EroticReverie

Lincoln Laveau

Part of me fears that Dahlia will indeed kill me after this. but it gets my cock hard pissing her off. Makes me hard to watch her cry and break for me. Makes me hard that she's so god damn precious when she shows me just how badly she wants me, shows me just how much I truly do own her.

"Suck my cock." I tell Lavinia as I lift my shirt off and toss it, already out of my pants. Lavinia drops to her knees as I stand so that Dahlia can see us from the side. 

Lavinia drags her tongue up and down my cock and I groan and the feel of her soft tongue stroking over my cock. 

"I said fucking suck it, not lick it." I say and she grins.

"yes sir" she says and wraps her mouth around my cock. 

I watch her for a moment, and then look to Dahlia. Her hateful eyes are watching, even though I know she doesnt want to, she could close them if she really wanted to. She could even turn and look the other way, he restrains dont keep her from spinning around if needed. 

But she looks because I  know deep down, she loves it. She loves being strung there and made to watch another woman have what she wants so fucking badly. 

"Look at how well she sucks a cock" I say to Dahlia as Lavinia deep throats my cock. 

While, it's an impressive skill, I've always enjoyed the gagging and choking of a female on my cock. 

"She can take every inch....no choking.....no gagging.....maybe she can teach you how to suck a cock." I tease wickedly and watch her eyes narrow. I smirk and look back down and Lavinia. 

She really is a fantastic cock sucker. I grab her hair and thrust and fuck her gorgeous face. I've missed her on her knees like this, missed putting her like this every morning, making her suck me everywhere and anywhere. 

But I already knew if I let Dahlia suck my cock, she would replace every other fucking mouth Ive ever had on my cock. 

"i miss fucking this throat" I groan and thrust faster, harder, but Lavinia doesnt fucking gag, her eyes water and thats about it. I groan and pull out of her mouth. 

I pull Lavinia up, and I find a spot between al of my tattoos and lift the knife, and slice into my out chest, until beads of blood break the surface and I pull Lavinia in to me, and she brings her mouth to my chest, and licks the cut. 

I hear Dahlia shuffle from the side and I look over and grin , my one hand in Lavinias hair as she sucks at my chest her tongue pushes against the cut. 

I've never let Dahlia have my blood, I wasn't even sure if she wanted it. But the look in her eyes tells me does. Cause my pretty girl looks murderous. 

My cock twitches for her and I grab Lavinia, fisting her hair, tossing the knife and bending her over the bed. 

"do me...do me next" she breathes, wanting me to take a knife to her. But I dont fucking care about what Lavinia wants, cause the only purpose she serves right now is to piss off Dahlia. To make my pretty girl and murderous little bitch tonight. 

I grab a condom from the drawer and wrap up my shit and then dont waste my time sinking into Lavinia from behind. 

"god this fucking cunt" I groan. 

I grab her hips and fuck her violently. 

The screams that come from her mouth a wonderful and please my fucking cock. 

"love fucking this cunt" I groan and slap her ass and then yank her fucking hair so damn hard I think I feel some of it rip and she screams and growls like a fucking animal and I grin, watching her beg for more. 

I look over to Dahlia, who is still watching, and I notice her thighs pressing together, she's squirming, she likes it, she might hate it too, but she likes watching me fucking Lavinia...probably because she's imagining it's her. 

I slide out, grab Lavinia and throw her onto her back, bringing her ass to the edge of the bed, and grabbing her neck as I sink back into her. 

I hold her by the neck as I thrust, fucking her hard and fast, listening to her scream, her eyes on mine and I groan and take one hand from her neck and press it to her face and move it, pushing it the side. 

I might have loved Lavinia at one point, but I wasn't in love with her ever. We were together for a few years, but I'd never felt for her in those two years, what I did for fucking Dahlia. 

I was angry as I fucked Lavinia, angry at her for not being Dahlia. I grunted, losing it, trying to fucking cum, and use her cunt to show Dahlia how much i "loved" fucking Lavinia. 

Last night it was easy. That was before I'd heard my damn girl tell me she loved me. I was a little off kilter, a little fucking messed up in the head some would say, but that shit does something to me. Hearing her say that. 

I pulled out of Lavinia and grunted, reaching over and tossing her trench coat at her. 

"Get the fuck out." I say. 

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Dahlia

My brows pinch, in confusion. I mean, I'm obviously thrilled he doesnt want to keep fucking her, I dont care for what reason. But...i'm still confused. And so is Lavinia by her dumb struck look as she lays there panting. 

"Are you fucking serious?" she squeaks as her voice raises.

"Get the fuck out, before I make you get the fuck out." he growls at her and then looks at me as if he's angry with me. As if this is my fault, when Im fucking bound here, being forced to watch the one thing I asked him not to. 

Lavinia curses under her breath as she pulls on her trench coat. 

"Dont fucking talk to me ever again." she snaps before leaving the room and slamming the door on her way it. 

Lincoln rolls his eyes and throws his hand towards the door waving her off even though she's already left the room, and then his eyes draw to mine and I watch him when they break from mine. He bends over picking up his shirt, putting it back on, grabs his briefs, grabs his pants and puts those back on as well. 

I watch as he walks to the knife he used to cut himself, and watch him walk to the waste basket and toss it in. 

I don't know why but I loved the weird sacred thing he had with knives. That even once cleaned, they could not be used by another person or on another person. I had many knives on his wall, in fact all of them were mine. Ones he'd used on me at one point or another.

I wanted to ask questions but knew now wasnt the time and even if it was I had a piece of silver duct tape across my mouth. 

He stepped closer. 

"You piss me right the fuck off pretty girl." he says as his hands rest gently on the sides of my waist. and my brows pinch. 

He moves in even closer pressing my body to his and reaching behind me and grabbing my pony tail and gently tilting my head back. 

