EroticReverie

Dahlia

I half expected one of them to deny me. For some reason, my dumbass didn't expect it to be the one that let me cum all over his fucking pants. 

Salad isnt the easiest thing to eat from a fucking bowl , when you're made to eat it like a dog. 

I don't use my hands as I lean in , eating from it, trying to use my tongue to grab the food. I feel a flood of embarrassment as me trying to nudge my mouth into the bowl, makes the feeder knock into the wall. 

It's silent in the other room, so I know they hear it. Their little whore eating all alone on her hands and knees, and even though the other seemed to want to let me eat in there and even looked a little guilty when I told them it was my favorite time of the day. I bet their dicks were still hard anyways hearing that knock against the wall. 

I was growing frustrated with attempting to eat the salad like this, and half thought about forfeiting dinner to skip the hassle. 

I heard the chairs moving a bit later, after each of them had enjoyed the meal I made in silence. Nobody talking. They never talked when they put me in the kitchen to eat. I always noticed how silent the table was when I was taken from it. 

"Get up baby" Salem says and I lift my head and the corner of his mouth lifts. I feel heat flood my cheeks, because I know my mouth and around is shining with the light dressing of the salad no matter how careful I tried to be. 

I push up, and Salem reaches out for my hand helping me up and then grabs a paper towel and holds my face gently as he wipes my mouth. 

"You still hungry?" he asks and I shake my head. But he looks to my bowl and I know I barely ate anything, and I really am still fucking hungry, but I don't want to eat like a dog for it. I'd just wait for breakfast tomorrow. 

Salem leaned down and kissed me softly and I kissed him back and he walked to the feeder, and grabbed the dish with the salad, bringing it to the counter. I watched him open the cupboards and pull out a different bowl, and he changed the bowls, then set my feeding bowl in the sink. 

He grabbed a glass, then opened the fridge and poured water from the filtered pitcher. Then puts a fork in the salad bowl. 

"come on" he says and walks into the dining room. I follow. 

"sit" he nods to my chair, which always stays the same, the others rotate around me each night. 

I sit down and he places the bowl and the glass of water down. 

"Eat." he says and pulls out the chair next to mine, moving the dirty salad dish away from him. .

I look at him and he just gives a little smile. 

"Can't have you passing out from hunger tonight." he says.

"Thanks." I say. 

"Mhm. Now eat." he says and stands, leans over and kisses the top of my head. 

I watch him start to clean the table off. I pause with my fork in front of my mouth. 

"Don't..I'll do it.." I say and drop my fork into the bowl. 

"Shut up and eat Dahlia." he says not stopping as he collects the dishes and brings them into the kitchen. And fuck. It has me squirming in my seat. 

I don't pay a thing to live here. So most of the housekeeping, and cooking, and other tasks that I'm perfectly capable of, I do. I take care of them. They take care of me. People might see the arrangement as sexist, and yes, they definitely play into that at times, but if they all really thought I was just a human fleshlight and maid, I wouldnt be here. 

I continue to eat my salad quietly by myself and listen to Salem start the dishes. 

When I'm done eating I pick up my bowl and my glass and walk into the kitchen to find him drying the dishes. 

I carry my things to the sink and start to go to wash them. He puts down the rag and then grabs my hand .

"Leave it baby" he says and I look up at him as he pulls me gently into him and leans down and kisses me. 

Our mouths tasting of lemon from the dressing and I lift my arms up around him and he picks me up. 

"Do you want to watch the movie, or go to my bedroom?" he asks, nudging his nose to mine. 

We usually all watch a movie together, or one of the shows they record, and I enjoy that time with them too. But I also want Salem to take me upstairs and keep calling me baby and kissing me nice and sweet. 

"I want to go to your room, but....I didnt get to sit with you all at dinner...and..."

"shh, it's fine baby" he says and kisses me. 

"Go put something comfortable on and come back down, alright?" he says and I nod as he lowers me. 

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I put on a pair of black leggings with tiny little crescent moons all over them, and a Rob Zombie t shirt then go back downstairs and into the family room where the large television is. 

The room isnt that large, but has a large sectional l shaped couch that fits us all comfortably. 

Lincoln is sitting in the corner, Salem is sitting to his side facing the tv. Landon on the other side of Lincoln further down and , then Jasper on the end of the other section of the couch. 

I always lay my head on the lap of whoever is sitting in the corner, which is always one of the other three, and then put my feet on the lap of whoever is sitting where Salem is, but Lincoln never sits in either of those spots. But he was currently in the corner where I'd normally lay my head. 

