EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Kash

"Good girl Tatum." I grin down at her, looking at her tongue decorated with my load. 

I watch her swallow eagerly and grin down at her as I shove my cock back into my pants and walk away.

"Well come on already." I yell back at her as I realize she's not following me. 

"I'm getting dressed" she says, and I turn around and storm back in. 

"Put those clothes on and you can fucking leave." I tell her and she pauses and blinks and scoffs.

"You can't be serious." She says, cocking her head in question.

"Try me..my house, my rules...and the rule right now...is that I want you fucking naked." I tell her and she blinks and stands up straight and slips her legs out of the pants she was putting back on. 

I smirk.  "Good choice, now follow me." I say and turn and hear a defiant little huff from her. 

I walk her to the other side of the mansion into the East wing and push open a guest bedroom.

"you can stay here." I tell her as she follows me in. 

She looks around the room. 

"Wait.." she says and I turn and lift my brows.

"I'm...I'm not staying with you? In your room?" she asks and I lift my brows. 

"No." I say firmly. 

She shrugs. "Fine by me." she says with a little bit of sass that has the corner of my lip twitching up. 

"Yes, well, anyways....this will be your room, you can come and go and do whatever the fuck you please, other than strip at the god forsaken shit hole of a strip club." I tell her. 

"Why not?" she asks. 

"Because, unless you're going to pay to live here, you'll do as I fucking say." I say , turning to look at her, hands in my pockets as I stride over to her and look down at her. 

"That's the deal. And if you break any part of the deal. You're fucking out." I tell her. 

"fine." she says and shrugs. "But I need to make money." 

"I'll give you an allowance." I say. 

Her eyes jumps. "What?" she laughs. "Like a child?"

"No Tatum." I say and smirk. "Like a whore." 

Her jaw drops open and then she glares. 

"I don't really like being called a whore outside of sex." she says.

"Then don't fucking act like one." I say simply. 

"Which brings up another rule....you don't fuck anyone but me. You don't SUCK, anyone but me. And nobody lays a god damn finger or even breathes in your direction...besides me." I tell her. 

She rolls her eyes. "What about you?" 

"what about me?" I ask. 

She huffs and crosses her arms and juts out her hip. 

"Well I'm expected to only fuck you,,,, so youre only fucking me?" She asks and I give a little smile and shake my head. 

"No. I'll fuck you and half the city if I wish." I say. 

"That's not fair." she says and scrunches her nose. 

"When you house a whore in YOUR mansion Tatum, you can make the rules." I tell her. 

Her jaw ticks. "Stop calling me a whore." she growls. 

I grin. "I don't think so. I rather like reminding you of what you are." 

"I am not a"

I cut her off. 

"You're getting housed, clothed, and fed, to let me fuck that hole between your legs, and that pretty little mouth, what would you call yourself?" I ask blinking once and tilting my head crossing my arms.

She scowls and narrows her eyes.

"An opportunist." she says. 

I laugh and throw my head back and look at her and she's fighting back her own laughter. 

"If at anytime you wish, you can leave. But don't think I'll let you come back once you do." I tell her. 

She rolls her eyes. "So no fucking other people....let you degrade me.....anything else?" she asks, cocking her brow.

"You'll keep your cunt, legs and armpits shaved daily." I tell her. 

She shrugs. "Normally do anyways." 

"Ahh, yes, I forgot, the life of a stripper." I roll my eyes.

"You know you're giving me quite a lot of shit, but YOU are the one who walked into a strip club, how can you loathe dancers , and throw money at them at the same time?" she aruges.

"You're not a dancer, you're a fucking stripper...that happens to dance while stripping." I tell her and she rolls her eyes.

"yea, ok, whatever, yet you still had to pay me to fucking touch you...and strip for you. If I'm a whore, then you're a fucking pathetic old man who-"

I turn and my hand goes to her throat and I grip it, but not hard, but just enough as she gasps and looks up at me and I smirk, and let my thumb stroke the side of her neck.

"Watch your mouth." i tell her. 

"You can dish it, but can't take it Kash?" she challenges me. 

"If you want to pay me to be your punching bag, by all means, write me a check, otherwise...you'll watch your fucking mouth...don't bite the hand that feeds you." I warn her with a grin. 

I squeeze her neck a bit more and watch her gasp again and I look down at her naked body. 

"I like a little bit of sass....but I won't be disrespected Tatum." i tell her and she swallows, and I can feel it against my palm. 

"Now apologize, and kiss me like a good little whore." I smirk and lean down.

"You're a prick." she seethes as I stroke my thumb along her neck and grin at her. 

"We'll work on your apologies.." I say as I pull her by her neck to my mouth, and she parts her fucking mouth like I knew she would. 

Tatum

God, I've never hated, and been so hot for a fucking man before.  I love his cocky fucking prick like attitude. The way he designates rules to me like he owns me. He's right I could leave at any time, but I need a place to stay. And to be honest, my fucking cunt is a bitch, and gets really really fucking wet when he treats me like a whore. Before HIM, I wasn't one. Since he walked into the bar that night it's like he lit the whore fuse himself on fucking purpose. 

His mouth tasted good, really fucking good. He smelled like cigars still, but his mouth tasted of mint and it was sweet, and delicious and I let my tongue have his mouth, licking his tongue, his mouth and his lips and moaning into his mouth as I grabbed his shirt and pulled myself into him. 

He chuckles against my mouth. 

"shut up" I murmur against his mouth and reach up and slide my hands behind his neck and press my body to his.

