EroticReverie

Lyla Law

I call out of work. I shouldve known what a fucking piece of shit Nolan truly was. I ignore his friend Dan each time he calls. Ignore the texts he sends to make sure he has the right number. I block his number. 

I need to tell Penny. But then, does it put her at risk? What would Nolan do to her? I wouldnt put it past him to beat this shit out of me, like he said he would. Would he actually kill me for it? I dont fucking know. But I didnt want Penny to get hurt. But she'd get hurt either way, marrying a fucking monster, subjecting herself to that kind of man for the rest of her life? 

I lay in bed all day, Ignoring Penny's calls and texts as well. I don't know what to do. I take a bath. Crying to myself while trying to relax. I dont think i've stopped shaking all day. It kinda of makes me feel like a dumbass for ever having those fantasies now that I was confronted with the  reality of actually being forced when I didnt want it. 

There's a knock on my apartment door. That I ignore. It was probably one of the neighbors, or door dash getting the apartment wrong on an order.  But then they keep fucking knocking. Im annoyed and not in the mood to listen to it. So I get out of the tub, wrap my short white bathrobe around me, and tie it around me and then walk out of the bathroom to my door and open it. 

"WRONG APARTM-" I stop, looking up at Ezra. Bubbles. and the other guy. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask, my brows pinching. 

"Paying you a visit." He says and walks right in.

"I didnt invite you here." I say as I step back, really not in the mood for him right now. 

He looks around and I huff as Bubbles and the other guy walk in. 

"Please, come right fucking in." I say sarcastically. I dont know why Ezra and his meatheads didnt scare me or bother me. but they didnt. 

I turn around and find Ezra, hands in his pocket looking around my tiny apartment. 

"you said you were a slob." He says and I roll my eyes. 

"Ezra, why are you fucking here? I'm not in the mood for you right now." I say and he turns, and gives me a small pout.

"Well that's not nice." He says and then he sees my eyes. His brows pinching, his lips tightening and he walks over. 

"Have you been crying?" He asks and takes my chin. 

I shake my head. 

"Dont you fucking lie to me. Is it because of me?"  he asks, his nostrils flaring.

"What?" I ask. "No." I sigh and push his hand away but he grabs my chin again.

"Who made you cry?" he asks. 

"nobody i just...im on my fucking period, remember?" 

"you're a terrible fucking liar Lyla. Now answer the question." he growls at me. 

"What if it WAS you?" I ask. 

His jaw ticks. "Is it?" His brows dip and the fucking concern on his face has me really confused. I shake my head. 

"no, it's not you" I say softly. His brows relax and he then he leans in, sliding his hand behind my head and kisses my forehead. What the hell was my life lately? I've got a man i barely know that forces me to have sex with him, and i love it. Then ive got my bestfriends piece  of shit fiance trying to do the same to me this morning, and i hate it. And now the guy who's got two fucking men that follow him everywhere, kissing me on the forehead and angry over my tears. 

"Tell me who's responsible for your tears." he says and kisses my temple. 

"no, you're crazy, and you'd probably punch them" I say. 

"I wont punch them." He says and I lean back and cock my brow, letting him know i dont believe him. 

"You threatened to kill that Dan guy for talking to me." I say. 

He nods. "And thats exactly what I'll do to the person that made you cry too.. Was it him? That fucker with the veneers?" he asks and I half laugh and shake my head. 

"no" i say. 

"then who?" he asks. 

"why do you even care?" I say and push his hand off my face. "You're too confusing for me, i need you to leave, today isnt the day , i cant fucking deal with you right now" I say and turn and he grabs my arm and I turn. 

"let go of me" I glare at him. "Im serious...im not in the mood right now, im not in the mood to be your good girl, or your slut, or to have you showing up here at my fucking apartment like a stalker. Leave me alone" I say and he lets go of my arm and it surprises me. 

"What happened?" he asks. 

"Nothing, i just, im having a bad day." I lie and his nostrils flare.

"Well im not leaving till you tell me what's wrong." He says and I roll my eyes. 

"fucking suit yourself then" I say. "Make yourself at home you fucking psycho" 

I say and stomp myself back to the bathroom. He doesnt come after me. I drain the tub and get in the shower instead. Washing my hair, and washing my tits about a dozen times, because I can still feel Nolans god damn hands on them. 

When I leave the bathroom, Bubbles and his sidekick are sitting on my couch and I roll my eyes as I turn and go to my room. Finding Ezra looking out my apartment window.

"enjoying the view?" I ask sarcastically as he looks at the fire escape and the view of the red brick of the building next to mine. 

"Breathtaking." He says just as sarcastically and I exhale a puff of air with a slight laugh and he turns around and looks at me. 

"You gonna be difficult, or are you ready to tell me who I have to kill?" He asks. 

