EroticReverie

Dahlia Raven Blackwell

When I wake up in the morning, I feel the ache between my legs and my backside, and an ache in my jaw. My head pounds like I drank the worlds entire supply of alcohol last night and my mind tries to remember what I drank. 

The last thing I really recall was being at the bar. Then after seconds I remember what last night was and what I'd asked the guys to do. Briefly my heart thuds in my chest in fear, because, I really don't remember a god damn thing right now. The pain between my legs, and in my ass, are the only clues as to what they chose to do with me last night. 

I didn't truly expect to feel fear , but it was there , running through my veins. I liked it too. I wonder what that says about me and my level of psychological damage. 

I turn my head and find Salem in my bed, laying on his back, mouth hanging up, snoring slightly. I smile at the fact he's ontop of the covers and not under them with me. 

I turn my head again to the other side looking at my bedside table. 

A camera. I bite my lips, wincing with pain in my head as I sit up slowly, grabbing the camera and sneak out of my bed, grabbing my robe, and taking the camera with me to the bathroom. 

I should wait till I'm fully recovered but Im too excited to watch what happened after the drugs hit. 

I watch them pull me from the car, take me inside, I watch it all, everything. 

Every, last fucking second. 

I throw the camera, against the wall, hitting the mirror on accident, watching it shatter. I scare myself as the pieces plink to the ground , sounding like a waterfall, but then let myself sink back over the ledge of clawfoot tub and down into it and cry.

"What the fu-" Landon starts to yell. 

"DAHLIA!" he yells and and I hear him move quickly over to the tub , cursing as his bare feet crunch over the broken glass on the floor. 

"he doesnt love me" I cry.

"baby, what are you talking about, come here" Landon says, scooping me up. 

As he does Salem walks in, stopping at the entrance of the bathroom when he finds the glass. 

"What the fuck happened?" he growls. 

"he.....he f-fucked her" I sob pathetically, hating myself. Because I know deep down Lincoln cares for me in his own fucked up way, but not being intimate with him, is taking it's toll, no matter how much I enjoy the torture of being made to wait. The scale is tipping now, and I feel more crazy everyday he makes me wait. 

"shit" Jasper says and points to the camera on the floor in the corner, shattered as well, pieces broken off of it. 

"fuck" Landon says after his eyes follow Jasper's gaze. 

"You watched the whole thing?" Landon asks and I nod, he pulls me into his chest as I sit sideways on his lap. 

"he said he loved me...he doesnt..." I cry quietly. 

"Yes he does Dahlia...you know he does...he's also just a fucking asshole..." Landon says and lifts my head and holds it in his hands. 

He kisses my mouth softly , and looks at me, wiping my tears, as Jasper and Lincoln both come to the door. 

"What the fuck did you guys do?" Lincoln asks looking all over the floor. 

Hs eyes them come to me, his brows twitching when he sees me crying. 

"Why the fuck is she crying? What happened?" he voice is gruff, protective, and god it infuriates me. He doesnt get to be protective after cumming all over me after fucking a girl. I know i told them they could do whatever they want. But he'd just fucked Lavinia...TWICE. I don;t know what I wanted from Lincoln, or what I expected, and why was I even surprised? 

"She watched the tape." Landon growls. 

I turn my head back into Landons chest. 

"Who the fuck gave it to her?" Lincoln growls. 

"It was on the nightstand...she woke up before me" Salem says. 

"So what...what's the problem....did you not get fucked hard enough?" Lincoln asks. 

"Just get the fuck out Lincoln, jesus" Landon says and I dont even look up as I curl into Landon. 

"She got what she asked for. And now she's crying about it?" Lincoln continues. 

"Just fucking go" Jasper mutters. 

"No" Lincoln says firmly. 

"Me fucking Annika is a problem, how? When each of you had your cocks in her mouth? when you've had your cocks in several other females, that ARENT her.  I put my dick in TWO women and its a fucking problem? A cause for her to throw jealous little temper tantrums and cry so you three can coddle her? Fuck that." Lincoln says and his feet crunch over the glass, not flinching as he walks over to me. 

He leans down and I cower back. 

"Make up your fucking mind pretty girl...we can stop this right now..." he says pointing a finger back and forth between himself and me. 

