EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Lincoln Laveau

I can tell me stabbing the guy probably scared her more than the guy trying to fucking assault her, but I don't care. Because nobody touches her but us, ever. And she needs to know that I'll fuck up any guy that disrespects her, and disrespects us. 

Once we're home I go straight to my room without another word to Dahlia. 

She was supposed to get a punishment tonight, and fuck I want to give it to her, but not after what happened at the party. 

I pull off my shirt and toss it, check my hands and arms, tiny splatters of that bastards blood all over my god damn hands. I grit my teeth when I remember the petrified look on her face when I got to the top of the stairs, then the look of utter disbelief when I'd pulled a knife and taught the fucker a lesson he'd never forget. 

I walk out of my bedroom to make my way to the bathroom to clean up and find Dahlia standing outside my room right there in front of the door, her mouth parting to say something, but the words getting lost. 

"What?" I ask, my nostrils flaring, my fucking body down to my bones, aching with need to hurt her right now, and taste her. I want to taste her mouth, her skin, that phenomenal cunt, and the blood under her skin. But I won't do any of that, not when I'm this worked up. I don't want any rage that belongs to that fucking bastard, taken out on her. 

"I....I just....when did you want me to come to your room, I wasnt sure...I can come back, or.." she trails off and her eyes go to the blood on my arms and she reaches up, her soft fucking hand touching my cheek, near my jaw. 

"You have blood on your face" she says quietly. 

"Yes" I say. 

I just watch her as she peeks to the other side of my face and then back down at my hands. 

"thank you" she says still looking down. 

I grunt and put a hand on her waist and push her to the side gently and walk out of my room to the bathroom. 

"You can sleep in your room, or with one of the others tonight. Your punishment is void." I tell her and hear a short stammer. 

"Wha.....why?" she asks and I walk into the bathroom and turn on the sink, grabbing a wash cloth. 

I see her out of the corner of my eyes walk a step into the bathroom.

"Why?" she asks again. 

"Fuck Dahlia" I growl. "It just fucking is!" I say , raising my voice at her , watching her flinch back, and I can feel my blood pressure rising, just having to look at her. My attraction to her was fucking dangerous, and I wanted to hurt her even more when she made me feel bad for yelling or hurting her feelings. I never cared about that shit. It was my way. Stay cold. Stay unfeeling. But fuck, I felt everything looking at her. 

"Dont yell at me!" she says trying to sound strong and firm but her voice cracks and I breathe out heavily. 

"Raise your voice again Dahlia" I say under my breath, but enough that she hears me. 

"I want my punishment" she says, and I shake my head. 

"No." I say and turn to the mirror and then wipe the specks of blood from my face and neck. 

"Please" she says. 

"Dahlia get the fuck out" I snarl without looking at her and then take soap and wash the blood of my hands and forearms and I can feel her standing there still. My breathing heavier as she steps closer slowly, and I can feel the fucking girl in my hands, her pretty neck in my grip. I groan.

"Please dont make me sleep alone" she says quietly. 

"There's three other men in this house" I argue and glare at her and she scowls. 

"Well maybe I wanna sleep with the one who stabbed a man for me tonight!" she says angrily and I lose it, turning, my hand flies to her perfect neck and pushes her against the wall as she looks up at me. 

She's still wearing the damn outfit she wore to the party, and she looks hot as fuck with that slutty eye makeup and short little t shirt dress. 

"Dahlia....you are NOT...sleeping in my room tonight...do you understand?" I squeeze her neck, and watch her eyes fill with tears and her lower lip tremble and she slaps at my arm , and pulls at it , to try to get me off her. 

I growl and lean down quickly, and crash my mouth to hers. Making her let out a surprised squeak and then she's kissing me back, taking full advantage of my mouth on hers. 

I bite hard on her lips and she yelps and I suck on her lip, tasting the metallic liquid on my tongue. I groan into her mouth. 

"You taste so fucking good pretty girl" I groan and grab her jacket, pushing it off her shoulders and she moans into my mouth as I reach down and pull up her little fucking tank top dress and rip it off over her head. 

I lift her up by the backs of her thighs, pushing against her, pinning her to the wall and her hot legs wrap around me with those hot little platform boots still on, her fishnets and a god damn garter belt with no fucking panties. 