Unsure if he realizes where he is sitting I walk over slowly. But Lincoln grabs the pillow behind him and sets it in his lap and I quietly take my place, resting my head on the pillow as Salem grab my feet, putting them in his lap and rubbing them.

Landon turns the lights off and then starts the movie. 

I lay there as we watch it, a movie called the Gore Gore Girls. I can tell right away it's an old one, probably from the 70s or early 80s, and I flinch when the first go go dancer is killed. 

I feel Lincolns hand come to my shoulder. He grips it, not hard but not gently. The blood, the blood in the gory scene is turning him on. Watching the woman bleed to death. His hand slips over my shoulder to my neck and his thumb presses against the back of my neck, and he massages it, his fingers lightly curled around my neck. 

I feel my nipple tighten and the ache between my thighs. 

The movie is about a serial killer, who murders go go dancers. So, lots of tits, ass and blood. 

Each time there's blood, his idle hand that rests on my neck, begins to squeeze gently, making my cunt throb. Maybe if I pour fake blood all over myself Lincoln would actually fuck me. The idea makes me grin to myself and I reach my one hand up to his leg. He changed into pajama pants, black jersey knit. 

His thumb still, his grip tightens on the side of my neck and I slide my hand up under the pillow, biting my lip, moving my hand so fucking slow and cautiously, wondering how far I get to go. 

His hand on my neck goes into my hair and he grips it, pulling it gently, and I slip my hand over his hard cock through the fabric, licking my lips. He feels good in my hand, even through the thin jersey fabric. 

I move my hand only slightly, not wanting to let the other realize what's going on. I squeeze his cock through his pants and I hear him inhale a deep breath, and swear I can feel the pulse of his cock in my hand. 

Lincoln

God damnit. Way to show her who is boss. You make her eat on the floor, then let her put her fucking hands on your cock. Jesus she was gripping it hard, giving it the slightest of strokes and I had a hard time breathing normally. Such a little bitch. God, I fucking loved her. 

Her hand slipped away and I let out a breath. 

She pushed up and all the guys looked to her including me. She turned to Salem. 

"Can we go upstairs now?" she asked quietly and my nostrils flared. Little. Fucking. Brat. 

Salem gave a smile and nodded. 

"Sure baby" he said and said good night to the rest of us. 

She gave Landon a kiss, then Jasper, and then stopped in front of me. 

My jaw ticked. She was all hot and bothered, and probably soaked between the thighs for me, but was going to go get her horny little cunt fucked, because touching my fucking cock had turned her on too fucking much, and she knew she wasnt getting fucked by me. 

"Goodnight Dahlia." I say and she sighs.

"Night Lincoln" she says, and walks with Salem out of the room. 

After I second I push up off the couch and I can feel the judging eyes of the others. 

"Dahlia" I call when her and Salem are half way up the stairs. 

Both her and Salem stop and look, her hand on the ornate wood railing. 

I look to Salem. 

"I need a minute with her." I say. 

Salem huffs. "Just a fucking minute." he says and his hand slips from her lower back and he keeps walking up the stairs. 

I walk over to the stairs, looking up at her. 

"Yes Lincoln?" she asks as if she didnt just have her hand on my cock. 

"Get down here pretty girl" I growl and she walks back down, stopping on the steps before the landing. 

"Did you want to kiss me goodnight Lincoln?" she teases with a little smirk. 

"No." I say and she cocks her brow. 

"Then what do you want?" she asks. 

"When you go to Salem's room.....and he takes your clothes out...and has your cunt in his mouth....you remember exactly what made your little pussy so fucking wet that you had to run upstairs early to get fucked...." I say and I watch her inhale, her chest heaving slightly.

"This Dahlia." I say sliding my hand up her shirt and down into her pants. She trembles at the touch of my hand and I sink my finger right up into her and she gasps and braces herself, holding onto my shoulders. 

"This right here pretty girl....this wet fucking mess in your little panties.....is for me...so when you use Salem's cock tonight to try to satiate your pathetic fucking need for my cock....think about what a fucking whore you are baby..." I groan and fuck her cunt faster, using two fingers now. She gasps, her thighs quivering, and shes soaking my fucking fingers. 

"you think Salem would appreciate knowing that you're gonna be wishing his cock was mine tonight?" I groan. 

"Should I tell him?" I ask and she shakes her head. 

"I wont be thinking of you" she whimpers. 

I let out a dark chuckle. "Lying little whore" 

My fingers slide out of her cunt and out of her pants and I wipe them on her shirt. 

"Go play pretend pretty girl....don't accidentally scream my fucking name"