EroticReverie

Dahlia Raven Blackwell

Bound with my hands above my head in those leather cuffs, standing in the middle of his bedroom, I did as I was told and spread my legs. 

What happened outside, with the others on the porch, ontop of the tease of what was happening with Lincoln, I was incredibly wet and could feel it already dripping along my thighs. 

I panted as he moved from me and I breathed heavily, anticipating his touch. 

It felt like forever before I felt a single finger push between my lips and over my clit making me jolt slightly at his touch that I craved and needed desperately. 

"why is your cunt so fucking wet pretty girl?" he asks, his voice making me curl my toes into the hardwood, making my nipples tighten and making my cunt pulse as his finger slid up inside of it. 

"what a nasty little girl" he taunts. 

His finger slips in and out of me and he groans as we both listen to how god damn wet I am for him. 

"you should be ashamed Dahlia" he whispers, leaning his face against mine, his mouth to my ear as I feel his hard body press against my side as his hand still works between my legs and a second finger enters as I tremble and moan. My stomach tightening and I feel the burn inside of me as his fingers fuck me. 

The sound is so dirty, so naughty, and so fucking hot. My pussy floods around his fingers, soaking them as he keeps fingering me, my juices surely spilling down his hand. 

"Listen to that pathetic little cunt Dahlia" he growls low in my ear and I groan.

"Listen to what a little whore you are for me" he says and I groan and I swear I feel him smile against my face. 

"My dumb little girl...getting so fucking wet for the one guy that won't fuck her pathetic little cunt..." he snarls and I gulp, because I felt the sting of that comment. 

"Always bringing your wet little cunt to me....hoping to get it fucked...." he chuckles darkly. 

"If I wanted to fuck you Dahlia...I already would have done it..." he says and I tremble, and my lips wobble and I whimper quietly. Not out of need, but, shit. His words stung. 

His fingers are punishing me as he whispers cruelty. 

"Who could honestly love a little whore like you Dahlia? You're the last cunt I want to sink my cock into." he growls. 

"Lincoln.." I croak, my voice cracking and I feel tears pool and slip from my eyes and wet the mask. 

"Shut up" he groans. 

"You know what's sad Dahlia?" he sneers into my ear. 

"Even knowing how little I care to fuck you....you're still gonna cum Dahlia....you're still gonna crave the way I touch you....the way I make you fucking want it....cause your a pretty girl Dahlia...but you're so fucking dumb baby" he whispers. 

I let out a little sob. 

"Told you I'd make you fucking cry." he snarls and then slides his fingers from me. 

That was the thing with Lincoln. His pain could be physical, or it could be mental. Whether he truly felt that way or not, it didnt matter, because my insecurities and own inner demons that already carried those worries around daily, believed every word. Breaking me. Lincoln loved breaking me. 

It didnt matter that he'd finally told me he loved me, in moments like this when I went to the dark places with him, I couldnt believe anything else that what he told me. 

"Maybe we should beat the stupid out of you" Lincoln says and I hear the tray on the cart clank. 

I breathe heavily, my lips still trembling, my tears stop as I prepare for whatever is coming next. The physical pain was easier to take than having him voice my own inner fears. He knew exactly how to toy with my head as much as he did my body. 

It hurt, but a sick fucking part of me still liked it. I liked him making me feel small and stupid when I was at his mercy. 

I screamed as I felt the crack of pain across my back, coming only a split second after the whoosh of a leather belt swinging through the air. 

"Surprise pretty girl" he says and then drags the belt up and down my back, letting it slip over my skin as he taunts me. 

"how did that feel, did you enjoy that?" he says on a small groan. 

"yes" I reply.

"Of course you did" he says and then steps back and my back bows and my knees almost buckle from the pain that's lashed across my ass. 

I hear him groan as he's rewarded with my yelps and cries of pain, my whimpering and the way I shift on my feet, fearing his next blow. 

I gasp when he hand goes between my legs from behind and he finds my center, finds me still soaking wet and thrusts his fingers inside me. 

"you'll never feel my cock here Dahlia....ever" he growls and I whimper. 

"In fact....when I'm done with you....I'm going to Lavinia's place...to fuck a cunt that deserves it." he says and I tug at my cuffs. 

"no" I croak. 

"Excuse me?" he growls. 

"Please...don't" I start to cry again. 

"There were rules when you came into this house little girl.....you don't get to make new ones just cause youre jealous, and think you own a fucking cock that youve never even had inside you.....you have no say in it Dahlia....so fucking deal with it" he snarls and I grit my teeth, growing angry. 

"Red" I say through gritted teeth, tears still falling into my blindfold. 

He chuckles and leans in to my ear. 

