EroticReverie

Lyla Law

I go to the kitchen, screeching, he's on me in seconds, his body against mine , panting, growling as he pins me to the counter, my back to him, his arm swung around me , the other holding my throat, my head going back. Im half laughing hald moaning, while losing my blood flow as he breathes hard into the side of my head. 

"You're going to clean your fucking mess." He growls. 

"make me" I laugh and I moan as his hand looses around my neck and his arm around my middle, spins me to face him and I gasp , his large hands grabbing my waist, lifting me and dropping me on the counter.

I giggle while panting, out of breath from running, and being choked, and my blood is pumping with adrenaline. He reaches down, and grabs my calve hard and I bite my lip. His hand roughly sliding down to my ankle. Grabbing my dirty sneaker and pulling it off. I pant, eyes on his. I shiver and grins as he removes the other one, dropping it to the floor. I lick my lips. 

"What are you gonna do to me?" I ask.

"Punish you." He says and I licks my lips again. His hands sliding over my thighs and up to my waist, I lean back on my hands lifting my ass. He smirks when I lift up to allow him to pull them down. 

"How are you going to punish me?" I ask and he smirks and pulls the leggings off along with my panties and then grabs my shirt and yanks it up and I moan as he pulls it off and tosses it to the floor. He leaves my bra on, but grabs the cup and yanks them down and I gasp the straps busting against my shoulders and I hiss at the burn of it, the snap and the drag of the clasps down my back. My bra is around my waist. 

"you owe me a bra" I say, panting , spreading my legs. 

"Keep your fucking legs closed you desperate whore. You're not getting fucked." He growls. 

"oh, you'll fuck me" I say with a smirk. "you cant help yourself....me and my bloody pussy....you love it too much" I taunt him and I gasp as he smacks my face and grabs it. I whimper , grabbing at his shirt and wrapping my legs around him. 

"you're such a bad girl" he groans as he grips my jaw saw hard it feels like he'll bruise where his fingers are digging in. I nod. 

"please fuck me" I whine and he smirks. He shakes his head. 

"How many other men have smacked you around and abused your cunt? Spit in your mouth and eaten your pretty red cunt?" he growls. 

I whimper, my toes curling. "just you...the other ones...were nice to me" 

He smirks. "Im very nice to you.  I give you what you really fucking want. And you...dont want me to be nice to you, do you?" He asks and I shake my head. 

He grabs my ass and lifts me and then sets me on my feet.

"Get on your fucking knees." he growls and I nod, dropping down to my knees and reaching for his pants, he slaps my hand away and I frown.

"ow!" I yelp as he grabs my hair and pull it up , making me sit up on my knees and I whimper, my scalp burning, my nipples hard and my pussy aching. 

"Crawl." He growls and then pushes my head down, letting my hands slap to the floor. I whimper and pant like a fucking cat in heat. I yelp as he pulls my hair like a leash, walking faster than I can crawl. My hands slipping and knees struggling to keep up.

"Faster bitch" He growls and uses the other hand to slap my ass. I yelp as I jump and move faster, he pulls me by my hair , and right over to the tipped plant, and all the soil that spilled all over the carpet.  

"You want to be a dirty bitch?" he asks. 

I shake my head. 

"too fucking bad" He says and then pushes my head down, pushing my face into the dirt. I gasp before my face hits the carpet. He shakes me by my hair and rubs my fucking face in it. I squeeze my eyes shut and he pulls my face out of it. Then lets go of my hair. His foot hits my ass, and pushes hard, making me fall onto my stomach, falling into the soil.

"go ahead, you want to act like a pig, be one. Roll in it, you fucking brat." He says and I lay there, on my stomach. Did I want to be face down in soil, no, this wasnt a good time. But misbehaving just to piss him , was. Maybe I DID like being pushed into the dirt of the mess I made. Maybe I did like being taught a lesson, as long as it was him doing it. I still had no idea how I was okay with everything we've been doing. I still barely knew him. But he'd fucked up Nolan, for me. 

I squirm and roll over onto my back, wiping my face, as much as I can. Laying on my back. Looking up at him. He smiles.

"I'll tolerate a lot. You being a fucking pig isn't one of them." He says. 

"Clean your fucking self off. Then clean this god damn mess. If I find, ONE fucking spec of dirt, anywhere in this house..." he warns and leans down. "I will fuck your ass till it bleeds like your cunt." He snarls. 

My eyes widen. He smirks. "And im not fucking bluffing sweetheart. I'd love an excuse to fucking rape that tight ass." 

"One fucking grain of soil....anywhere on these floors....and you'll spend the rest of the day with my cock in your ass, do you understand Lyla?" He asks. I blink, believing every word. I nod. 

"yes" I exhale.

"Good. Now clean this shit up." he says. "Cleaning closet is down the hall. I suggest you shower down here , unless you want to risk trailing your filth upstairs and giving yourself more to clean. Not a fucking SPECK of dirt Lyla. Your sneaker marks too. On my carpet, and on my floors, you better make sure these floor shine. Do you hear me?" he asks as he walks away.

"y-yes" I answer and he walks to the stairs, looking back at me. 

"I'm getting dressed and going to the gym. I'll be gone two hours. That's how long you've got to fucking clean up." He says and I nod. 

"good girl" he grins and keeps walking. 

