EroticReverie

We were only on object twelve when I collapsed to the bed. My ass burning everywhere. The tight rim of my asshole and my caned cheeks were on fire. Even with all the lube. My asshole was sore. Yet my pussy was still dripping for his cruelness and this game. 

I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel how his cock felt against my tongue. How his cum tasted and I wanted to hear him groan with himself in my mouth. I wanted to suck his cock and show him how much I loved him.  How much I needed him. 

“Are you done little whore?” He asks and I shake my head with a tiny whimper. 

He groans and then is on the bed.  Over me. Straddling my legs as he hovers over me.  Leaning down one hand bracing him as he brings his mouth to the side of my face near my ear. 

“You’re pathetic” he hisses as I feel him grab his dick and push it against my cunt. And I gasp.  My ass lifting. My pussy welcoming him.  

“You want this cock stuffed in your worthless little cunt so fucking bad” he growls and teases me. The head stroking my center.  Pushing over the core of me that aches and drips for him. 

“Please” I cry. I bite my lip hard and wince. The pain of needing him is overwhelming. The ache inside me is unbearable. 

“Lincoln.” I cry. Tears rolling down my cheeks. 

“Please!” I cry and he groans. 

“Your cunt is so fucking wet pretty girl” he says through clenched teeth. 

“Makes me wanna pound this cock deep into it…to fuck your desperate little fucking hole” he says and I whine. 

“Beg me” he snarls. 

“Please! Please Lincoln!” I cry. 

“Please fuck me!” I plead. 

“Please!” I beg over and over as he just rubs the head of his cock over that spot again and again. Making me sob with need. 

“Do they not fuck you good enough ?” He asks. 

“Do they not fill that little whore cunt of yours well enough?”

“Look at you. Fucking desperate for the cock that has yet to fuck away at your nasty little cock hungry cunt”  he growls. 

“The cock that owns you. That runs this fucking pussy, is the one you can’t fucking have” he taunts and then his hand cups my pussy and I whimper as his cock stops teasing and I know he’s not going to give it to me. 

He rubs my clit and I move. My hips lifting and he massages me. 

“Who do you love the most Dahlia?” He asks. 

I whimper. Because he already knows the answer. 

“You” I cry. 

“Mmmm” he groans. 

“Why Dahlia? Why do you love me the most when I think you’re nothing but a dirty little worthless fuck toy?” He asks. 

His words were like knives to my heart but they also licked my brain with the demented pleasure I sought when I came to his room. 

I loved them for how much they hurt me. 

“Because” I cry. 

“Why dahlia?” He grows and his hand slides back. Two fingers slipping inside of me and I wince at the harsh way they plunge into me. 

“Because you’re the only one who knows how to hurt me the way I need” I whimper. 

A low groan comes from him. 

“Youre such a broken little slut” he groans and then grabs me turning me over. 

My lower lip trembles as he stares down at me. Reaching down he again begins to tease me with his cock. The head of it running up and down my pussy. 

“I love your stupid little wet cunt, and your dumb little tears” he says and my lip still trembles as I fist the covers beneath me. 

“I love making you cry” he says. 

“Love hurting you and knowing you’re stupid little cunt still wants me” 

“Hurting you and watching you beg for more”

“Your tears make my cock so fucking hard pretty girl” 

His cock pushes over my clit and he rubs it against the spot back and forth and I move my hips as I fight my tears and feel my body begging him for more. 

“You are such a perfect whore Dahlia” he says. 

“MY perfect whore. They fuck you. But I own you. They know it. I know it. You know it.  You are mine pretty girl” he says. 

“And I don’t even have to fuck you to keep you coming crawling like a desperate little slut for more” he groans. 

His cock stops sliding back and forth across me and he grabs me flipping me back over and I whimper. 

“Pick another object. You’re almost halfway there little slut.” 

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The next thing to go in my ass is my own finger.  A small gentle reprieve from

The thick dildos, the handles of knives and a glass bottle he’d fucked my ass with just previously. 

“Play with your little asshole pretty girl” he groans and I can tell by his voice as he watches behind me that he’s touching himself. Stroking his cock while watching me finger my ass. 

“That feel good? Fingering that used ass?” He asks and I whimper and nod. 

“Pick something else.  That asshole needs to be stretched. “ he groans. 

“I’m bored with dildos. Get creative” he says and I nod. Looking around. 

He walks over to the night stand and grabs his remote and tosses it to the bed. 

“This” he says. 

I take it. Embarrassed to put something so strange inside of me. But the shame turns me on even more as I bend over in front of him and proceed to push it inside of me. I can feel the rubber buttons drag against the rim of my ass and the hard plastic stretch me open. 

“Very good” he says. 

“Fuck yourself with it” he demands and I follow his orders. Pulling it out and pushing it back in. 

“Disgusting little whore” he snarls. 

He reaches over. Grabs the remote. Tossing it on the bed. 

“Cmon. Let’s go show the others your new talent of how you can stuff things in that little whore ass of yours” he says and grabs my arm. 

