EroticReverie

*includes light blood play*

Dahlia Raven Blackwell

My breaths shook, and I hissed as the blade sliced the tiniest cut into the skin on my neck below my ear. His tongue replaced the cold metal as he licked the blood that'd started to trickle down my neck. I groaned and so did he, his warm tongue licking at my fresh little wound he'd given me. 

Lincoln Laveau was one of four men I lived with. He was the oldest at 27, and he was the owner of the gothic style victorian five bedroom mansion we lived in. He'd inherited it from his grand parents, and him and his friends lived in it. Until I came along, and now I fill the fifth bedroom. 

I'd originally been interested in his friend Jasper Devine, who was twenty four, when we met a goth night at a club. After a few hook ups and talking, Jasper spun the idea to me of coming to meet his friends and "have a little fun". 

Well having a little fun led to me moving in a few weeks later to take up residence as their girlfriend. They were still allowed other women or men if they preferred as was I. However mostly, we stuck to each other, and only played with others outside of our home for fun. 

Lincoln Laveau was the darkest of them and my time with him was always different than it was with the others. Because I'd been living with the guys for eight months now, and Lincoln still had not fucked me. 

Which is crazy, because my time with him is usually my favorite. Not that I'd ever tell the others. But Lincoln scared the fuck out of me at times, and fear....fear got me hotter than anything else. They all knew it. But Lincoln was the one to always capitalize on it more than the others. 

I'm currently stripped naked on his bed, spread out with leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, each limb attached to its own post. 

I gasp and breath unevenly as he sucks at my neck still, his tongue lashing over the cut he made. Everyone in the house was into some slight blood play here and there, but Lincoln needed it everytime, and I didn't mind, because I loved how incredibly hard his cock gets when he tastes me. Even if he doesn't use it on me, I love feeling it brush my tummy, my thigh, my ass, wherever he brushes against me when he's hard for me. 

It's complete torture because Lincoln is the largest of the guys and I'd love to experience sex with him, and I always imagine it when we're together. 

My nipples are hard as fuck and his hand slides up my torso, rubbing his hand over my one breast and I groan, feeling my nipple be dragged against his palm. 

I imagine Lincoln loses control. I also imagine that I wouldnt want that knife anywhere near us if he ever decides to fuck me. Even though in my fantasies he carves into my skin while fucking me. 

Everytime we were together, I was tied up like this. Not allowed to touch him, not allowed to give him any pleasure at all, although I suppose he did get his own pleasure by denying himself. 

The other three, Landon, Jasper and Salem had to convince me that there wasn't anything wrong with me. That Lincoln was just an "odd ball" they said. 

I watched Lincoln as he lifted his mouth from my neck finally, his dark eyes looking down into mine, and I writhed, my body begging for his. 

My eyes went to his mouth as he swiped his tongue over his lower lip which had a wet spot of my blood, bright red against his mouth, I moaned watching him and he let out the slightest grin. 

I breathed rapidly, as he dipped his head to the other side, behind my other ear, kissing one of his previous marks he left me with. 

Then he nipped my jaw and I groaned as I rolls me hips , trying to move, but the fucker barely gave me any slack ever, when he bound me to his bed. 

"Lincoln" I whine quietly as his lips brush down my neck and bite hard and I gasp. 

In the next second his soft mouth barely brushes the same spot as he kisses it softly. 

Moving down he nips at my collar bone, and his dark touseled hair was against the side of my face as his tongue slid along one collar bone and then the other, he bit at the edge of it near the middle and I felt like a wanton fucking whore as I whimper desperately for him. 

Lincoln had no problem taking his time with me, and of course not, because he never sought his own pleasure with me, it was always about me. 

He kisses the side of my breast, where another of his given scars sits and I moan as I think back to that day a few weeks ago when he spent a great amount of time sucking on my breasts and the hickeys he'd given me had only just faded. My breasts were a beautiful purple and blue and yellow and red. 

Jasper had been calling me "rainbow tits" the past few weeks. 

Lincoln bites my nipple and I his as he looks at me and clamps his teeth to it with a snarl and pulls. 

"fuck" I whimper and he groans. He releases it and then his mouth crashes to it and he sucks the same nipple savagely. 

His scruff on his jaw brushes my skin as he moves his mouth , shaking his head as he sucks it harder, shaking my breast with his mouth as he suspends my nipple upward and it pops from him mouth. 

"oh my god" I feel my cunt flooding between my legs with need. Put that mouth down there Lincoln. Now. I internally beg. 

He grabs both breasts and pushes them together with his hands, and then bites one, then the other, rotating again and again, sometimes sucking or licking, always growling always biting. 

He pulls and tugs with his teeth on the first one he already assaulted with his teeth. I whimper, the nipple so fucking sore but I love watching him devour me, it's fucking sinful. 

I hate how he wears clothes when he's with me like this. I want to see his body, I want to see all the ink on his body that I know lies beneath his dark t shirt and jeans. Every fucking inch of him is covered, except for his fucking groin and face, and thank god, cause it's a real good fucking face. All of them were gorgeous men, it drove me nuts sometimes. 

Lincoln's teeth and hands dropped my breasts and his hands moved down, and with his hands like claws, he scratched down my torso with both hands and I groaned, feeling the slight trail of pain his nails left. 

"shit" I gasp when he grabs his knife again from beside me and moves down between my legs. 

