EroticReverie

Chanel 

I don't leave my door open, and I don't leave it unlocked. Not this time. Because I know he'll come up here, he'll expect to find it open, or left ajar. And I know it'll piss him off when he can't see what I'm doing. 

"Oh baby" the man groans as I ride him. I'd stripped him down while making out with him and pushed him right onto my bed, rolled the fucking condom on his already hard dick and put my pussy on him before he could change his fucking mind. He wouldn't though. They never did. 

"you didnt wear any panties" he groans. "That's so sexy baby" he grunts as he barely thrusts up into me, but I dont need him to do the work, I'm perfectly capable. But it's a hell of a lot more fun when they can actually fuck worth a damn. 

"Yeah? You like me being a naughty girl?" I moan as I bounce my cunt on his cock, coming down hard on his cock. He has a big dick, not as big as the one probably outside my door right now listening instead of watching.  But it's good, and it's what I need right now. 

"mm you're a wild thing" he groans as I fuck him harder and faster, panting, my pussy clenching around his cock as I fuck him just how i'd fuck Zayne. Taking what I want, what I need. 

"fuck , you fuck good for a young woman" he groans and I give a little smirk. 

"Yeah, i fuck you like a little slut don't i?" I ask as I place my hands on his chest as ride him , rocking my hips. 

"you sure do" he groans. "fuck thats so good baby" 

"mm fuck, your pussy is so tight" he grunts and I clench harder and her groans even louder. 

I swivel and then pull up and leave his cock as I turn around. 

"what are you. oh..yeah...yeah, show me that ass" he groans as I pull up my dress around my waist and ride him in reverse, sinking down on his cock. 

I was losing interest in him, having to look at him. I wanted to fuck him and use him and pretend he was someone else. And it was difficult to imagine him as the twenty two year old pain in my ass step brother, when he was forty three and looked nothing like Zayne. He didnt even sound like Zayne. Not even close. His voice wasnt deep, it was sexy, it didnt make me fucking shiver or make my pussy fucking ache. 

"Oo thats a nice ass baby, mmmm" he groans and grabs my ass as I lean forward, hands on the bed between his legs as I close my eyes and fuck his dick, bouncing my ass up and down. I wish he'd just shut up. 

"mmmm you're a fun one" he groans and spanks me and I yelp. It's hard, but it's good, and it's how a guy should fucking spank me if he wants to excite me. No soft little slaps that barely sting. 

"spank me again" I moan and pant. 

"yeah? You like that honey?" he grunts and thrusts up into me and I moan. I hated him calling me baby and honey, but whatever. 

"Yeah" i answer him and he does it again as I yelp.

"fuck yes, do it again, spank me, please, harder" I whine. 

He groans and slaps me so fucking hard on my ass, and I feel it fucking burn and gasp as I clench on his cock. 

"fuck me" I cry. "fuck me" I plead, needing him to fucking pound me now. 

"mm yeah, that dick gets your young pussy excited? mmmm" he groans and I would roll my fucking eyes if I wasnt keeping them closed as I fucked him. 

"Yeah" i answer, telling him what he wants to hear. 

"your seventeen year old little snatch likes that big dick doesnt it honey?" he grunts and thrusts into me and I want to fucking cringe, and i do, but i also moan as his cock sends me up , his hands hands pulling me back down as he thrusts into me again. 

"uh huh" I moan , because I couldnt lie , as long as he kept fucking me like that, i'd enjoy it, maybe even enough to get off. 

That's thing the with the older men, they always acted as if my age was a problem, even when I told them I was eighteen. But as soon as they were fucking me, the fact I was young enough to be their daughter , turned them on. And they wouldnt admit it until they were inside of me. Until they lost control and felt like they were hot shots for fucking a teenage girl. 

"Daddy fucking his little girl good?" he grunts and thrusts harder and I cringe again. He wasnt the first guy to call himself daddy while fucking me, but god i'd hope he'd be the last. I didnt mind dirty talk, but I hated when guys called themselves that. I try to ignore it. 

"Beg daddy to fuck you honey, beg daddy for his dick" he grunts and keeps thrusting as I move , riding him as he fucks me. 

I would NOT call him daddy. 

"Please...please fuck me" I moan. His dick felt really good when he fucked me like this and I wanted more.

"Call me Daddy" he groans. 

I wince and just keep riding him, ignoring his request.

