EroticReverie

Arabella - One hour later

"Don't fucking touch me" Victor growls as I try to tend to him as he sits, lip split, with a shiner on his eyes, and a bloody nose. He lost it on Colt....the party went into Chaos. And when Bones, Gage, and Zane came to see what the commotion was, Victor fucking laid into them too. It was a god damn shit show. 

"You're still bleeding" I say, as I ignore his demand for me to stay away from him. The others are down the hall , still cooling down. I grab the washcloth from him, lifting my satin dress, that already has a few blood stains on it, and I straddle myself on his lap. 

"what the fuck are you doing?" he growls, going to move me. 

"stop being so stubborn" I huff and slap his hand off my hip. 

"fuck you" he growls

"fuck you back" I bite back and press the washcloth to his split lip. He snarls slightly at my response. 

"You bring me into a house made for sex Victor....and expect nothing to ever happen?" 

"They know you're mine." he growls and I bite back my smile.

"I'm yours , huh?" I ask as I dab his lip. 

His hands slide up my thighs, to my waist and pulls me closer on his lap.

"I shouldve fucked you the day you came here." he scowls. 

"In your cheap fucking hooker dress and those disgusting stripper heels" he says and I look at him. 

"Why didnt you then?" I ask and his nostrils flare.

"Because you were sixteen." he answers, jaw clenched and his hands sliding up , he pushes my hand away from his face and then grabs the straps on my dress and pulls them down hard, and fast. The fabric whips down and I gasp as my tits become bared to him, his eyes dropping to them. 

"Fuck" He groans, and I can feel his cock hardening beneath me. 

"Vick" I breathe, shortening  his name as his hands cup my breasts, pushing them up, his hands squeezing them and I place my hands on his shoulders and lift up. Bringing them higher, his hands still holding my tits as I slide my fingers up into his hair.

I waited from the day I came here, until now, for Victor to make a fucking move. He gave me occaissional looks and touches that flirted with the edge of right and wrong, but never fucking said or did what he wanted to do. I suppose I respected him for not trying to screw me before I was eighteen. But I'd have let him. I'd wanted to give myself to him. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. And powerful. A bit scary too. He took me in. Protected me, cared for me, kept me safe. I fell in love with him quickly, wanting more from him, wanting to be someone special to him. 

A year after living here, I realized, Victor wasnt going to give into whatever it was he wanted with me. And I was seventeeen for fucks sake, I had raging horomones, and so yeah....one night, Zane fingered me on my bed, while making out with me. Told me I had to keep it a secret. We messed around a few other times, only ever kissing and him rubbing my clit, or fingering me. WE both knew I was Victor's. Even if he didnt want to fuck me. 

Then, there was the night , right before I turned eighteen, Bones came to my room, asked me if he could give me my birthday gift. Which was him, going down on me. 

Then, just the other night...Colt and Gage had a "Talk" with me. About how I needed to start doing more to earn my keep around here. I wasnt stupid, Victor never would have let them use me , but truth be told, I wanted them to. 

I gave handjobs, to both Gage, and Colt last night. After Gage left, Colt fingered me, and ate me out on my bed. And each experience....was hot. Each experience, was wanted, and consensual. Sure I was Victor's...but...I was theirs too. I've known them all for two years, and while they sometimes are ridiculous, and a bit scary, and a bit overwhelming and crazy, they were still, my guys. As much as the others pretended they wanted me to be just like all the other girls, to keep me fro being "trouble" or "getting in the way" of things and the way they were done around here, they cared about me. Maybe not as much as Victor, but they still cared, even if they didnt want to admit it. 

Victor groans as he bites down on my nipple, hands sliding behind me , grabbing my ass in my dress as I breathe harder.

"yes" I exhale. "finally, yes" 

He groans as his hands snatch my dress, lifting it from bewtween us, and both of his hands, reach down and he unbuckles his belt and I curse as his mouth still devours my breasts. 

"Victor....wait" I breathe as he keeps undoing his belt, and I know what he wants. I know what he expects from me right now. I know he's learned that the others have had parts of me, and now he wants to fuck me, so he can have me first. 

"Vick...wait" I breathe as I hear his zipper.

"I'm scared" I blurt out and he stops. 

Victor knows I'm a virgin. They all know. Which is why, even though the others messed around with me, they didn't dare take that from Victor. They also knew, I wanted Victor to have my virginity, that I was in love with him. 

"why?" he asks and stops, looking up at me. 

"I....I just am....it's my first time...i...want it to be with you....but i'm scared" I say and he exhales slowly and lifts a hand, running it through his hair. 

"Go to your room Arabella" he says and I freeze, my heart stopping. 

"what?" I ask, nearly about to cry. He was mad I was scared? Sending me away because I was hesitant about this? 

"fine, we can do it, just do it...i'll do it" I say and he looks at me brows pinching.

"what?" he asks. 

"im not scared, you can have me, i want you to have me." 

"Im not sending you to your room because you're scared Arabella, I'm sending you to your room, because I don't want to fuck you when I'm angry with you." 

"You're angry with me?" I ask.

"You let them touch you....gave yourself to them......you were mine.....and you knew it....they knew it......and if i fuck you right now...I wont be gentle with you. I will make your first time memorable for all the wrong fucking reasons." he says and I swallow. 

