EroticReverie

Cherlynn Fox

I've almost made it through the day without trouble, until I'm exiting the building of my last class. 

"Hey! Cherlynn!" an unfamiliar female voice sounds from behind me. 

I turn and my stomach drops. I'm not sure of all their names but I know who the three guys with her are. It's the Kings, the second most respected house of guys I guess. So I've learned. 

"Oh...um hi?" I say to the girl. 

"It's Cherlynn right?" she says with an upbeat tone and a big smile on her face as they all stop beside me, and I ignore the three sets of male eyes on me. I hate Maddox for dressing me like I'm about to walk Rodeo drive, and cry when the snotty sales staff won't sell me high end clothes.  

"Um, yes." I say with a slight smile and nod. 

"I'm Ally" she says extending her hand and shift my strap of my tote higher on my shoulder and reach out my hand to her. 

"And these are the Kings..." she says tilting her head to one side and then the other of the guys who flank her. 

I nod and remember the rule. No talking to other guys. Such a dumb fucking rule, but I obey it. 

"I'm Tim." says the guy I can tell is the leader of the pack just from the vibe he's giving me, cocky, reassured, better than. I just nod. 

"This is Jesse, this is Kirk" says Tim point to the other two guys. I nod again. 

"Oh come on, don't be shy with us." Tim says and steps forward, and I tense, and he lifts a hand, and skims the back of a finger down my bare arm. 

"How'd the damned get a sweet thing like you to be their Duchess?" Tim says, and I flinch away, tilting my body away from his touch. 

"Yeah..." says one of the others, Jesse. He too steps forward, and stands close to my side. 

"I've seen you around...you're not really their type...they dress you like their type though.." Jesse says and I just step back and both of them crowd me. 

"Now don't be rude." Tim says, leaning in as I lean away, but it only puts me closer to the Jesse guy. I let out a pathetic yelp and feel Tim's hand on my ass. My eyes widening as I jerk my face to look at him, and maybe slap him. But as I do, a fist connects to his cheek bone and Tim flies to the concrete as I gasp and the Ally girl squeals as the Jesse guy pushes me aside and goes after the fist that just knocked out his friend. 

I blink seeing Hunter land a clean punch right to Jesse's nose, and see Ally and the other guy Kirk back up. 

"Fuck!" Jesse , holds his nose after stumbling back almost crashing backwards on his ass. His nose is gushing blood through his hands. 

"Any of you comes near her again, I'll knock your fucking teeth out, and let all the Damned run a train on your girl here. " Hunter nods to Ally, who gasps. 

I flinch when Hunter spits on Tim, and delivers a swift kick to his side. 

"Understood?!" Hunter yells looking and Jesse, since Tim is still passed out. 

"We were just fucking around." Jesse groans, still bleeding all over. 

"Well think better of it next time fuck face." Hunter says and turns and glares at me. I just blink, and feel fear turn my stomach as I swallow hard. He reaches over, taking my bag for me. I slightly flinch as he reaches towards me, and I see his lips tighten. 

"Let's go...Duchess." he says and keeps walking with my bag. 

I follow after him, eyes down not looking at the people who have gathered in the court yard to observe Hunter taking out two of the Kings. 

We don't wait at the fountain for the others, instead I follow him silently to the Escalade, and he opens the back door, putting my bag in, and slamming the door. I jump, and shiver as he spins to glare at me. 

His nostrils are flaring as he takes deep breaths, that may be meant to calm him, but he seems to only grow more furious. 

"I didn't talk to them" I say my voice cracking, my eyes watering. 

I stand in silence with him as he glares at me, my heart beating a mile a minute.

"I promise" I say my voice pleading. "I didnt say a word to them. Only the girl." I say. 

"Am..Am i in trouble?" I say cowering and he says nothing and opens the passenger door for me. I just stare at him. He waves his other hand. 

"Get in the fucking car Duchess." he says, sounding ...not mad? 

I put myself into the passenger seat and he closes the door, and walks around to the driver side. 

I fidget with my hands in my lap, and don't even look at him as he reaches to the stereo to turn it up after turning the car on. 

I see bright red on his hand, and gasp. 

"Hunter! You're bleeding!" I exclaim and reach out for his hand, not even thinking and he jerks it away.

"It's fine." he says, and I look at his bloody knuckles, and only then notice the splatters of blood, probably from Jesse's nose on his shirt. 

I huff. He looks at me, and I scowl, my inner instincts taking over. 

"It's not fine...we need to clean it up." I say reaching over and grabbing his hand from underneath, slipping my fingers over the underside of his hand along his palm ad then bringing it to me. 

Hunter Ronan

I hold my breath as her delicate little fucking hand grabs my hand with the busted knuckles. 

I should fucking let them harass her, let her break the rule by not stepping in. Cherlynn has been a picture perfect Duchess all god damned day, and I'd overheard the buzz on campus about how our house had the best looking girl, the other houses being represented by loose women that a good portion of males had fucked already. 

I hated that she hadn't fucked up. I hated that I didn't have reasons to carry out all the ways I'd been dreaming to punish her all day once she fucked up. 

I watched her hiss and wince as she studied my cracked knuckles. 

"Do you think it needs stitches?" she asked her finger hover over the knuckle that was sliced the most. 

"I'll be fine." I tell her and she looks up at me, and rolls her eyes and then looks back down. I fucking smirk at the look she gives me, not letting her see the tiniest smile on my lips as she fusses over me. 

"I don't have anything to clean you up with, I can help you when we get back to the house." she says and gently puts my hand in my lap. 

"Are you okay to drive?" she asks, her eyes full of genuine fucking concern, and I have no idea how. No idea how little fucking Cherry can still manage to be good to people who treat her like shit.  