"But I wont be held to different rules that these three...and I wont keep tolerating you acting like a little cunt everytime I put my dick in someone who isnt you..." he snarls. It's vicious and mean, and fuck, he's right, but still, my brows pinch in anger, my lips tightening at his tiniest of smirks. 

"When you're done acting like a cock spoiled little bitch...come and see me...you broke my fucking camera...and have earned yourself a punishment." he says , and without a word turns and leaves. 

The other three look around the bathroom at each other and I sniffle. 

"He's right" I say quietly. 

Landon hugs me tighter. 

"No he's n-" Salem says , but I shake my head at cut him off. 

"He is...you guys fuck other girls all the times....well not all the time...but you know what I mean....and I get angry when he does,because it's just...it hasnt been the normal thing for him to do....but....he's allowed to....and...I just...I get upset because he hasn't had sex with ME yet, and it's not fair to him." I say, and wonder if what Im saying i believe or if I've got fucking stockholm syndrome over Lincoln.

Landon sighs and kisses my temple, none of them say anything, but I can feel them wanting to argue with me, because I know they're all softer than Lincoln is. They have limits that Lincoln doesnt really seem to have. 

"How are you feeling other than that...you sore?" Jasper asks. 

I look to him and give a little smile, swiping my cheeks. I nod. 

"Very" I say and he returns a little smile. 

"I loved the tape...other than the last part" I admit and they all smile and nod.

'Thank you for doing that for me" I say and Landon kisses the side of my head again. 

"Anything for you doll" he says and I turn and kiss his lips. 

"I'm sorry I broke the mirror" I say, feeling a little ashamed of my off the wall tantrum. 

"It was silly and stupid, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up." I say and they all collectively shake their heads. 

"We got it this time." Salem says and Landon nods with Jasper. 

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After the bathroom is clean , Salem fills the bathtub for me and I soak for a long time until the water turns cold. 

After cleaning up and then showering too, washing my hair, I go to my room and get dressed. 

I don't wear anything special. I put on whatever is most comfortable, due to the fact my ass and cunt are still incredibly sore. 

I put on a Joy Division t shirt an over sized Joy Divison t shirt that I claimed from Landon's closet a few months back that he never wore, and put on a pair of black panties, and black leggings, and slip on a set of black socks with white stripes. 

As I finish brushing up my hair , I turn to my door as it opens. 

I say nothing as Lincoln stands in my doorway. 

I don't say anything, but I hold his stare then, tighten my lips and turn back around in my mirror at my small vanity and he walks in slamming the door , making me jump. 

"Jesus!" I yell and spin around in my chair glaring at him. 

"Still being a child Dahlia?" he asks. 

I scowl and turn around once again. 

He walks over slowly, and I feel the fine hairs on my arm stand up , because the closer he gets, the more severe the chill running up my spin becomes. My nipple tighten and try to school my reaction as I keep brushing my hair, even though I was done. 

"get on your bed Dahlia." he says. 

"I don't want to." I say, defiantly. I catch the hand twitch in the mirror of the hand hanging at his side. I watch it curl into a fist.

"Get.....on....the...fucking....bed." he growls and I swallow and stupidly shake my head. 

"No." I say. 

He lets out a heavy breath and I yelp when he swings an arm around me, lifting me of the stool, and it tips as he drags me to the bed, and throws me on it. 

"Fuck you!" I yell and kick at at him. 

"God damnit Dahlia" he groans and grabs my legs as I scream. 

I groan , hating how good his firm grip feels on my arms as he shakes me against the bed, bouncing my head off the mattress and pressing himself between my legs. 

"Stop it!" I yell and he freezes, breathing heavily , looking down at me. 

I blink up at him, breathing heavy myself, panting. I grit my teeth, hating how fucking much I want him. 

"I hate that you havent fucked me" I say. 

"Too fucking bad Dahlia" he answers and I scowl. 

"You dont get to decide....I do." he says. 

"Told you that shit early on....and this whole temper tantrum shit is gonna stop...you're gonna fucking behave like a pretty little fuck  toy should....and youll shut up and smile when I sink my dick in another cunt." he says and I narrow my eyes. 

