EroticReverie

Dahlia Raven Blackwell

The promise of punishment from Lincoln had loomed over me for most of the morning until the afternoon when Salem decided they were all going to go to Mickey's later. Mickey was their friend, I guess he was mine too, although I'd only met him a handful of times. Big on kink like my guys and myself, Mickey's house was nothing other than a sex dungeon really. I'd only been there once, briefly, and had only seen the front room, which was painted black, with a red leather sofa, benches and a fucking pillory. I cant lie when I say I'd gotten wet the second I'd seen the pillow and imagined my neck and wrists stuck inside , leaving me helpless to let men use me. Well, my men anyways. 

"He's gonna have glory holes." Salem says and I turn my head as he talks to the guys. 

"Oh really?" Landon says with a smirk. 

"Is he looking for volunteers?" Jasper asks and they all laugh. 

I'd yet to be to one of Mickey's infamous kink parties. Apparently the guy threw them multiple times each month, and people were only allowed by invite, and some would even travel hours to come and play for the night, or observe. 

The guys were pretty much always invited because they were close with mickey, but really only went once a month or less. 

"Do I get to go?" I ask and look at the guys. Salem grins. 

"You wanna go baby?" he asks and I shrug. 

"She does." Landon says with a grin. 

"You aren't allowed to play with anyone baby." Salem says. 

"I know that...I just....I don't want to sit at home alone." I say with another shrug. 

"You're not going to get jealous watching them play with other pussy?" Lincoln pipes in, and I fight tossing him a glare. I know he's baiting me, making his point even more clear, that I hold the other three to different standards than him. 

"I wont get jealous...of any of you." I clarify. 

He huffs a little laugh as if he doesnt believe me. 

"If she goes I get to dress her." Landon says licking his lips and giving me a wink.  I knew that meant I'd be wearing a collar and leash at least. 

"You still wanna go, if this fool is the one dressing you?" Salem jokes and Landon gives a fake snarl. 

"Yes please." I say and Salem looks to the others and Lincoln.

"I dont give a fuck" Lincoln says. 

I feel my fists tighten and have the itch to smack him. God he drives me mad. 

"Alright then baby, you can come" Salem says and I smile. 

"Thank you." I answer with a giddy little wiggle and then stand and walk over to Salem and straddle him on the couch. 

"Oh, you're very very welcome doll face" he says and grabs my ass. 

"C'mon, you can thank me properly with that mouth on my cock" he says and grins as he stands, lifting me and I giggle as Jasper and Landon sigh. Lincoln pays us no attention as Salem takes me to his room. 

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After getting fucked into next year by Salem, we all eat an early dinner. I make a vegetable lasagna per Jasper's request. 

"Oh and youll be happy to know" Salem says. "We decided no more punishments for you involving eating alone in the kitchen" he says. 

My face lights up but it's darkened when Lincoln drop shis fork. 

"When the fuck did we decide that?" his voice makes me jump slightly, I look to him but he's glaring at the others, his eyes shifting between them. 

"We did. Earlier." Jasper says. 

"The fuck we did" Lincoln says. 

"Three to one Lincoln, your vote wasn't needed" Salem says and I watch as Lincolns nostrils flare and he looks at me, and I quickly look down not wanting that gaze directed at me. 

"Well I didnt agree to shit. So if I want to make you eat like a fucking bitch. You will." he growls. 

The other three sigh. 

"okay" I say quietly, still looking down. 

"Not during dinner you wont" Salem says and I lift my eyes to look at him, but he's glaring at Lincoln, I look to Lincoln who is still glaring at me. 

"We'll fucking see about that, won't we?" he growls. 

I bite my lip and look back down. 

"Our whore is mine tonight" Lincoln says. 

I lift my eyes to his.

"Fuck that she's with me tonight" Landon says, "you just had her." he says. 

"She's owed a fucking punishment. So she either doesnt go tonight, and we stay home and I dole out her punishment. Or she's with me after when we get back." he says. 

Landon sighs. "Whatever" 

"I can stay here if you want" I say to him and he Landon looks at me and shakes his head. 

"She's mine tomorrow night" Landon declares. Lincoln only nods, looking at me. 

"Better get cleaning if you wanna go to the ball Cinderella" Lincoln smirks and with a wave of his hand , his plate and the tray of the rest of the lasagna is swiped from the table to the floor, splattering all over the floor and the wall. 