He reaches down and spreads my ass with his hands and I jump when his finger pushes against my ass. 

"no" I shake my head and jerk away. "I dont do that." 

He laughs. "Then you might want to get into the shit box of a car and go find somewhere else to stay." 

"I don't do it" I say again.

"Yes, I heard you. But it looks like you have a fucking choice to make now doesn't it?" he says and I scowl. 

Kash

I say nothing when she tells me why she doesn't do anything with anal. 

My lips tighten. 

"Who was it?" I ask, curling my hands into fists. 

"It doesn't matter." she says.

"My son?" I growl. 

"No." she says quickly and shakes her head. "No, he would never. He's an asshole but not that kind of asshole." she says. 

"I was thirteen." she says and then my entire body floods with rage.

"WHO" I ask again.

"I don't want to talk about it." she says and I watch her look at the ground. 

"Can we just...not talk about it...please" she says and for the first time she seems weak. 

"I'm sorry." I say. "That you had that happen to you." I tell her genuinely. 

"Yeah" she shrugs. "It's whatever, I just....I've never told anyone....so...don;t say anything...I don't want anyone knowing." she says and I nod. 

"I won't. I promise....but we WILL talk about this eventually. And you WILL give me a name." I tell her and she looks up. 

"Why? It happened years ago...and I'm fine, I just want to forget it." she says. 

"Because I'm going to make sure they get a taste of their own fucking medicine." I say and she looks up. 

"Well.....this has been a mood killer." she jokes, but inside, my heart breaks for her. I'm a total fucking prick, and I treat women poorly, but never, ever like that. I've never forced a woman, they always have a choice. And if the woman chooses to walk away, that's it...no threats are made, no harassing them, it simply ends. 

I hate that she's just made herself more fucking human to me. Hate that she's giving me a reason to feel sorry for her. Hate that I want to hunt down the man who did that to her and fucking let someone stick shit up HIS ass and see how he likes it. 

"It's my one thing. Anything else you can do. You can call me a whore....you can spank me...you can spit on me and degrade me in any other way...just...not like that." she says and I nod. 

"Understood." I say. 

Then I cock my brow.

"Spit on you?" I ask, circling back and she rolls her eyes. 

"Figured you'd be into shit like that." she says and I smirk. 

"Well, I am now. Very into it actually. It's on the agenda for today now." I say and she lets out a half laugh and rolls her eyes.

"whatever"  she says and then looks around the room.

"why did you put me so far from you?" she asks and looks to me and I lift a brow. 

"Is it far? You're in the same house." I say. 

"but....I don't know....having a pussy on call and all, i figured you'd want it closer." she says and I laugh. 

"First of all...if it takes you THAT long to get from your bedroom to mine, there's a problem, and we'll adjust it, with appropriate punishment." I tell her and she smirks. 

"Second?" she asks. 

"Second, if you think I want your annoying smart ass that close me to all the time, you're mistaken" I say and she rolls her eyes. 

"Can I still see Daniel?" she asks and I look at her and study her. 

"I actually don't mind him to be honest....and I like that he's protective of you...he can visit whenever he'd like...but you will not fuck him....not unless I give you permission." he says. 

"So wait..I CAN fuck other people, but only if you say so?" She lifts a brow. 

"Yes." I answer. 

"Hmmm." she says. 

"Don't think i'll allow it very often, because I wont." I tell her. 

She nods. "Okay."

"I want you to go shopping for me tomorrow." I tell her. 

She scrunches her nose. "Like...grocery shopping?" she asks and I laugh and shake my head. 

"Like shopping for clothes. And all new lingerie. I don't want you wearing any of the shit other men have seen you in. " I tell her. 

She cocks a brow. "Why, you get jealous?" she teases and puts her hands on her bare hips. 

"No. I just like my whores exclusive. I don't want the same version of a whore you gave to everyone else." I tell her and she sighs. 

"Got it." she says. 

"and you're paying?" she asks. 

"Yes my darling whore, I am paying." I tell her and she fights a smirk. 

"see, you dont hate me calling you a whore at all." I say.

She shrugs. "It's not too bad when you put darling in front of it." she says with a little grin.

I nod. "I'll remember that if you're ever a good girl." I tell her and she laughs slightly.

"Hmmm, don't know when that will be." she jokes. 

"Hmmm, yeah, probably won't ever happen." I say and pull her body to me. 

"Will I get an orgasm today?" she asks and I smirk. 

"Probably not." I tell her and she scowls. 

"Feel free to do it yourself, but I won't be giving you one." I tell her. 

"rude. why not?" she asks. 

"Because I like watching you fucking pout...like..a...little...whore" I say and grip her chin and lift it. 

"prick." she whispers.

"slut." I reply.

"Asshole." she answers.

"Bitch." I retort. 

"cock sucker" she says.

I smirk. 

"right back at you, cunt." I say and pull her mouth to mine, hard and press my lips to hers as she throws her arms up around me and crawls onto me, and I lift her by her hot bare ass, mindful of where my fingers go and carry her to her bed and toss her onto it. 

"Get some rest" I say as she gapes up at me , jaw dropped.

"What?" she asks, panting. 

I grin. "Take a fucking nap." I say, and walk out of the room and leave her there. Because I too need a nap, after not getting any sleep, and I grin as I hear her feet fly across her floor.

"are you serious?" she calls to me as I walk away, not responding.

She mutters under her breath, but loud enough that I can here " fucking cocksucker"