EroticReverie

Layla - Two days later

I frown slightly at the sound of foot steps stomping down the hall. Laying on my bed, reading a magazine in just a pair of pink panties. 

"Don?" I call, and wait, and the foot steps stop then keep moving , closer to my door. 

I liked mad Don. Mad Don fucked harder than usual and left me hurting and sore. 

"I'll take care of-" my breath catches when my door opens and I see Devin standing there. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask with a scowl. 

"Hello Layla." he says and steps into my room.

"Get out." I hiss. I was still fucking mad at him, and unfortunately still in love with him. Being fucked by his dad daily wasn't enough to make me forget the two years we spent in our secret affair together. 

"Aww, don't be like that." He says, looking me up and down as I knee on my bed, his eyes roaming my naked body. He'd seen in a hundred times, there was no point in being modest or trying to hide the tits he'd seen already. 

"I've been calling you." He says, closing my door and locking it. 

"Devin, get out. I'm not kidding." I say, my voice sounding more scared than I wanted it to be. 

Devin's voicemails had been a mix of I miss you's and loves, and death threats. Totally polar opposites, but I guess he couldnt decide if he wanted to kill me or keep trying to fuck me. 

"Tell me you don't love me still Layla. And i'll go." he says and I scowl at him. 

"Leave Devin." I say as he walks across the massive bedroom and to my bed. 

"Come here , love" he says and  I shake my head. 

"no." I answer him and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out one of the necklaces he bought me. 

"how did you get that?" I ask. 

It was my faovrite necklace. The first one he ever bought me. A thin gold chain, delicate, with a gold locket that he had our initials put inside. It was when he was still sweet, and still trying to get me into bed. We'd stolen a few kisses , and I'd had his fingers inside of me by then. But we hadn't had sex yet. He bought me the locket to "prove how serious he was about me" and "how much he loved me" . He put that locket around my neck and we'd had sex for the first time minutes later. 

"Does it matter?" He asks and beckons me to him as he unclasps it. I wore that thing all the time, I wasnt allowed to put his picture in it. Incase anyone ever saw inside of it. The initials were risk enough. 

"Come here love" he says again and I shake my head. 

"You need to go." I say. 

"I'm not leaving here without you." he says. 

I swallow hard. 

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't want to go anywhere with you." I tell him. Which was half true. I had it good here. I enjoyed belonging to his father. I enjoyed having a man take care of me and proudly put me on display as his. 

"I'm clearly not with your sister anymore, we can be together now Layla. Don't you see ? He did us a favor, he set us free. He doesnt love you Layla, I do. I love you." he says and I shake my head. 

"I dont care. I know he doesnt love me. I dont need him to. But he doesnt hide me either. He doesnt make me sad or hurt my feelings." I say and his jaw ticks.

"I never meant to hurt you." he says. 

"Yes you did. You never loved me. You loved screwing me and making ME love YOU." I say, hating the fact that I've got tears welling in my eyes. 

"DONT..." he starts to yell. Then breathes. "don't say that...I've always loved you." 

"No you didnt...you gaslit me, over and over...you got me pregnant and made me get rid of it...you made me kill OUR baby" I cry, the tears falling now. the repressed emotions and trauma of dealing with that all pouring out of me. 

"I loved you!" I cry. "And all you ever did was love using me!" I yell. 

"Layla, lower your voice." He says, gritting his teeth. 

"No! I'm angry! I hate you! I hate you for what you did to me!" 

"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING YOU DIDNT ASK FOR!" He yells.

"Fuck you!" I cry and slap his hand holding the necklace. "Fuck you! Get out!" 

He throws the necklace and then grabs me and I scream. 

"You want a baby? Huh? That what you want?" he growls and pushes me on the bed as I kick at him and scream. 

"GET OFF OF ME!" I scream. Where the hell was everyone?

"HELP!" I scream and he laughs as he uses his strength to hold me, while unzipping his pants. 

"You want a fucking baby, I'll give you one" he groans. 

"just need to remind you how good it feels to be with me, then, we'll go home, and you can stop taking your pills, and i'll fuck our family into you Layla" he groans and his dick is out and hard and I push at him, kicking and scream for him to get the fuck off me. 

"God you look so good Layla, fuck, i forgive you baby, i forgive you for what you've done, now come here" he groans and yanks my panties, they rip slightly and he yanks them harder, ripping them off one hip entirely and then holding me down as his hips move and chase my bucking hips as I try to get him off. 

"i dont love you anymore! I dont want you!" I yell and he groans as his cock finds me, and his thrusts right into me. I hiss , my body tensing and groans my name. 

