EroticReverie

Dahlia Raven Blackwell

After finishing with guys , I'm sent inside. I smirk to myself as I walk inside in only my fishnets and carry my clothes and purse with me. I walk upstairs smiling to myself, replaying what happened outside. Walking to the mail box topless, exposing myself to the nieghbor and those two teenage boys. Their eyes on me, enjoying my body just the way my four men did. It turned me on as much as it did my guys. They enjoyed degrading me, punishing me, and humiliating me, and I loved letting them do it. 

I washed my face to clear it of the running makeup down my cheeks and then brushed my teeth and then went to my room. I knew I was supposed to go right to Lincoln's room but wanted to check a few things on my phone.

Pulling my fishnets off, I tossed them to the side and then stood at the door, ready to go to his room as I just checked a few emails really quick. 

I almost dropped my phone when I heard his door open and his heavy feet carry down the hall towards me. I spun and reached over to my dresser to set my phone down. 

When I spun back, Lincoln was in my doorway lips tight, glaring at me, and fuck if his angry gaze didn't make me want to do very very bad things with him. 

We had finally told each other I love you last night, when the others had told me only months into being here. I'd had a little taste of the well hidden soft side of Lincoln Laveau. 

"I thought you learned your lesson the last time you kept me waiting." he says through gritted teeth. 

"I..I did" I say and he walks slowly into my room and towards me and I feel goosebumps ride everywhere.

I keep my eyes on his and he shakes his head. 

"I don't think you did pretty girl." he says and he knows exactly how much I love the low growl his voice makes every time he calls me pretty girl. It does delicious things to body, making my cunt throb for him. Thank god for the other three not being big on denial or pateince, or whatever the fuck it was that kept Lincoln from fucking me or kissing me, because Lincoln was a god damn cunt tease. 

I inahled when I saw his hand, my eyes going to it, finding one of the many collars he keeps for me. 

This one was new, I studied it in his hand. It was a thick black leather and looked heavy, and also had the much needed metal rings placed one at the front, one at the back and one on each side. He moved his other hand up as he put the collar on me slowly. I could see something was stitched into leather in a dark grey thread. 

My eyes on his, I felt my heart pounding as I felt the the thick leather wrap around my neck, my eyes fluttering for a moment. It felt good to be owned, and they all made me feel that way, but Lincoln made me feel completely his whenever I was with him. Maybe that's why he refused to share me when he punished me, or pleased me. 

His eyes left mine and he looked down and tested the collar trying to fit a finger between it and my skin. It was snug, the way he liked it, the way I liked it. 

His hand grabbed my jaw. 

"You will cry for making me wait Dahlia." he promises with a quiet calm voice that still sends fear running through my veins. I nod. 

He grabs my jaw harder. 

"You might want to choose a safe word pretty girl." he says. 

I shake my head.

"You'll regret that decision Dahlia." he whispers. 

"Last chance." he warns. 

I swallow hard and feel the collar tighten.

He shakes his head. "Why must you be a stupid little girl Dahlia?" he whispers so fucking close to my mouth I can almost taste his mouth, his breath falling over my lips. 

"The basics then. Red. Yellow. Green." he says. 

"Do I need to remind you of what each means, or does your dumb little brain remember?" he asks. 

I feel my cunt ache. 

"I remember." I say , my body screaming to bed for him to touch it, to hurt it. But I know better than to direct him when he's in this mood. 

"Tell me then." he says. 

"Red is stop." I say and lick my lips. 

He nods. 

"Yellow is to ease up." I say. 

He nods again. 

"Green is when I'm ready for more after stopping." I say.

He hooks his finger through the ring on my neck. 

"Let's go then pretty girl." he tugs it harshly and pulls me to his body and I grip his shirt, and he gives me the slightest bit of a smirk as I look up at him like the fucking king he is right now. 

"On your knees, and crawl to my room." he says and watches me as I lower myself, naked and only in my collar as I start to crawl.  I can feel my pussy soaked as I crawl on hands and knees against the hardwood and can feel his eyes on me as I make me way to his room. 