"But I dont want to go to my room, I want to stay with you" I say and he looks at me. 

"let me stay" I say. "Please" 

His nose widens and his jaw clenches. 

"please let me stay" I beg and place my hands on his face. "let me stay with you" 

" i want to stay with you" I say, leaning down, bringing my mouth to his. Licking my lips softly. 

"dont" he exhales.

"dont what?" I ask, my mouth hovering.

"dont kiss me" he says, hands grabbing my waist. 

"why not?" I ask, my nose nudging his. 

"i want to kiss you" I whisper. 

"Because ...i dont kiss whores" he says and I freeze.

"Go to your fucking room. Dont make me say it again." his jaw clenches, and my eyes water. 

I pull up my straps as I fly off his lap. Tears ripping down my cheeks before I even reach the door. 

"Arabella?" Bones calls my name, as my bare feet hit the hall floor , and I dont look to him, and run myself through the hall, already crying , sobbing, my tears running down my neck and my chest , by the time I get to my door on the upper floor on the other side of the estate , I can barely breathe. 

"Arabella?" a female voice calls me. Malena. She pretty much the mother figure to the girls, while also the one who handles any of the girls that "fuck up". The runaways, the ones caught stealing, etc. 

I sink to the floor outside my door as she walks over.

"Up...come on....get up....none of that." She says and draws me up by the arm. 

"you made a real mess, didnt you kid?" she sighs and opens my door and helps me inside as I keep crying.

Victor never was cruel to me. I suppose I deserved it now though. To be called a whore. Colt has called me a whore before, but it doesnt bother me. The others tease about it, but never Victor. He never treated me like one, or called me one. Till just now. And it hurt. Because I deserved it, but also because I never thought Id ever hear that word come out of his mouth when talking about me. 

Malena helps me get undressed and draws a bath for me. Then helps me out of the tub after Ive finally stopped crying. She helps dry me off, then hands me a white silk sleep set, shorts and a cami tank. I slip them on, and she tucks me in. 

"Let him calm down. All will be just fine." she says and turns out the light when she leaves. 

Part of me was mad at HIM. What did he really expect ? I've spent the last two years, living around sex. Constant sex. HE fucked the women that worked here all the time. It doesnt matter if he doesnt have feelings for them, he's still fucking them. When he could have been fucking me instead. I should run down there, and rip him a new one, call him a fucking hypocrite. 

My door opens, and I turn my head as I lay on my back. 

"Quite the event tonight, wasnt it doll?" Colt asks from my doorway, his frame, large and muscular , just like Victors.

"Get out." I huff and turn over onto my side, giving my back to the door. 

I hear him step in, the door close, and the lock latch, and I swallow, shivering slightly.

"get out Colt" I say, my voice shaking slightly. Not with fear though. 

My covers are lifted moments later and I feel his weight as he shifts onto the bed.

"He'll be angry you're in here" I say. 

"Let him be." he says and then slides up behind me and wraps me in his arms. I close my eyes. It shouldnt feel as comforting as it does. Especially since Colt is a cold bastard, and the reason Victor lost his shit and found everything out tonight. 

"Why arent you with him right now?" Colt asks and kisses my shoulder, towards my neck. His hand sliding up my tank top, skimming over my skin, fingertips pushing up and up. 

"he...sent me...to my room...he's mad.....he called me a whore" 

"mmm, poor thing, truth hurts a little , doesnt it doll?" he asks and pinches my nipple and I hiss, and tears burn my eyes slightly. God, Colt could be such a fucking dick. Yet, here I was, wet, and my nipples hard and my body wanting more. My body remembers the orgasms I had on his fingers and tongue last night. 

"you're an asshole" I exhale and he chuckles softly against my ear. 

"but you still want me.....don't you doll?" he whispers and I whimper, his hand sliding down, down my torso, down my stomach, down into my sleep shorts, between my legs, his finger pushing between my pussy lips.

"Oh ...yes...you do....you really, really do...." he whispers as he slides his finger inside of me and I gasp, clenching around his finger.

"such a wet little whore ,Arabella.....if he wont fucking give your pussy the attention it needs....I will.....i'll give it everything it needs ....our girl needs to be broken into....your little cunt needs a fucking cock Arabella" he groans in my ear, a secon finger sliding in and I whimper. 

If Victor wanted to call me a whore, then maybe I should be one. Let his brother have me, teach him a lesson. Let all of them have me. 

"Let's get these clothes off ....and my mouth on that pussy while you decide if you need your sweet cunt fucked by my cock or not" he groans and I move, slipping my clothes off as Colt moves down the bed, between my legs and spreads them. 

"my mouth has been watering for more of this cunt, ever since I left your room last night." he groans and I tremble, his breath hovering over my pussy. 

"Did you enjoy me tasting my whore last night Arabella?" he groans. 

"y-yes" 

"mmm, that's right, you sure did, doll.....you gonna cum real good for me again sweet little slut?" he asks, tongue flicking my clit and I cry out.

"yes" I whimper.

"good girl, come to Daddy Colt, Arabella, give me that sweet whore pussy" he says and tugs my hips down a bit and dives his tongue between my lips and drags it up to my clit as I cry out. 

"such a good whore" he groans "such a good fucking girl"