I roll my eyes. "You're not killing anyone. Shut up." I say and walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of underwear. He walks over. 

"Let me dress you." he says and grabs the underwear and puts them back in the drawer.

"what?" I laugh. Turning my head and looking at him as he stands behind me. 

"Let me pick out your clothes." he says. 

"why?" I ask as I look at him. 

"Because you're a good girl, and do as you're told." He says with a small smirk. 

"I told you i dont want to be your good girl today." I say. 

"Yes you do. Go sit on the bed." 

"Ezra , im serious i'm-"

"Go. Sit. On the bed." he says more firmly, and his voice is still soft, yet somehow threatening.

"I wont touch you. I won't kiss you. Or fuck you. But I WILL dress you. Go sit. Now." he says gently and then moves from behind me. I sigh. 

"fine" i shake my head and walk to my bed and sit. 

I watch him sift through my underwear drawer.

He smirks, turning and holding up a pair of Chip and Dale panties with one finger. Yes, the cartoons. 

"these are fucking adorable." he smirks, teasing me. 

"shut up" I roll my eyes and my cheeks heat, and he smirks and tosses them back in the drawer. 

He pulls out a pair of baby blue lace boy short cut panties. 

"Do these have a matching bra?" He asks. Looking over his shoulder. 

"no, the matching sets are in the third drawer." I say and he hums and then pulls it open. 

"not enough blue." he says and I smile to myself watching this man rifle through my panties and bras. 

"I like how in order they are though. Very neat." he says and looks over his shoulder again. "Such a good girl." 

My thighs crush together and his eyes lower to them and he lifts his eyes back to me, smirks and winks at me. 

I exhale hard as he turns back around. 

"I plan on seeing you in all of these." He says and I bite my lip, my thighs still rubbing together as my cunt aches. Again, what the hell is wrong with me. 

"But these will do for now." He says and plucks out a soft blue, lilac, and white lace set. 

He walks over to the bed, and lays them out. I reach for them. 

"no." he says and shakes his  head. "Leave them there. When i want them on, i'll put them on. This your closet?" he points to the small door, and I nod. 

"I hope it's as neat as that panty and bra drawer." he says and then opens the door. 

"Not bad." he says. 

"I dont have a lot of room." I say of all my things on hangers, two rows, pants and skirts on the bottom. Tops and dresses on the top hangers. 

My shoes and sneakers on the bottom on a little rack. 

"What are you most comfortable in?" He asks. 

My brows pinch and I dont answer. He looks over his shoulder.

"What are you most comfortble in sweetheart?" He asks and I open my mouth. 

"why..do you call me that?" I ask, because I couldnt handle how stupidly giddy it made me. It was ridiculous.

"what? Sweetheart?" he asks and I nod. 

"I was under the impression you liked it. Do you not?" he asks.

I exhale. "I dont know, you're just....why are you here? Being...nice to me?" 

"Because you said you werent in the mood for what I really came here for." He says. 

I roll my eyes. "So , you actually listen to what I want? Since when?" 

"You fucked me over the ledge of the roof, screwed me and had your oafs pin me down and watch, then you fucked me again last night and-"

"And" he cuts me off. "You enjoyed it everytime. Yes or no?" he asks. 

I blink, mouth open. "That's not the point." 

"Isnt it?" He cocks a brow. 

"Do you want me to leave?" he asks , turning around, holding a baby blue sundress in his hand on the hanger. 

"well...no...not really" I say and he smiles.

"Good, cause I wasnt going to." He says and I sigh and he walks over, lays the dress on the bed. 

"what are you doing here though, you could just leave, come back when im in the mood to be..." I trail off.

He smirks and grabs my chin. "To be what?" 

"your...plaything." I say and he laughs softly and groans. his thumb runs up and crosses over my lip. 

"Just be a good girl and stop asking questions, hmm?" he says and then traces my lip again. My mouth parts and his brow lifts. 

"Who made you cry?" He asks and then pushes his thumb over my lip, into my mouth and I close my mouth around it. His nostrils flare as I suck softly. 

He pulls his thumb out , rubbing the wet pad of his thumb over my mouth.

"Tell me." he groans and I shake my head. 

"Who are those men?" I ask. 

"who?" he asks as I kiss the pad of his thumb.

"the ones in my living room" I say and he licks his lips , watching my tongue lick his thumb. 

"They work for me" he says.

"doing what?" I ask. 

"Are you trying to seduce me right now sweetheart?" he asks as I roll my tongue around thumb and suck it again. 

"maybe" I speak around his thumb. 

"what do they do for you?" I ask. 

His thumb slides out and his hand hand goes to my throat and I moan as he pushes me back gently, not grabbing hard, and I lay myself back as he hovers over me. 

"they hold my whore down in the elevator so i can fuck her mouth" he says and I whimper.