His head leans down and his pushes his mouth over the duct tape, kissing my mouth through it and I whimper. 

"If only this tape wasnt on your mouth Dahlia.....you'd have my lips on your sweet little mouth" he taunts and I continue to whimper as he kisses me through it again, pressing his mouth harder 

First letting me lick his cock through his jeans, now kissing me through duct tape, fuck this man. Fuck Lincoln Laveau and the insane fucking tease he was. Fucking asshole. 

"did you enjoy watching me fuck her?" he asks his hands cupping my breasts now, grabbing my nipples and pulling and I shake my head. 

"I think you did." he says and I glare at him. 

He lifts his hand to the duct tape and slowly peels it off, the adhesive pulling and stinging as it lifts from my mouth. 

"I fucking hate you" I say with my first words. 

"Now, that's not very nice." he says and then his hand dips between my legs and he rubs my cunt. 

"For two reasons..." he says quietly hiding a smirk as I let him touch me, my nipples tightening as he gazes at me. 

"One...it's just so mean Dahlia...we didn't bring you into this house to have you be a mean girl...." he says and he pushes his fingers inside me, sinking upward and I gasp and let out a moan. 

"Second...it's not nice to lie to me Dahlia...when you so clearly...." he says pumping his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. "Like me very, very much.....the proof is all right here pretty girl" he says fingering me. 

"I'm going to slice your dick off in your sleep" I growl and his eyes light up. Sick fucker. 

"I'll cut your fucking throat." I hiss. 

His nostrils flare and he breathes out heavily, his jaw ticking as he tries to hold back. Obviously I'd do neither of those things, and obviously he didnt really want me to do those things. But I knew it turned him on. 

He was picturing the mutilation, the puddles of blood, and I know it got him off, I know he enjoyed just hearing about it. 

"She may have drank a few drops of your blood, but I will be on my hands and knees dragging my tongue through and entire pool of your fucking blood." I say through gritted teeth and he grabs me , grabs my face and my eyes go wide when he brings his mouth so fucking close to mine, not kissing me, but his lips faintly brush them and I think I die inside. So fucking close, feeling that little tease of his mouth. 

"Say more." he commands in a low voice, his eyes on mine, his body against mine. 

"I'm going to roll in it...bathe in your blood until i'm covered and wipe the fucking floor with my hands and rub it all over my fucking cunt." I say and he breathes heavily, his breathing so fucking deep, his jaw tense. 

"I'm going to push my blood covered little fingers inside my pussy Lincoln, and masturbate with your freshly spilled fucking blood....nice and warm and slick on my pussy" I whisper close to his mouth. 

He grits his teeth and I've never seen him so fucking feral, his eyes are dark and he looks like he wants to destroy me. 

"you...." he growls. 

"make my cock..." he breathes in deep. 

"so fucking hard" he grits his teeth. 

I can't hide the little smirk that comes to my face. 

"taste me Lincoln." I whisper. 

He groans slightly because he knows I don't mean between my legs. 

He walks to the wall, plucking a small knife from the wall and flicking it up and then walking over and bringing the tip right above my navel, pressing it against my skin and I shiver. 

In my mind, in the very back, I knew it was crazy to trust anyone this much. What if he decides to plunge the knife into me one day? What if it plunges into me by accident? I gave him and the others so much of my fucking trust to never truly harm me. The danger of it made my cunt so god damn wet. 

I watched his face as he looked down, his eyes on the knife on my skin, my eyes on his thick dark lashes as he watched himself drag the tip over my skin. 

He reached over, placing the knife on its try and I breathed rapidly. Internally whining over him putting the knife back. 

He reaches up, undoing the cuffs and my arms fell to my side as he looked at me. 

He took my hand and lifted and I watched him curiously, not speaking as he held my pointer finger , and reached for the knife and pricked it with the tip of the knife till a small bubble of blood rose from my finger. 

I watch him as he gently lets my hand go, and I look at my finger, holding it up, keeping it steady. 

My brows pinch when I watch him prick his own thumb

What the hell was he doing, some blood brothers shit? I was so confused until he lifted his pricked thumb with the blood streaming down it to his mouth, he brushed it over his lips. I licked my lips as I watched, and I wasnt sure why it was so hot, but it was.

He looked to my hand and nodded slightly once. 

I lifted my finger slowly to my own lips and smeared my finger tip over it, my heart beating fast as I realized what he was doing.

He lifted his hands to my neck, slipping them up to my face and tilting my chin up as he moved in and I felt the pull in my stomach as I looked right into his eyes.

He leaned in closer and held onto the sides of him grasping my fingers into his shirt, afraid of weak i'd be once it happened. 

His lips came to mine and I gasped, a felt myself become weak. I could taste the metal of our blood as I quickly shot my hands up between his arms and around his neck, pulling him in for more. 

He'd made the kiss soft, but I was starved for him. Eight god damn months. now I was in a frenzy and I wanted to cry when he didnt stop me from touching him, I groaned and climbed onto him and he dropped his hands from my mouth and picked me up, turning as we kissed, me more frantically than him. My tongue sliding over his mouth, our blood mixing in our mouths. 

He leaned into the bed, and brought me onto it and hovered over me as I kept my legs around him and my mouth chasing his as he pulled back slightly, only teasing just a bit. 

I put my hands everywhere, over his arms, his chest feeling his back, my hands wanting to touch every inch of him that I'd been denied. 

"Lincoln" I moan into his mouth, and I've never been in such fucking bliss. 

I bite his lower lip and he groans. 

I should try to remove his clothes, try to take off his pants and fuck him, but fuck, his mouth on mine, is too fucking much, and that alone makes me want to cry. 

"I love you" I whimper. 

"I love you too pretty girl"