I look around, my eyes going down to the front of me, covered in soil. The white carpet already tinted brown from my being smashed ontop of the dirt. 

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I shower first. When im done, he's already left the apartment. I pull on my t shirt and leggings, then go to the closet. Hurrying , grabbing the vaccum. Starting with the biggest mess, the soil. I whimper when it takes forever, because the soil is embedded in the plush carpet. I run my hand over it, trying to loosen the dirt. 

I don't even bother cleaning anything else, until this is done. Because this is the first place he'll check. It takes me nearly a full hour just to get all the little grains of soil, but his carpet is still ruined. I spray some foam shit on the carpet, on my sneaker marks. Then while it sets I begin tracking through the house, using a rag and cleaner to clean all the spots where my sneakers left prints. I grab a pair of his socks from his massive closet, figuring ill probably be punished for feet marks too. So just to be safe, I slip the socks on and do another few laps making sure the floors are spotless upstairs, and Im gateful there's no carpet in the rooms that I hid on or ran through. Or if there are area rugs, i didnt step on them. 

I clean the stairs, the floors around the white rug, I move my sneakers that were left in the kitchen, to the mat by the front door. I'm wiping on my hands and knees. When I look at the clock, i've got twenty minutes. 

So I go back to the rug, trying to wipe the carpet clean. I'm fucking shaking when the front door opens a few minutes later. I lift my head. I find Bubbles and Squirt, looking at me from the door. 

"I cant get it out" I whine. Tears fill my eyes. I trusted that Ezra wouldnt fucking be as extreme as he promised. I didnt doubt he'd fuck my ass, but I had to believe he wouldnt fucking make me bleed. He liked me too much to hurt me that much, right? Part of me is crying in fear, and part of me is crying because....i dont want to disappoint Ezra. Who am I? I'm crying because he won't smile and tell me I'm a good girl , because he'll find his carpet stained from the soil. 

They ignore me, I cry on my hands and knees, rubbing at the stain, adding more foam.

Two tree trunk legs are by me a minute later. I look up , leaning back and sniffling as Bubbles squats down, and sprinkles baking soda on carpet. 

He sets down the box of baking soda and points to the carpet. I nod. I finish sprinkling it on the spots with stains. He walks away again. "Squirt" just stands there, in his normal stance, Bubbles comes back with laudry detergent and a stain remover spray.

"Don't rub." He says and his voice is like thunder. "Blot it." he says. I nod. 

"thank you Bubbles "I sniff and he snarls and huffs and then Squirt and him walk out the door and close it behind them. 

I'm still working the last of the stain from the rug, I dont see a spec of dirt, does the stain count, because it's definitely there. 

I wince as the front door opens and this time , it's Ezra. My eyes lift up and I almost forget that he's threatened me. Because he's shirtless, sweaty, in a pair of gym shorts. His hair wet, body glistening. 

He walks in, a towel and shirt slung over his shoulder, panting, breathing hard and looks down at me as he stands at the edge of the carpet. My eyes are wet from crying, but I just blink my wet lashes, looking him up and down. 

He looks around. Walks away and I turn my head. Watching him walk through, inspecting the floors. Walking up the stairs and I hear him move around. I give up on the carpet. 

A few minutes later , the shower is running, but then I hear the door open and he walks to the top of the stairs, I turn and look, seeing him looking down at me. 

He lifts his hand, beckoning me with two fingers and then turns and walks away. I exhale and push up and walk up the stairs. Tears in my eyes. 

I walk into the bathroom, Ezra is naked, his gym clothes on the floor.

"Pick those up for me. Put them over there." He says of his clothes on the floor, and nodding to a hamper. 

I do as I'm told and pick up his clothes and place them in the hamper. 

I turn and look at him. 

"i got all the dirt...but...it's stained...i didn't finish" I say. 

"Is that why you're crying?" He asks. 

I nod. 

"Take your clothes off." he says, standing there, his cock hard, and probably ready to rip in two. 

"Ezra I don't want you to fuck my ass." I cry. 

"Shut up and do as your told." he says. 

I sniffle, tears falling as I remove my clothes, and throw them with his. 

"please" I cry as he steps forward. 

"shhhh" He says softly and then takes my face in his hands.

"Will you do it again?" He asks. 

I blink. 

"Make a mess?" he asks. 

I shake my head. 

"You've learned your lesson?" He asks. I nod. Blinking tears from my eyes. 

"Stop crying." he says , and i whimper. 

"I said stop crying, not cry more." he says and my lips trembles as I try to stop my tears.

"stop fucking crying" he growls.

"I cant!" I raise my voice. 

He slaps my cheek. I glare at him. 

"Hitting me isnt going to help!" I yell at him and he smiles and then leans down, and crashes his mouth to mine, tipping my head up and groaning against my lips and I whimper,, lifting my arms up and around his neck as he reaches down and grabs my ass and lifts me. My legs going around his waist.

"does this help?" he asks. I nod.

"Please dont fuck my ass" I whine as I keep kissing him. 

"then behave" he says and I nod. 

"I will" i say as I kiss him and he carries me into the shower, closing the glass door behind us. 

"I want to fuck your mouth, and your cunt. Can I have those?" he asks and I nod. 

"Good girl, get on your knees" he says, lowering me to the floor of the shower and I get on my knees.