I look up when I get in his room and my cunt aches when I see he's attached the ropes through the rings he attatched to the ceiling, and I grow more and more excited as he walks in and then over to his toy dresser. 

"Fuck" I breathe when he instead pulls out the dark black cart beside his dresser. On top of it, is a silver tray and I can't see all of what's on it from the floor, but I know enough to know that at least a few of whatever instruments are on there, will draw blood. 

He walks over to me, bringing the cart, not even looking at me, and it drives me crazy, I hate when he ignores me when I'm in his room. I want his eyes on me always. They lift to me as if reading my mind. 

On the second level of the cart, sits a vibrator, a vibrating wand, vibrating anal beads, butt plugs, and the electro shock wand. I'm already panting when he stops the cart and walks over to me. 

"Come here pretty girl." he says, even though I'm right in front of him, so I move my knees even closer, and he steps his feet apart enough for me to kneel right between them. 

I'm leaned back slightly and he grabs my pony tail. 

He's wearing a short sleeve v neck shirt that shows off his toned body and the muscles in his arms. His arms arent huge, but they're perfect to me. He has the right amount of muscle, right amount of everything. His dark jeans were tight enough that I could see the length of him starting down his leg through them. 

He caught my eyes going to it. 

"Go on...lick it....lick it through my jeans...." he says and I look up at him, my eyes wide. 

Was he serious? He never let's me pleasure him, or put my hands on him, or my mouth.

I open my mouth and my tongue starts to slip out cautiously as I lean my mouth towards it as he looks down at me. 

I watch his jaw clench hard and his grip on my ponytail still firm as I start where the tip of his cock lays beneath his jeans and I moan. I drag my tongue over the rough denim fabric, my cunt squeezing on itself.

"Such a desperate little girl Dahlia." he groans as I look up at him and nod as I kiss his hardening cock through his pant and press my mouth firmly to it and lick over the length of it , wishing he didnt fucking have pants on. 

"You should be ashmed of yourself Dahlia." he growls and I moan. 

"I am" I pant and keep kissing him through his pants for as long as he'll let me, my tongue wetting the fabric and and he groans as I open my mouth hugging the bulge with my teeth and biting down gently. 

"Get the fuck up" he snarls and pull hard on my hair. 

I'm panting like the pathetic whore I am as he spins me away from him and takes one hand, lifting it, and slaps the cuffs already attatched to the extended straps to my wrists one at a time and I moan. 

He pulls the straps tightening them as my hands are bound above my head in a pair of cuffs that are binded together. 

My eyes go to the trap and I bite my lip as he slides a fingertip along it's edge as if contemplating which tool he'll use first.  There's  an array of wartenburg wheels, theres a set of nipple clamps, a pair of black bulbed nipple suckers, then there's a few knives, and a scalpel. 

"You will cry for me...and you will cum for me Dahlia." he says. I nod my head eagerly. 

"Yes" I whisper and he looks at my naked body, his eyes raking up and down, and then pulls a blindfold from his back pocket and I whimper. 

It's not that I didn't like the heightened senses of being blind fold or the fear or not knowing what was next or what he was doing or preparing to do, I just hated not being able to look at him. Hated it so much I wanted to be a brat and call Red to a fucking blindfold. But I knew better than to use my safewords just to be a brat. 

I whimpered as he slid it over my eyes. 

"What's wrong pretty girl?" he asks , his hands gently cupping my face, but his thumb pressing hard over my pouting lips. 

"I like to look at you." I answer. 

"Hmm" he says. "That's very sweet." he says and I gasp when he bites at my jaw, his hands sliding from my face and down my chest, then back up, his fingertips grazing my skin and he sweeps them over my armpits making it tickle as he feathers his fingertips up and down my arms and sides.

I groan as I squirm. 

"Please" I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for. 

"shhhh." he hushes his fingertips still tickling my flesh, skimming my chest and stomach too now.

"Spread your legs like a good little girl Dahlia , and let me find out how wet you are for me."