her sides as he helped her slide up and down his cock. His massive legs were planted firmly on the ground while Bonnie's were wrapped around his waist. Bonnie felt the excitement building. Mason pumped and pumped until the witch was exploding. She went limp in the werewolf's arms.

The wolf carried her over to the couch. Bonnie moaned when his dick slipped from her. He flipped her around, her knees landing on the cushions. He pulled her ass in the air liked he liked it then slid back into her. His hands were full of small but pert breast. He took her hard, pounding into her from the back. Bonnie squeaked with every thrust, her own desire rising again. The wolf moved at an even faster pace, Bonnie screamed through her second orgasm. Mason growled behind her then collapsed on top of her.

Bonnie woke up, her pajama bottoms soaked through. She had never had an orgasm in her sleep before. She had woken up wet, but this was ridiculous. She looked around her dorm roomed dazed. She felt wonderful, and lazy and her vagina was still twitching as if the werewolf had really made her come twice. She looked at her textbook across the room. That was some dream.

She got out of bed in search of new sheets, and then she would get back to the task at hand. Mason Lockwood? Where did that even come from? Bonnie thought walking over to her closet. It was no matter. Her test wasn't going to pass itself.

Mason smiled from another plane. He wondered how many more times the witch's subconscious would call him into her bed before she figured it hoped it just wasn't because she was lonely and it was a stupid holiday. He actually hoped the witch had unknowingly opened some kind of magical portal to the spirit world she couldn't close. It was boring in the afterlife. Hell, he would have fucked the witch into her mattress in his real life. Ah well, at least he had one more Happy Valentine's Day.

Masonnie, Huh? Hope you enjoyed it! Why don't you go back and see what else you can get Bonnie into.