Another frustrating thing , is Lincoln, other than the growls or groans he makes, is not extremely vocal most of the time, and thats outside the bedroom as well. He's quiet as fuck and it drives me mad because he has a deep gravely voice and it's my favorite sound in the world.  

I shiver when he growls against my hipbone and bites it. My cunt pulses, throbbing with it's own desperate heart beat. 

Lincoln licks the crevice that runs along the top of my thigh, down towards my pussy and I groan as on the other side of me, in the opposite crevice. The back of the blade is pressed to my skin, dragging slowly. 

Today he was using a decent sized hunting knife that had a wooden handle. I winced when he poked my inner thigh with the tip of the knife until it broke my skin. I couldnt see it, but I could feel it, and I lifted my head to look down. 

He wasnt looking at me as he licked the little mark, and sucked at it. I groan and my pussy was fucking drenched. 

Lincoln groaned and bite the spot and I yelped. This only made him growl louder and I cursed as he stopped and then sunk his mouth onto my throbbing clit without warning. 

"YES!" I cried out and my body immediately bowed, my chest heaving upward, my ass pushing into the bed and Lincoln sucked on my clit. 

My toes hurt from curling so fucking hard as he kept sucking, and sucking and then biting and then licking and sucking again. I trembled and he groaned as I came for him, my orgasm ripping through me as I thrashed violently trying to get away from his mouth when it became to much. 

I begged and cried, breathless as he continued and forced me to keep cumming and I screamed and let out the most unflattering noises as I groaned and kept writhing and bucking on his bed. 

"stay still" he said and his voice alone almost made me fucking come again. 

"yes" I moan as I shake, trying to will my body to stop twitching with the aftershocks and I whimper. 

I hiss as I feel the handle of his knife push against my cunt. It wont be the first time that Lincoln has fucked me with a god damn weapon, and fuck it drives me crazy. 

"your pussy enjoys this." he says as I feel him slide in the handle and I clench myself around it and will myself not to move. 

I nod. "yes" I moan as he slides it back out slowly, and then glides it back in. 

"dangerous little pussy" he says quietly in his dark low voice and I groan and he gently moves the handle in and out and I breathe in and out and gasp and try not to move. 

"Lincoln" I whine. 

"Yes Dahlia?" he asks. 

"Please" I beg. 

"Please what?" he asks as he moves the knife faster and I moan. 

"Please let me have you" I whimper almost crying with how bad I want him. 

"What makes you think I would let you have my cock?" he taunts, twisting the handle and I feel it turn inside me and gasp. 

"please!" I cry out. 

"No Dahlia." he says and I whimper and pull at my cuffs and feel the knife slip from me and I see him rise and slide up my body, his hard cock teasing my fucking pussy as he grinds into it and licks my sex from the handle of his knife. 

"Is that what you want Dahlia?" he asks, his cock thrusts against me through his clothes. 

"Yes!" I cry, looking up at him. 

"This what you fucking want pretty girl?" he slams his hips into me and the hard thrust of his cock against my pussy, that god damn rock hard bulge pushing into me. 

"You fucking want it Dahlia?" he growls through his teeth, fucking teasing me and he grinds into my pussy again and again, as if he were actually fucking me. But he's not, and god, I want to cry. 

"Yes! Yes!" I cry in response. 

I gasp when his bites the handle of his knife holding it in his mouth, and his one hand grabs at my neck, and chokes me. 

I gulp for air that he's cut off entirely without warning, my eyes going wide, and he groans as he keeps pretending to fuck me. 

He's going fast and hard and the friction on my clit sends me into another orgasm, and he releases his hand as I cum heightening the release and I cry, because the man is absolute fucking torture. 

I pant as he pushes up, gets off me, off the bed, and takes his knife and places it on the night stand near his bed. 

I pant and look at him, my body still shaking and my toes still curling as the waves after my orgasm go through me. 

Lincoln leans over the bed, and grabs my chin.

"Would you like to share my bed with me tonight Dahlia?" he asks and my eyes widen. 

"Really?" I ask almost to excitedly, and I school my features and then narrow my eyes. "Dont be mean Lincoln." I say, because never once in the eight months I've been here, has he let me sleep in his bed. The others, I've slept in their beds countless times. 

"I'm never mean pretty girl." he says and that hint of a smirk comes to his lips. 

"yes." I say. "I want to sleep in your bed with you." 

"I don't spoon. I don't cuddle." he says. "I dont do any of that shit." 

I nod. "Okay." 

"You've just been a very good girl for me. You should have a reward." he says. 

"I can think of a reward." I say, because it's obvious. 

He shakes his head. 

"no." he says and I sigh. 

"Fine." I say, refusing to argue the point anymore. 

"It's time for dinner." he says and begins to release me from the cuffs. 

It's weird not being able to kiss someone, or hold them after sex. I've learned not to reach for Lincoln, learned not to try to cuddle up to him in a hug afterwards like I do with the others. While they can be just as dark, they also have lighter sides they show me. But Lincoln, I've only seen the dark. He's closed off, and I don't know why, and I don't ask the others, because I figure if Lincoln ever wants me to know why he is the way he is, he'll tell me. 

But, being that he's not that much of a talker, I doubt I'll be getting his life story anytime soon. 

"After dinner, I want you again." he says and I look to him as I rub my wrists. 

I nod. 

"Okay" I agree. Because there was no way to ever turn down his form of torture.