EroticReverie

Lyla Law…one month later…

I’ve been to Penny’s place a handful of times since the night of her party. But I haven’t run into Ezra at all. I’m not sure if I’m happy about that or disappointed. I shouldn’t want to see him again, right?  

I took a plan b the same day after Ezra had taken me in the elevator. I’m ashamed to admit how many times I’ve masturbated to what happened that night and that morning. Was something wrong with me? I had no fucking daddy issues, no past trauma or anything that I could use to make excuses for how much I enjoyed being forced to fuck him. Okay, so I barely put up a fight, other than when he’d fucked my mouth. I swallow hard as I remember how sore my throat was all day afterwards. The bruises from fucking Bubbles stepping on my wrists. 

It was for the best. I’d gotten my fantasy. I wasn’t that girl. It was just one time. Well, twice. But it was out of my system. I try to convince myself that’s not the kind of sex I’m into. Yet, I keep touching myself to the memory of it. Find myself wet nearly all day because I can’t stop thinking about it. 

I didn’t tell Penny , didn’t tell anyone about what I’d done, or what I let happen. Penny was actually a “good girl”. Nolan was the first man she slept with. And he’d be the last I guess. I didn’t want to think that she’d judge me, but she would. Because she wouldn’t understand those kind of fantasies. Her fantasies involved rose petals and making love on the beach. Not crazy men forcing themselves on her. 

Tonight Nolan was throwing a party for his promotion. Well, Penny was throwing it because he told her to. The promotion he only got because his father ran the company he worked for. But he’ll tell you it’s all his hard work that got him the spot. 

No, I wasn’t wondering if Ezra would be there. Absolutely not. I didn’t care. Plus Penny, was going to introduce me to one of Nolan’s friends who apparently was interested in me. Though I can’t say I’m all that excited to meet someone who is friends with Nolan. 

I’m wearing the same cerulean colored dress I wore before. Thin straps and plunging neckline , low back, and floor length, with a slit up the side. It’s the only “nice” dress I own. And I thrifted it just like every other item of clothes I wore. I wasn’t “poor” I guess. But I tried to save money where I could, because my family had been poor growing up. My parents were better off now, but for most of my life they hadn’t been. So I didn’t splurge on material things. Even if sometimes I wanted to. But I liked having my little nest egg more than I liked having nice things or treating myself. 

I met Penny at the restaurant that I still waitress at. She stopped working when her and Nolan got engaged. Her parents were well off but didn’t spoil her like most rich people do.  They made her work, and because Penny was raised right, she didn’t mind. But Nolan told

Her he didn’t want her working. That it was an insult to his manhood and his ability to take care of his soon to be wife. She gladly did whatever made him happy. I couldn’t fault her for it. I wasn’t against women wanting to live that type of life. Everyone was allowed their own choices. But it was the fact it wasn’t her choice, not really. Or maybe I’m wrong. Who knows ? So I don’t say much to her about it. Because I don’t want her to think I’m judging her. I just want her to be happy. 

“Dan, this is Lyla, Lyla , this is Dan” Penny says to the man I’m meant to spend the night getting to know. An unofficial date I guess. 

“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” He says with a sparkling smile. He’s attractive. He doesn’t give off the same vibes Nolan does. So maybe he’s actually a good guy. We’ll see I guess. Because that’s what I want. A good guy. Not a misogynistic prick like Nolan. And not a dangerous man like Ezra either. Right? Right. I want a good guy. 

“Likewise” I say and take his hand and he smiles again as we shake hands and Nolan rolls his eyes and takes Penny’s waist. 

“Careful with her. She’s not very docile.” Nolan says and Penny slaps his chest and he laughs. 

Dan seems to dislike Nolan’s comment as much as I do as he winces and shakes his head. Nolan walks away with Penny. 

“He’s such a prick.” He sighs. 

A small laugh leaves my lips. “You said it. Not me.” I say and he smiles. 

“Can I get you a drink?” He asks. I smile and nod. 

“Yes please” I say and then walk with him to where one of the small bars is set up. 

Once we have our drinks we make our way outside onto the balcony area. There’s a ton of people as always but less out here. We stand off to a corner of the balcony and he takes our drinks and sets them down. 

I smile as he takes his suit jacket off and then reaches around and drapes it over my shoulders. 

“It’s a little cold out tonight.” He says and then hands me back my drink and picks up his. 

We talk for almost a half an hour , and he seems like a decent guy. A good guy. He works with Nolan , and has known him for quite some time. He comes frolicking money. Surprise surprise. He’s charming , he seems down to earth. How much of it is an act? Is he actually a good guy? I find it hard to believe when he’s friends with Nolan. 

By the end of the night we’re laughing and hitting it off. And when the night ends he asks to see me again. I agree. I give him his jacket back and he gives me a kiss on the cheek and promises to call me tomorrow. 

The party clears out and Penny tells me goodnight as she helps a drunk Nolan to their bedroom. 

I go to the guest room a little tipsy on the drinks and pull on a pair of flannel pajamas pants and tank top. 

I should be thinking of Dan. The nice guy. The guy that was nothing but a gentleman all night. But instead I’m think of Ezra. Wondering if he’s home. What he’s doing right now. Why he wasn’t here. I shake my head and toss and turn until I grumble and shove out of bed and make my way up to the rooftop. 