Pulling on his sweats he takes me downstairs. The others are down there sitting in the living room. Their friends Mark and Davis that I’ve met plenty are there as well.  Their eyes going wide as Lincoln stands in the doorway holding me by my upper arm. 

“Dahlia wants to have a little show and tell” Lincoln says. 

“Uh. Hey Dahlia” Davis says lifting a hand and waving. 

“Lincoln” Salem says as if he’s about to tell him it’s not the time. 

“Go over there and show Davis and Mark your little asshole.” Lincoln says.  I look at him. His nostrils flared. 

“Lincoln” Salem says again. But he only looks at me. His jaw clenched. 

“Do it.” He says and I swallow and walk over to them. 

Davis lifts his brows. Mark leaning back into the couch the side of the couch they both sit on. 

“We’ve been upstairs playing a little game” Lincoln says as I walk in front of them. Each of them looking at me. Their eyes everywhere on me. 

“If shes a good girl.  She gets to suck my dick.” Lincoln says and I look to Salem who has an angry tight lipped scowl on his face. 

It wasn’t often the others liked other guys seeing me. Other than scantily clad outfits they put me on for fetish nights. I was never naked in front of men in our home besides them. 

I look to Landon who is looking at me as I lean down in front of Davis and Mark. My back to them as I place my hands to the coffee table in front of me. 

“We’ve been seeing how many things her little ass can take. She’s up to thirteen so far. We started out with fifty. But I’ve been kind and dropped it to thirty” he says. 

“She gets to thirty.  She can have my cock in her pretty mouth.” He says. 

“Oh” Davis says. They were good enough friends with the guys that they knew exactly what our relationship was like. But they didn’t know how desperate I was for Lincoln. Or the ways he tortured me or the way he kept me from him. 

“Spread that ass Dahlia. Better yet. Davis. Why don’t you see how much of that bottle you can fit in her ass” he says to Davis who was holding a beer bottle. 

“Uhh” Davis says. 

“No.” Salem says and stands. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me and then takes me into the other room and Lincoln scoffs and follows. 

“She’s a whore. Not a child. Don’t coddle her.” Lincoln says as Salem holds my face so gently it makes me cry. 

“Fuck off Lincoln. Jesus Christ 

What is wrong with you?!” He whisper yells and Salem thumbs away my tears. 

“You alright?” He asks and I nod sniffling as he pulls me into his chest. 

“Go fuck off Lincoln. You’re done.” He says and I shake my head. 

“But I-“ I start. 

“No. You’re fucking done.” He says to me. 

“I’m over this bullshit” he says. 

“You don’t bring her down here and tell another guy who isn’t us to fuck her god damn ass with his beer bottle. She’s ours. And she’s fucking mine. And I won’t watch you do that shit with her. You’re fucked up Lincoln. We’re all sick of it. You’re losing your fucking mind lately. Scared cause you know you fucking love her ass. Scared cause you are IN love with her. Just as much as we are.  Whatever fucked up shit you got going on in your head. Deal with it. You’re not touching her again.” Salem says. 

Lincoln laughs. 

“Tell her that. She’s the whore that keeps coming back for more” he says. 

“Go fuck yourself” Salem says as we hear the front door close and then Landon and Jasper join us in the other room. 

“What the fuck man?” Jasper asks Lincoln with a shake of his head. 

I look to Lincoln and he only crosses his arms. 

“Tell them Dahlia. Tell them who you belong to. Who you listen to. Who owns you.” He says and I open my mouth to speak but Salem cuts me off 

“Dont Dahlia. Stop it. Stop letting him play this fucked up game. It’s going too far now.” Salem says and then pulls me out of the room and upstairs as I hear Landon and Jasper argue with Lincoln. 

Salem takes me to the bathroom.  Runs me a bath and puts me in it to soak. My ass burning from the warm water on the welts. 

Salem sits beside the tub on the edge and grabs my chin. 

“This has to stop Dahlia.” He says. 

“But I-“

“I know. But I don’t think either of you understand how difficult it is for us to watch  you get broken down every fucking day” he says. 

“I understand you and him have some deeper darker connection with each other. But it’s not a healthy one. And it’s dangerous. And we’re all afraid that he’s really gonna fuck your head up.”

Salem says. 

“We don’t mind it to an extent. But. It’s every fucking day Dahlia” he says. 

“You might not realize it but it has changed you. It’s changed all of us. Lincoln need to get over himself.  You’re letting him have all he wants. While giving you nothing.” He says. 

“I love him”

I croak. 

“I know you do.” He sighs. 

“But we love you too, and we can’t let it go on like this. You’re not happy. We can tell youre. not happy. You may think you are baby 

But what he’s doing. Isn’t what we all agreed on.  He’s torturing you and breaking your mind.  I don’t even think he fucking realizes how serious it is. The shit he does. Whether you ask him to or not. He should be man enough to know better. “ he says and I just look down. 

“I don’t mind it” I say quietly. 

He sighs. “Yeah. I know” 

“Just…just relax in the bath.  You’re sleeping with me tonight alright?” He says and I look up. 

I give a single nod. “Ok”