"what else do they do beside that?" I pant as he slides his hand down my robe and pulls at the belt and loosens it and pushes my robe open.

"none of your fucking business sweetheart" he says and then dips his head down and kisses my chest. I suck in a breath and my head goes back as he gives me too soft kisses, too fucking soft, they tease my skin, and his lips brush so fucking lightly on my flesh I could cry. 

"don't, kiss me like that" I whine. 

"i'll kiss you how i fucking please, shut your fucking mouth" he growls and kisses my nipple, pressing his lips more firmly to it, and then dragging his tongue over it, around it, flicking his tongue against it. 

"Ezra" I whimper, my hands going to his hair. 

"not like that" I whimper. 

 "Like this?" he asks , grabbing my breast and biting on my nipple hard and I yelp, my head pushing back harder and I squeal. 

"Yes" i cry and he tugs my nipple, making my scream as his teeth keep it pinched and I hiss as it slips from his teeth and his hand goes to my throat and he bites the other , my chest heaving. I curse as he tugs the other even harder, screaming out and my nipples already fucking sore as he releases the other and slaps my breasts with his other hand and groans and licks my nipple hard, and groans, and whirls his tongue around it, sucking it hard into his mouth.

"Shit" I whine. "fuck" my legs spreading and Ezra groans.

"Tell me who the fuck made you cry" he growls and kisses down my stomach. 

"tell me Lyla" he growls and bites my hip, not too hard, but enough to leave indents in my skin. 

"tell me" he growls. 

"Tell me or ill assume it's Dan , and fucking take care of it." he growls. 

"it...w-wasnt him" I whimper as he spreads my fucking legs and pushes on my ass and shoves me up further on the bed. 

I wince as he pulls out of my tampon, yet again and drops it on the floor off the edge of the bed. 

"tell me" he growls. "or Dan pays the price" 

"it wasnt him!" I whine  and he growls. 

"dont care....i need someone to punish...so you either tell me....or Dan is the one im going to fucking hurt." 

I whimper, writhing as he pushes my pussy lips apart with his thumbs and spits on my pussy. My hips jump and I moan.

"please" I whine. 

"Fuckin tell me" he growls and then his hands move and one slaps over my fucking cunt and then his palm pushes against me, and I cry out, my hips bucking against his palm. Panting as he pushes it against me and I bite my lip hard, riding just the friction of his palm. 

"tell me sweetheart, fucking tell me" he groans and then stops rubbing, pulling his palm away and licks up through my lips and back down, I groan and curse as I feel his tongue lick inside of me. He groans loudly and I lift my head.

"shit" I hiss as he pulls his mouth from me, lips tinted with my blood. 

"tell me Lyla, who?" 

I shake my head. 

"Last chance.....you tell me right now.....or i stop licking this pussy, and go find Dan, and make him regret every fucking laying eyes on you." 

"it wasnt him!" I yell at him. 

"THEN WHO?!" he yells at me and I whine.

"You've got three fucking seconds to tell me, Im not fucking playing with you Lyla, i'll fucking kill him, don't test me" He growls. 

"please, i dont want anyone to-"

"three..." he growls. 

"Ezra stop, im serious" I whine and push up and he cocks his brow at me. 

"Two." he threatens. I pant. Shaking my head. He cocks his. 

"Last chance sweetheart." He warns and I whimper. 

His lips start to form the word, his mouth moving into a small o shape and I wince. Biting my lip , shaking my head. I believe he'd fuck up Dan. But I didnt want him to fuck up Nolan either. One because it was Penny's fiance. Even if he was a piece of shit. Two because I didnt want anything to happen to Ezra. 

"PLEASE!" I cry. 

He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth and then moves up.

"Take my cock out." he growls at me. 

"please, i dont want you to hurt anyone for me, i dont want to-"

"Shhhh, be a good girl" he whispers and strokes my hair back over the top of my head. 

"please, promise me you wont hurt him, he didnt do anything" I whimper as my hands go his belt, undoing it, hands shaking, tears in my eyes. 

"shhhhhh" he whispers and I unzip hip, unbutton him, my legs lifting, my feet pushing down his pants along with my hands. 

"please, please" I whimper. 

He shakes his head. 

"dont worry sweetheart, i'll find out who it is...i'll find out" he says and pushes into me with one thrust. Deep, hard, making me cry out, my legs wrapping around him. 

"Ezra" I gasp as I clench around him, my nails digging into his suit jacket, clutching as he fucks me hard and fast. Drilling into me, pounding into me, my bed squeaking and my head pushing back as he fucks me till he makes a mess between my thighs. Making me cum, filling me with his, my blood smeared yet again on his pelvis and my own. 

Ezra carries me from the bed, to my shower, cleaning the both of us as I plead with him not to do anything to anyone. He just keeps shushing me, not making me any promises.