My heart races as I push my ass up onto the ledge and carefully swing my legs over the edge. Just to feel the same adrenaline I felt that night when I was being fucked by a stranger over the ledge. 

My toes curl and the wind whips my hair lightly as my panties soak. With my eyes closed I play back the entire encounter , from the moment he walked out the door yelling on his phone , to me running down the stairwell with a smile on my face. 

“Get the fuck down from there.” A deep voice knocks me out of my little daydream and I jump slightly with a gasp. Turning my head. My heart pounding at the sight of him. 

“Now Lyla.” Ezra growls and walks over and I just sit there watching him come closer. 

“You fucking crazy bitch.” He mutters and swings his arm around me and I smile as he holds me, pulling me right against chest and dipping his head down and bites my shoulder and I hiss. 

“You don’t play on this fucking ledge unless it’s with me.” He growls and kisses my

Shoulder and drags me back and pulls me off the ledge and sets me on my feet. 

“I wasn’t playing I was just sitting” I say and he  turns me around and smiles down at me. My eyes on his and my toes curling against the floor of the roof as he wraps his arm around my back and lifts his hand to my throat and I hum. My eyes fluttering as he exhales. 

“Where’s your friend?” He asks and my lashes lift. 

“Penny?” I ask. “She’s downstairs why?” I breathe. 

“No. Not her. Your other friend. The one who has his jacket on you.” 

My brows jump. 

“You were there?” I ask. 

“Who is he?” He asks and grabs my throat a bit harder and I moan. His thumb pushing into the side neck, his fingers pushing into the other side and I grab onto his suit jacket.

“Just a guy” I answer 

“Seemed like more. You fucking him?” He asks and I shake my head with a whimper as he clenches my throat harder and I can feel my pulse hammering against his fingers as he cuts off the blood flow bit by bit. 

“I just..met him” I exhale. 

“So? I heard you like to fuck strangers Lyla. Why aren’t you fucking him?” He asks and then pulls me tighter to him and I whimper and he releases my neck and grabs my face hard and I wince. 

“Youre hurting me” I breathe. 

“Good.” He says and then lets go and slaps my face. 

“Why aren’t you fucking him?” He asks. I flinch as he slaps my face but my hands grip his suit jacket harder and I press myself into him. 

“I didn’t want to” I answer and he grins. 

“Do you like him?” He asks. 

“What?” I breathe as he turns me and walks me backward toward one of the cushioned loveseats and then turns again. 

“Do you like him? That your type?” He asks and then sits down and pulls me onto top of him. I gasp as I’m forced to straddle him and he grabs my waist hard. 

“I…hardly know him…I don’t know” I say as Ezra pushes my tank top up my stomach. 

“Stay away from him” he growls and shoves my tank top up and over my tits and his eyes go to my chest. 

“Why?” I breathe as Ezra groans while looking at my chest. 

“Because I fucking said so.” He says and slaps my breast and the grabs my nipple

Between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it hard. I yelp and he lets go and smacks my

Other breast. 

“But w-why” 

“Are you fucking stupid? What did I just say?”

He growls and the grabs my throat and pulls my face to his. My mouth panting over

His as he smashes our noses together and moves his side to side. Nudging mine roughly. 

“Be—-because you said so” I pant.

“That’s right. Because I said so Lyla” he groans and then kisses me. It’s soft. But then his teeth grab my lower lip and he bites down hard and I wince and yelp as I pull back and he slides his hand up into my hair and pulls my mouth right back to his and kisses me hard. 

I moan too fucking loudly over just a kiss. I grab his face and part my mouth and push my tongue against his as he opens his mouth. 

“Mmmm” he groans. 

His hands sliding down my back and to my ass , grabbing it and pulling me hard against his lap as I grind against him. 

“Let me find you letting any other man fuck you Lyla, and I’ll make you watch me slit his throat and I’ll fuck you over his dead body” he growls and I gasp and pull back. 

“Wh-what?” I pant.

“Stop questioning me when you hear what I say just fine” he growls and then shifts and drops me onto my back and then moves over me and leans down and sucks my right nipples right into his mouth and I whimper and my head pushes back. I lift my chest and back arches. 

“You-you wouldn’t do that, that’s crazy” I pant. 

“Try me” he threatened and bites my nipple hard and I screech as the pain jolts through me and then he lets go and sucks it again hard and growls against my skin. 

“You…it’s…it’s been a month … I don’t…mmpf..” I moan as his tongue traces my nipple and flicks it. 

“Shut up” he groans. “Shut the hell up” he says and kisses down my stomach. 

“You can’t just….use me…and expect me not to talk to other guys….i don’t even know you.” I whimper as he kisses my navel. 

“I said shut the fuck up” He growls and then yanks down my pajama pants. 

He spreads my legs and frowns. 

“Wh-what?” I pant. 

“You’re not on your period” he snarls.

I swallow. I’d been so fucking focused on nothing but daydreaming about this man that I didn’t realize I’m late. Days late. I took a plan b after being with Ezra. So I wasn’t pregnant. But I’m also usually on time every month like clock work. 

I panic and blink down at him , but he’s staring at my pussy and spreading it open and dips his head down and licks up through my lips from cunt to clit. 

“Ezra” I whimper and he groans. 

“Shut up sweetheart, just shut up and be a good girl”