"You dont want me to do that." I challenge. 

"You like me pissed off too much." I say, knowing his angle. 

He smirks. "Maybe I do....but I definitely dont like you breaking shit in my fucking home because your cunt is hard up for my cock and getting too fucking jealous when someone else gets it." 

"I'm sorry for breaking the mirror." I grit out. 

"And?" he cocks a brow. 

"Your camera." I say as he presses into me and I let out a tiny whimper, feeling him hard against my sex. 

"Good girl Dahlia" he says and lowers his face to mine. 

"And you're not as sorry as you will be when you are given your punishment." he says and I squirm. 

I swallow hard, craving one of his blades against my skin , pricking me and making me bleed for him, I crave more of the kiss where we tasted each others blood on our lips. 

"I hate you so much" I breathe out. 

"Mmmm" he grins slightly and grinds into me. 

"That's awful news, because I came here to make you cum" he says and I whimper. 

"you wanna cum pretty girl?" he asks and his lips brush mine. 

I nod and he chuckles darkly. 

"Tell me you're sorry for being a disrespectful cunt in my home" he growls in my ear. 

"I...I'm sorry for being a disrespectful cunt in your home" I say quietly, breathing heavily and gasping when he bites my neck and grinds into me. 

"Say,, I'm sorry Lincoln for being a jealous fucking whore" he groans into my ear. 

"I'm sorry Lincoln, for being a jealous fucking whore" I gasp, when his one hand slide up my shirt.  My stomach lifts as Inhale and his hand slips up to my breast and he grabs it, rolling my nipple in his fingers. 

"I'm sorry" I whimper as he pinches my nipple, plucking it, over and over as he sucks on my neck and groans against me as his cock pushes into my cunt through our clothes. 

"I'm so sorry" I whine. 

"You're gonna bleed for me tonight Dahlia....a lot" he groans 

I moan and buck my hips up into him. 

"We're gonna paint this fucking body in your own blood"  he tells me and fuck if I dont almost cum at the image of him smearing my own fucking blood all over me. 

I don't know why I was turned on by it, blood kink was never a thing for me until meeting these guys, Lincoln specifically. 

"you want that pretty girl?" he asks and I nod. 

"yes" I whisper and he groans. His hand up my shirt, slides down and slips into my pants and I gasp as his finger finds my clit. I moan his name. 

"You done being a sad , jealous little cunt?" he asks and I nod and moan.

"Prove it pretty girl....get off while you think about me fucking Annika's cunt" he groans and I flinch slightly and whimper. 

"no" I whine. 

"Do it" he growls. 

"Think about how hard I fucked her.....how wet her fucking pussy got for me...while she lapped up all the cum seeping from your used up , aching little holes" he groans and I shake my head. 

"Cmon pretty girl...i know you fucking like it....I know you liked watching me fuck her.....and I know sure sure you liked me cumming all over your hot body"

"fuck you" I moan as I buck into his hand and he chuckles.

"playing the victim, but always the whore" he whispers and sinks a finger into me and I groan. 

"you're not mad at me baby....you're mad at yourself....because you think you hate me fucking them....but know that you fucking love it.....you love me putting my dick in someone else....cause it gets your little cunt all fucking wet for me....makes this pussy crave my cock even more doesnt it?" he growls and I moan as a second finger pumps into my sore  but dripping cunt. 

"I dont have to fuck this pussy to own it Dahlia....it will always be mine....it will always belong to me.....and it doesnt matter how many other pussies I fuck....your little cunt will always want me....you know why pretty girl?" he asks and kisses against my ear and I groan as I feel my cunt tighten. 

"Because you're a pathetic little whore...so fucking damaged baby....I can do whatever I want to you Dahlia...and you love every fucking second...cause I can hurt you better than anyone else can" he whispers. 

Fuck him. 

I turn my head and lift my hand behind his head and pull him to my mouth and he groans, letting me, he deepens the kiss chuckling into my mouth as his fingers fuck me hard and I gush over them, cumming hard and fast and crying out my orgasm into his mouth. 

Because Lincoln Laveau was right. I'd take whatever he gave he me, and I'd enjoy it, just as much as I hated it, if not more.