"oh god, yes baby" he grunts. "yes Layla" 

"no" I cry. "stop, stop it" 

He grunts and fucks me harder, faster.

"Come on, get wet baby, get wet for it baby" he groans and then grabs my face and kisses me. my mouth tightening and he keeps thrusting into me. 

I shake my head, trying to avoid his mouth but his tongue moves over my mouth and he groans. 

"fucking kiss me!" he growls and I cry and he huffs and grabs my hands and pins them. 

"Fine, but we both know this is what you want" he growls and keeps going and I whimper, turning my head as he groans keeps fucking me. 

"oh god Layla, fuck, i've missed you so much" he groans. 

"oh god, i love you" he grunts.

"I love you Layla, marry me, marry me baby, let me make love to you for the rest of our lives just like this baby" he grunts. 

"you're raping me" I hiss and flail as I try again to get him off me. 

"This pussy is mine Layla, it's been mine, and it's always going to be mine, there's no raping something that belongs to me" he groans and fucks me harder and I hiss. 

"youre hurting me" I cry. 

"marry me" he groans. He was truly fucking crazy. 

"no" I cry.

"marry me, i want you" he groans/ "God, i fucking need you Layla, i needed you when you were sixteen, and i still need you now, we're so good together, tell me this doesnt feel right Layla, tell me we dont feel good together baby" 

"Devin, stop, please" I cry, and he slows and leans down, kissing my cheek. 

"Shhhh, this is what you want baby, this is what you always asked for. I'm giving it to you baby, marry me....be my wife..let me put another baby in you...we'll have a family...you and me Layla...come on....that's it baby...get wet for me" he groans as I feel my pussy clench around him. 

Because yes, a small part of me would always want that. I'd spent two years pretending that one day I'd be told he wanted me instead of my sister. Really wanted me. I fantasized of walking down an aisle towards him in an expensive gown, starting a life with him. Having the life he let me fantasize of when he'd hold me after sex and paint the fucking picture of our future together. 

"Oh god, your cunt is getting so wet baby, yeah, that's it baby, you know i belong inside of you Layla" he groans and I whimper. 

"Devin, stop" I plead with him and he groans and shakes his head. 

"I can't Layla, you know it's mine baby, you know I love you" he says and the kiss he gives me next, isnt hard or aggressive, it reminds me of the kisses he gave me before we ever slept together, soft and sweet, a kiss that made me think he cherished me and cared for me. I whimper against his mouth,....and I kiss him back. He groans, and our lips move over one another.

"Dev, please, please stop" I beg, because I was fucked up. I couldnt stop myself , my legs wrap around him , hishands release mine, and they go to his face, and I kiss him harder, moaning as my pussy soaks his cock and I pant against his mouth.

"dev, i can't...god, i can't do this" I whine. 

He doesnt acknowledge my words, and instead turns over, pulling me with him and then I'm riding him,, hands on his chest, and my hips moving and my eyes on his face as he looks down, watching me ride him. 

"dev, oh god" I cry.

"Yeah baby, i know, i know Layla, feels good doesnt it baby? Feels so good" he groans and then thrusts up into me. 

"oh fuck, Dev" I cry and he groans. 

"Yeah baby, yeah , fuck me Layla, make love to me baby" he groans and I whimper, my pussy grinding on his cock, my hips rolling.

"Shit" I hiss as I feel myself getting close, my eyes rolling back slightly as I let my head fall back.

"oh fuck Dev, yes" I whine and he groans. 

"that's it baby...fuck , that's it, that's what you need, huh?" he groans and I ride him harder, grinding faster.

"Yeah" I pant. 

"fuck, tell me you love me Layla" he groans.

"I love you" I choke on the words, hating myself for them. 

"your dad wont let me leave" I moan. 

"he's dead. I killed him." Devin groans. 

My heart stops. 

---

Shooting up in bed, panting and sweating. Shamefully wet between my legs from the sex part of the dream and panting with tears in my eyes from the last bit, that hit me like bricks and woke me up the way the freefall does when your falling, right before you hit the ground. 

I throw the covers off me. Looking at the clock, it was late, but not too late, and if I had to guess. Don was still up, downstairs in his study.

I pull on the black satin robe Don bought me last month, with the words "Little Whore" embroidered on the back in white. It's short, but covers my ass and I slide on my slippers and leave me room. 

I know it was just a dream, but I had to make sure he was okay. I go downstairs first, but don't find him in any of the rooms. so I go back upstairs and to his room. I go to open it, but it's locked. 