I roll my eyes. "I think i'll fucking manage it." 

She huffs. "I'll text the others." she says. "Let them know what happened and that we're going home to get you cleaned up. " she says and I say nothing as I pull out and she shoots off texts to the guys. 

Cherlynn Fox

Once were at the house, we walk inside and he still carries my bag, with his good hand, refusing to let me carry it. 

I bring him to their kitchen, and tell him to rinse and wash the cut with the dawn dish soap.

I go to their bathroom downstairs and manage to only find alcohol , and a few small bandaids. 

"Is this really all you guys have for first aid?" I ask as I set in on the counter. 

"There's other stuff in the cabinet over there." he nods down at the other end of the kitchen and I walk down, reaching the last cabinet and find a few ointments, and bandages. I pull them out , along with a few cotton balls and bring them over to the counter. 

I wet the cotton slightly with the alcohol and take his hand gently. 

"It's fine Cher" he says, and I pause. I look up at him, because he hasn't called me Cher since I very first started living with him. There were a few months at the beginning where Hunter Ronan, didn't hate me. Where he'd been nice to me. Brotherly. 

"What?" he asked lifting his eyes to me as I stared. He probably didn't even realize he'd said it. I shook my head. 

"Nothing...sorry...I just...." I say. "This will hurt a little." I tell him. 

"I think I can handle it." he says and I dont look up at him as I press the damp cotton ball to the cuts on his knuckles, and he doesnt move a bit, or make a sound as I make sure to clean the shallow wounds. They dont look so bad now that he's cleaned them, but the one is cracked enough to maybe need stitches, but I dont know cause I've never had stitches. 

"You didn't have to do that you know. " I tell him. 

"Yes I did." he says. I huff. 

"I was perfectly fi-"

"nobody, fucking touches you." he says and the anger in his voice causes me to pause and lift my eyes. 

"Ever. Again." he adds, and I swallow, and nod. 

I don't bother to bring up to him, what I've already brought up multiple times, that him and the others have hurt me in ways that are just the same, if not worse.  But I don't. I remember Zane's words earlier. To just shut up, and play the part. 

I grab the ointment, and silently dab it onto the counts with my finger tip.

"You did good today." he says and I look back up, I fight the pathetic smile that I want to give. 

"Thank you." I say and grab the bandaging, and wrap his hand, not even sure what Im doing, but fasten it with a little metal clip. 

"I'm....I'm trying." I say. 

He heaves a sigh and looks up at me. 

He nods. 

"I'll have Zane reward you." he says, but I see the slight tightness of his jaw. 

"Why Zane?" I ask and he looks at me. 

He shrugs. "He's probably better and giving rewards than me or Maddox. And I'm sure you'd prefer him over either of us right now. " 

"What if... " I start, but then stop. I chew my lip and look at him and I feel like it's just my dumbass hoping for the thing I've wanted since I was 14, for Hunter to not fucking hate me, for him to want to be good to me. 

"I'd like you to give it to me, if that's okay. Please." I say quietly. 

"I told you Im not good at-"

"Try." I cut him off and listen to him exhale. 

" I don't think  that's the best idea." Hunter says shaking his head. 

I swallow and clench my fists. "Why?!" I blurt and his eyes widen , his head going back in surprise. 

"Cause you'd rather be nasty to me? Hurt me? Instead of being nice to me for one god damned second!?" I break and push at him, damned the consequences.

"Fine!" I yell. I wail my tiny fists into his chest. "Then fucking punish me! Here! I'm being an unruly duchess! Now you can hurt me! You can do what you really want!" I yell and Hunter grabs my fists and I try to pull them from his grip as he holds them, as he stands a good foot taller than me. 

"Do you worst...go on....that's what you really want right? You WANT to hate me! You want me to fuck up, so you have an excuse to be a prick!" I say and pull at my arms. 

"Let me go! You're just like your fucking father!" I scream. My own eyes go wide as I see in his eyes I've lit a fuse. 

A second later before I can think, his hand slaps me across my face, hard. 

I lift my hand to my cheek and stare at him, and I turn to walk away, but Hunter grabs me by the back of my neck and I cower and yelp as he pulls me back and then spins me around, his hand slipping to still cup the back of my neck as he leans down and crashes his mouth to mine. 

"you dont get to ki-" I start to push him away, but he shuts me up and claims my mouth again. 

I fight the urge to kiss him back as his mouth devours mine, his tongue pushing past my lips. 

His hands tilt my head back, so his mouth has better access to mine. I feel overwhelmed, unsure of what I feel as he kisses me, it's rough, but it's more than just punishment. In fact it's not punishment at all. It's,  my reward. He's trying to give me my reward. 

At my realization I reach up, and pull my arms around his neck and his hands lift my waist, and I wrap my legs around his waist. 

I moan into his mouth as I kiss him back fiercely , my tongue exploring the mouth of the boy who said cruel things, did cruel things to me, and the man who still did those things. He walked us through the house and up the stairs and pushed open his bedroom door, and took me to his bed, our mouths not leaving each others as my body held onto his tightly, my legs squeezing as his tongue licked the inside of my mouth, and over my lips and he bit my lower one gently. I moaned into his mouth , my fingers wildly tugging his hair , my toes curling from just our kiss. The searing heat  of it, as his lips kept moving over mine, my mouth starting to become raw from the intensity with which we kissed each other. 

His one hand went to the side of my knee, then up my thigh, pushing up my dress that was already pretty much up around my waist, and he lifted it. 

Maddox did not give me panties or a bra this morning, so once he lifted my dress off Hunter pulled back and looked down at me, my chest heaving as I panted. 

"I dont know how to do this....to be....gentle." he says. 

"So dont be." I said.