"Call me daddy while you fuck that dick honey, cmon, be daddys good little girl" he grunts. 

I dont say it. I refuse and I hiss as she slaps my ass hard. 

"Come on your dirty little slut, fuckin say it for me" he growls. 

I bite my lip and keep fucking him, hoping he'll just let it go. 

 "come on" he growls. 

I whimper and he slaps my ass again.

"Call me daddy you little slut" he snarls. 

I wince and that's the last straw, I cant fucking do this. I lunge forward, and off his cock , but he growls and grabs me and then is pulling me back. 

"no, stop" I say shaking my head. As he pins me down and slips between my legs. 

"oh it's too late that for honey" he says . "You dont get to say no now" 

My eyes widen and he smirks down at me, and slaps his hand over my mouth , pinning me down as I thrash and kick and he groans, reaching down between our bodies.

"you're gonna give me your pussy the right way honey" he says and I hear the snap of the condom and see him toss it. I scream into his hand and then reach up and I scratch my nails right over his face, digging in, feeling my nails dig and watch the marks form immedatiely as he howls.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he growls as I quicky scramble, moving, kicking him in the dick as I move and he groans and grabs his dick as he shoots out his hand and I lunge forward, off the bed and too the floor with a thud as he hangs onto my ankle. 

"GET OFF ME!" I scream, and then kick my legs so hard that his grip loosens ans I yank it again as he growls and then Im scrambling up onto my knees. 

"You little fucking bitch, you god damn tease!" he snarls and I'm breathing hard as I push to my feet and whimpering as he swings his feet off the bed. 

"Cmere you little bitch" he growls and I'm running across my room and gasping as the door swings open and I run smack into Zaynes chest. I almost fall back, but his arm wraps around me as I shake. 

I always knew I was playing with fire. I knew that some men were monsters, but I guess, I'd been "lucky" up until now. 

"Go downstairs Chanel." Zayne says calmly. 

"We were playing around...a little role play" the guys laughs. 

"Go downstairs. And tell the others to come up here please." Zayne says stroking my hair as I just nod, and pull down my dress and Zayne gently pushes me to the side and behind him. 

I hear the man I brought home start to talk , start to make excuses as I scramble down the hall on shaky legs, not even realizing i'm crying until it becomes hard to see through the blue of them in my eyes. 

I make my way downstairs, I'm shaking and stuggling to breathe as I hit the room where all of Zayne's friends are, some I know, some I dont. 

"Za...Zayne said, he needs you..all..up..upstairs" I say and the friends that I do know , Damon, Kaleb and Vincent are all standing up immediately. 

"You stay with her." Vincent says to Damon who nods and the other three guys there stand, and follow vincent and Kaleb. 

I hear them shout for Zayne, and he calls to them so they know which room to find him as Damon walks over.

"You good?" he asks and I shake my head. 

"Cmere, cmon" he says and then nods, gently placing a hand on my shoulder and walks me over to one of the seats at the card table and sits me down and then sits down beside me in another chair.

"What happened , whose up there?" he asks and I just shake my head. 

"Some guy...I....he...." I dont even know what to say. 

"Did he hurt you?" Damon asks me and I shake my head. 

"Not really....he...was going to...I...we were...having sex...but...i told him to stop...then he.." I sniffle, shaking my head. "It's my fault." 

"fuck off with that" Damon says. I lift my eyes to him and almost laugh at his response and give a weak little smile as tears roll down my cheeks. 

"He just....he told me it was too  late to say no..then he took the condom off....told him i was going to give it to him the right way....then i scratched his face and kneed him in the dick." I say and Damon's mouth curls up at the corner. 

"Good girl" he says and nods. "As you should have." 

I flinch as I hear a crash up stairs, several feet moving around and more loud noises and cursing.

"Dont let him kill him" I say in a panic. 

"He won't." Damon says. 

"He's going to be pissed." I say. 

"Who that guy? So what? Fuck him." he huffs. 

"no, Zayne" I say and Damon quirks a brow at me and then smiles. 

"I'm sure he'll get over it pretty quickly." he says and then reaches over and places a hand on my hair, and messies it like im a little kid. 

"He likes you too much to get mad at you." Damon says.

I huff. "No he doesnt, he just like messing with me and arguing with me." 

Damon smiles and shakes his head. "And he likes talking about you non fucking stop...it's fuckin annoying." 