"What's that pretty girl? I couldnt fucking hear you." he snarls and then I feel him pull away and the belt cracks against me again. 

I scream. 

It hits me again and I curse and my knees give out slightly, but I keep myself up. 

"C'mon pretty girl, what the fuck did you say?" he says, and I hear the belt hit the floor, and hear him unbuckle his pants and I pant and within seconds he's behind me, his bare fucking against my ass , his hands on my tits, then sliding down and grabbing my hips. 

I moan and push my ass into him. 

"did you say red?" he growls. 

I shake my head wildly. "No....no" I pant and I feel the head of his cock push against my cunt then over my lips. I groan when he doesn't sink into me. 

"Lincoln, fuck...please" I whine. "Please" I beg.

"How many times do I have to tell you no, till you get in through your dumb little head?" he groans and I feel him grasp his cock, and I feel him hold it, and he holds the fucking head of his cock right at my entrance. 

"You know why I can hold my cock right here against your desperate cunt and not sink my cock into it?" he growls. 

"because you're not Lavinia..." he says and I start to cry again. 

"You'll never be her." he says. The crown of his cock pushing against my entrance over and over. 

"She fucks my cock so well...she gets nice and wet,...just like you...." he whispers and I cry silently, but my body still arches into him, my ass chasing him, for more contact. 

"She never has to beg for my cock Dahlia....because I actually want to fuck her, unlike you" he says and I grit my teeth, going back and forth between angry and hurt, and I scream and he chuckles. 

"What make you so special pretty girl, that you think you deserve the privilege of my fucking cock inside of you?" he taunts and I whimper as he moves around me and I hear the tray clink again. 

A knock comes to the door. 

"Come in" he says without even asking who it is. 

"sit on the bed, stay quiet, and watch." he says. 

Whoever it is doesn't answer, and I try to listen to their footsteps , trying to see if I recognize the sound of their movements. 

Heels click across the hardwood and I freeze. 

"You're a fucking bastard !" I yell and he chuckles. 

"You're a good listener when you want to be." he says and then pulls my blindfold off. 

Sitting on the bed in a black trench coat, with blood red lipstick on her annoyingly admittedly gorgeous face. Lavinia smiles and gives me a little wave and I feel my lip curl. 

"Be nice Dahlia. Lavinia came to play with us." he says and I shoot him a glare.

"Red." I say and he grins and shakes his head. 

"I remember you saying you didnt want safe words tonight pretty girl." he says. 

My lips tighten. "You gave them to me." 

"Well I'm fucking taking them back" he grins wickedly. 

"You're going to hang there like a dumb little whore and watch while I fuck Lavinia."  he says and I shake my head. 

"No." I grit my teeth. 

"Jasper!" I yell and watch as Lincoln rolls his eyes. 

"Yes, I assumed you'd call for help." he says and my eyes go wide when he grabs a roll of duct tape, , rips of a piece and then smirks and looks over to Lavinia. 

"Your panties please" he says holding out his hand and my nostrils flare and I watch Lavinia as she stands and undoes her trench coat, wearing bright red lingerie underneath. She removes her panties, and I look to her , unable to keep myself from looking over her body, she was thinner than me , she had a gap between her legs that I didnt and all my stupid female insecurities made me burn in shame as we stood so close together, and I thought about Lincoln comparing us, obviously preferring her body over mine. 

I was forgetting to call for the guys and I jerked my head back when I realized what Lincoln was doing.

He quickly balled the panties and shoved them into my mouth. I jerked my head and he chuckled slightly as he pushed them in with his fingers. 

"do you taste her Dahlia? Do you taste her delicious cunt?" I shook my head and growled and spit the panties from my mouth when he stopped and then laughed and slapped the duct tape over my mouth. 

He bent down and grabbed her panties, and lifted them around my head, bringing them down to wear as a necklace.

I fucking hated him. I vowed this very second to never step foot in his room again, to never let him touch me ever again. He laid there last night and held me. Then today did this. Lincoln was king of mental abuse. I'd agreed to it, enjoying it , but I hated this. I hated seeing him even stand near her. I hated the way her eyes fell over me, and she cocked her head surveying my body. 

"She's a beautiful toy Lincoln." she said, her voice more sultry than it was last night when she introduced us. 

"Yes." Lincoln says, looking at me, his eyes going up and down over me. 

"She's very pretty." he says and reached to a knife that I don't ever remember seeing. 

It's for her. My heart thumps in my chest. I don't want him hurting her. I want to be the one he hurts, the one he makes bleed. She doesnt deserve him. She left him. She moved away. I want to scream, but I dont because I know it's no use. I'm going to have to watch Lincoln fuck her. Watch him cut into her and taste her blood. 

"please" I went to say, but it was just a low muffled noise behind the duct tape.