I grab her tits hard and she moans as I squeeze them. 

"You want me to fucking punish you Dahlia?" I growl and squeeze her flesh even harder, her tits bulging with my grasp, between my fingers and she groans and pants. 

"Yes" she whimpers. 

"You sound pitiful when you whimper like a little slut" I groan. 

"hurt me" she moans. I lift one hand and slap her face. 

"Shut the fuck up" I growl and grab her jaw hard and squeeze and bite that fucking lip of hers again, making more blood spill from it and she winces and whimpers in pain. I lick the spot where the red spreads, tasting her blood and suck her lip and dig my cock into her through my pants. 

"yes sir" she moans. 

I clench my jaw, trying to find the will power to send her away, to her room or to the others, but fuck, I want to destroy her. 

"If you come to my fucking room tonight Dahlia....there's no fucking safe word." I growl and she nods. 

"okay" she breathes. "I dont want one" she moans. 

I grab her jaw. 

"If you come to my room" I glare at her my eyes right in those ice colored eyes of hers. 

"I'm going to hurt you pretty girl.....bad....really fucking bad.....because I'm not just going to punish you for the things you've done....I'm going to punish you for the things that bastard thought he could do to you....and you'll bleed far more than he did Dahlia." and her eyes come to mine, her mouth parted and her eyes looking at me. 

"what are you gonna do?" she asks quietly. She's scared. And she fucking should be, I grind into her and she moans arching her back. 

I lean in and whisper in her ear. " Fucking break you." 

Dahlia Raven Blackwell

I've never seen Lincoln like he was tonight. He's always scary, sometimes more than others. But tonight he was beyond terrifying. He lost his shit and stabbed a man in the fucking hand for touching me. Not just beat his ass, but fucking stabbed him.  So I knew I was playing with fire, that he was still riding on the wave of rage from Mickey's and that guy. 

"Fucking break you" he whispers in my ear and my hips push forward, to grind my cunt against the erection in his pants. 

No safe word, I think to myself. I've come close to using it with him a few times, and knew that tonight, I would need one. But he wasn't offering me one. 

Consensual non consent. Like with Annika and the boys raping me while passed out. I'd agreed to that. I'd trusted them.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I ask. 

The corner of his mouth lifts a bit for a split second before he schools his dark gaze. 

"No." he answers. 

"Cut me?"  I ask. 

"Yes." he replies. 

I lick my lips and stare at him and his hand is on my throat his thumb stroking the column of my throat. 

"Spank me?" I ask. 

"And whip you." he says and I let out a moan. 

He growls as I push into his hips. 

"I want safe words" I tell him and he shakes his head. 

"No." he says , his thumb pressing harder against my throat as he watches his thumb stroke my neck. 

"There's no shame in being scared and saying no pretty girl...because you SHOULD be fucking scared of the things I want to do to you if you come to my fucking room tonight." he tells me and my cunt begs me to say yes. Let him have you.

I swallow hard. 

"You come to my room Dahlia....I promise to hurt your feelings, give you that mind fuck you know you fucking love that makes your damn cunt so fucking wet." he groans and I moan. 

"I promise to hurt your fucking body, and soak my god damn bed with your tears." he says and grips my neck. 

"youre going to fucking bleed for me Dahlia..like you never have." he grits his teeth and I moan. 

I wanted it. I did. But, could I handle it? I could only imagine what Lincoln wanted to do to me right now, and what I was imagining, probably wasn't even half as bad. 

"I'll come to your room, if you fuck me" I say, trying my hand at bargaining. Big mistake.

I gasp when his hand slaps my face. 

"quit being so fucking desperate Dahlia" he growls in my ear and I whimper. 

"that's why that guy thought he could touch you, he could smell the desperation of your stupid little cunt" he growls and I whimper.

"he knew what a little fucking whore you are" his voice is deep in my ear, my body still writhing between him and the wall. 

"could probably smell that wet pussy, could smell my little bitch in heat" he says and I moan. 

"Lincoln, please" I moan as he kisses my neck softly, so fucking softly that it doesnt even feel like him kissing me. 

"Let me break you." he groans. 

I look in his eyes. 

"Say yes" he growls through his teeth. 

I pant and whimper, grinding my pussy against him and I breathe my answer. 

"yes"