My brows lift as I flinch from another loud crash upstairs. 

"You drive him insane." Damon says and I roll my eyes.

"He drive ME insane" I grumble and Damon laughs. 

"Keep giving him shit." Damon says and I cock my head. 

"He loves it." Damon winks. 

My brows lift. "He does?" 

Damon smiles and nods. "Oh yeah. Big time. But do us all a favor, and dont bring anyone other guys home, cause regardless of what the guy did, he would have had it coming from Zayne either way." 

"You're trouble." Damon shakes his head. 

I roll my eyes. "no im not" 

I hear the door upstairs open and then the sounds of several feet and the dragging thud of something along the stairs. 

"Shit" I hiss as I get up and run from the room and Damon follows, my heels clicking along the tiled floor and I gasp as I see the guy limp and struggling to try to walk as two of the guys I dont really know , drag him under the arm and towards the door. 

He's dripping blood all over the white floors as they drag him outside, threatening him with every step they take as the other guys opens the front door and they drag him down the steps. 

"You." Zayne's voice bellow int he foyer, drawing my eyes from the guy being dragged out of the door to him. 

He curls his finger, and pull it toward him. 

I swallow. 

"Just remember. He wont be pissed for long. Give him hell" Damon whispers. 

But Zayne looks fucking terrifying right now, his nostrils flaring and the hand he's beckoning me with is covered in the other mans blood. 

Kaleb And Vincent look to Damon and then the floors. 

"Get shit for cleanup." Kaleb says. 

"Her carpets a fucking mess." he says and I just blink at him. 

"Chanel." Zayne's voice vibrates the air. 

"Don't make me come get you. Come the fuck here." he growls. 

"better do what he says." Vincent mutters and I suck in a breath as I look up at him.

I move slowly, walking in my heels and my dress as I side step the drops of blood on the floor and on the stairs to Zayne at the top of the steps. He turns before I get to him and walks down the hall, past my room and I follow my head turning and my eyes going wide, my carpet covered in patches of blood. 

He walks into the grand bathroom, one thats not connected to anyones bedroom and walks over to the sink and I wrap my arms around myself as I follow and he scowls to himself as he throws on the water and starts to wash his hands. 

"I'm only going to tell you one time." Zayne says. 

I lift my head and look at him and he lifts his head, his jaw ticking as he glares at me in the mirror. 

"You're done fucking random men, and random boys. You're done. You hear me?" he glowers.

I give a single nod. I wasn't planning on it anyways. I'd played with fire and came close to getting burned tonight. I didnt want a man in control of me. I didnt want him taking from me. It was my job to take. Not theirs. 

"Get over here." he says, still washing his hands and I walk over until im next to him, his head turning as he looks at me. 

"Are you hurt?" he asks me. I shake my head. 

"Tell me what happened." he says and I just look at him. But I tell him. The same thing I told Damon. His nostrils flare as he glares at me, turning off the water and turning toward me.

"You wanna play games? You play them with me. You're done playing with strangers. You got it?" he growls. 

"You want to feel powerful and conquer men...i'll let you fucking do whatever the fuck you want to me. Just stay the fuck away from guys you don't fucking know. do you fucking understand me?" he says angrily. 

"Yes" I bite out. "I hear you the first time!" 

"God damn it" he growls and grabs my jaw. "You dont get to fucking talk back to me after I just beat the shit out of some-"

"Nobody asked you to!" I argue and his eyes flare. 

'No, cause you didnt fucking have to, did you? I did that shit all on my own, because no woman...or little fucking girl deserves that." he snarls. 

"Im not a little girl" I lift my chin and he glowers at me. 

"You're a pain in my ass, is what you are" he says and I narrow my eyes. 

"Bite me." I say and his lips twitch. 

"I save your ass and this is what I get? A fucking attitude?" he asks. 

"I saved myself. You...just ruined my carpet." I say and his jaw ticks. 

"Take a fucking shower. Wash that old man off of you." he says and I feel my skin crawl. 

Zayne leans down and my eyes go to his mouth, back to his eyes as he brings his face closer, and turns my jaw and kisses my cheek. 

"Fucking pain in the ass" he mutters and nudges my cheek with his nose. Then stands back up and looks at me, shaking his head, dropping his hand and then turns and leaves me standing there in the bathroom just looking at the door, as I rub my cheek.