"don?" I call quietly. I wait. I know lightly with my knuckle. He'd probably yell at me for waking him up if he was sleeping, but I the end of that dream had me scared and worried, and as much as I shouldnt care about a man that deemed me nothing more than a whore. I still found myself caring more than I should about him, quite a bit. I know I'm stupid. I know nothing good is going to come out of letting myself fall into the same god damn trap of wanting to be loved by a man that doesnt truly love me back. Hell, Don hasnt even promised to love me one day. At least with his son I had an excuse for my feelings. 

I knock again, with all my knuckles, louder. 

I hear him grumble. 

"What?" he sleepy voice calls.

"Don? It's me." I say and there's silence and I hear Mona say something and then hear him mutter something back and then a few moments later, he's at the door, in his own robe, blinking at me sleepily.

"what the hell are you doing up?" he huffs.

"I...I ..." I stammer. 

His brows pinch.

"What's wrong?" he says, and looks over my shoulder, down the hall and then back at me. 

"Nothing, I just..i'm sorry...it's stupid...I just...I had to make sure you were okay." I say and dont look at him, because now I felt like a fucking idiot. 

"If I was okay? Why wouldnt I be okay?" He grumbles and yawns. 

"I ...I had a dream." I say and look up at him. 

"You woke me up...because of a dream?" he asks. 

"I'm sorry, alright? I just...you were dead...and I.." he opens his door wider.

"Come in." he says. 

"It's okay, I can just go back to my room, I just wanted to make sure-"

"Come in Layla." he says and I close my mouth, that's the first time he's said my name in the months I've been here,  I nod and step inside. The room is dark.

"Layla?" Mona asks. 

"Yeah, sorry." I say and she hums, and seems to fall back asleep immediately.

"come on." he says and I follow him, his hand wrapped around mine and then he drops it.

"Robe off, get in bed." he says and drops his own robe and then climbs himself into the bed. 

"It's okay, I dont want to-"

"Get in the fucking bed Layla." he growls and I take off my robe and slip onto the bed. 

It's a massive thing, and even in the dark I can make out Mona, who seems to be on her own side, laying on her side, with her back to us. 

Don is on his back, arm outstretched.

"Come here." he says and I swallow hard, and move over. 

"Closer" he grumbles and I scoot closer till im right at his side and rest my head on his arm, and his arm comes down around me. 

I've never slept in Don's bed, never even been fucked in it. I've never even been in his bedroom. I lay there. 

"Go to sleep." he mutters a few minutes later, as I still try to process the fact he brought me into his room and into his bed. 

"I can't." I whisper. 

"Why not?" he huffs. 

"I dont know." I whisper. 

"Tell me about your dream." he says with a yawn. 

"Devin killed you." I whisper. 

"hmpf, not going to happen." he says and then rubs my arm and my eyes go to his hand , consoling me. 

I dont tell him about the rest of the dream, because I dont want to admit I'd enjoyed the rest of that dream a bit too much. That a very large part of me hated that the rest of it wasnt real. Even if I knew Devin was a bastard. Sixteen year old me, was still somewhere inside of me, and that's what sixteen year old Layla wanted more than anything. Devins child. To be his wife. To matter enough to him to have him give me the life he was giving my sister. 

"go to sleep Layla" he says and I nod. 

"okay." I say, laying there still not able to sleep, even as I close my eyes. 

"I'm glad you're not dead." I say and he huffs a small laugh.

"Go the fuck to sleep little whore." he whispers. 

"I was just getting used to Layla" I say and his chest shakes slightly with a bit silent laughter. 

"Go the fuck to sleep..Layla." he whispers and kisses the top of my head.

"Don't be nice to me if you don't mean it." I whisper.

"I mean it. Now go to bed." he says. 

And that's that. I'm not brave enough to ask what the fuck he means. And he doesnt offer me anymore words of assurance. 

I slide my hand over his chest and around him and snuggle myself up to a man that's promised to never love me. And I feel like the words biggest fucking idiot as I smile against his chest , but it feels good here beside him, under his arm, in his arm and cuddled up beside him. 

"Don?" I whisper.

"I'm sleeping." he groans. 

"liar" I whisper. 

"go...to...sleep." he bites out the words quietly. 

I lift my leg, and wrap it over him, my hand sliding down his chest. He exhales and I let my fingers slide lower and lower. 

"Layla, go to sleep." he groans. 

"I'm not tired." I whisper and run my hand down, over his cock. 

He takes a deep breath and exhales as I begin to stroke him. 

He says nothing as he grows hard in my hand and I lift my head and kiss down his chest, and he groans softly. 

He doesnt stop me or say another word as I take him into my mouth.