"Jesus christ" Salem yells as I jump, wincing. 

I nod and get up. 

Salem rubs his face and Jasper and Landon just get up and leave the table. 

Lincoln watches me the entire time, watches me clear the table, then pick up the plate and tray of food that thankfully didnt break.

He watches me wash the wall , the table legs and the floor, wiping up all traces of food and sauce. 

I don't look at him once, and when I'm done I go to the kitchen and start to rinse the dishes. 

In my leggings and t shirt still , I gasp slightly when Lincoln brushes up behind me. My hands freeze. 

"Keep washing" he whispers in my ear, and I feel everything tighten, my breath, my nipples and my core and my toes curl in my socks at the sound of his voice as he ducks his mouth to my neck and kisses it. 

My eyes flutter and I tilt my head to the side, his hands cage me in, as he sets them on the counter. 

"they cant protect you from me pretty girl" he whispers and then his teeth scrape my neck. 

"i know" I breathe quietly. 

I hiss inwardly , gripping the dish rag in my hand and letting out an unsteady breath as his one hand leaves the counters and goes between my legs. 

"you still love me pretty girl?" he whispers and I whimper and nod.

"say it then" he says, his voice dark and dangerous in my ear. 

"I love you" I pant as his fingers push against the seam of my legging , rubbing against where my clit is. I let out a little sigh and a moan. 

"why do you love me pretty girl?" he asks. 

"you're perfect" I moan. 

He groans in my ear. 

"Even when I make you cry?" he growls in my ear, his hand sliding up then down into my pants, finding my soaking core and sliding his finger into me. I gasp and drop the rag and brace my hands on the counter. 

"especially then" I breathe heavily and my hips rock into his finger and my head goes back. 

"whats your fucking problem with me sticking my dick in other cunts?" he asks and I groan. 

"I want you to myself" I answer honestly. 

He bites my neck and I gasp and whimper as he slides a second finger into me. 

"You get three other cocks, and I only get one pussy? How is that fair pretty girl?" he asks. 

I groan. "It's not"

"You're right...it's not Dahlia...no matter how precious this little pussy is" he whispers in my ear and gasp and let out a tiny cry. 

"I cant help it" I whine. "i dont want anyone else to have you" I whimper. 

"shhhhhh" he groans. 

"that's just too bad baby" he says as his fingers curl, hooking in my cunt and I moan. 

"I'll keep fucking more women, till you get it through that stupid little head of yours, that you dont get to control me, or my fucking cock, and what I do with it." he groans as I moan, and hump his hand. 

"I already know that" I whine. 

"You dont fucking act like it." he says and then slides his hand out, leaving me whimpering 

"please dont stop" I whine and gasp as he grinds his cock against my ass, thrusting against me. 

"You might make this cock the hardest its ever been Dahlia...but that doesnt mean a damn thing....just cause youre a hot little bitch, with an equally hot little cunt....doesnt mean you make any rules for my cock baby" he says and I groan and nod. 

"I know, I'm sorry" I whine. "I'll be better" 

I gasp when his hand reaches to the knife block and he pulls out the longest, largest knife and brings it right to my throat and I groan and whimper as he presses it to my neck, the blade biting into my skin. Its not that sharp that it would slide into me with just putting pressure, but if he were to move it back and forth, he could cut me easily. 

"please" I moan. 

"I cant wait to cover you in blood tonight pretty girl" he whispers and I moan.

His other hand reaches to the shirt, lifting it until my tits are exposed and then he takes the point of the knife scrapping it over my breast, the slight sting of the scratch making my nipples tighten harder and my cunt clench. 

"you're gonna look so fucking pretty" he whispers. 

"blood all over these fucking tits" he groans. 

"I'm gonna lick your body clean when I'm done Dahlia." he groans. 

"yes" I pant. He groans louder. 

"You better be a good, good little girl tonight at the party Dahlia." he says and I moan and nod. 

"I will be, i promise" I moan. 

"You're going to watch me play with whores that arent you....and you're going to keep a smile on that pretty little face, and be a good little bitch arent you?" he groans and I whimper but nod. 

"That's right pretty girl...cause if you misbehave....I can't promise that you wont need stitches when im through with you tonight" he growls and I groan. 

"what if i want that?" I ask, my own question surprising me and my eyes widen at the same time he growls. 

"Dont Dahlia" he groans. "Dont fucking tempt me." he says through gritted teeth.