EroticReverie

Ezra Vance

"Yes. Whatever she wants." I tell the woman calling from the jeweler, who is telling me there a Miss Law in her shop , with my card and has a hundred and nineteen thousand dollar bill. 

"Oh...alright." She says. 

"Anything else?" I ask. 

"no sir, No Mister Vance." she says. 

"Very good then. Treat her well." I say and hang up the phone.

I wasn't sure if she thought she was punishing me, or if she was trying to prove some kind of point. But each notification on my phone of her spending my money, just made me smile. 

When I walk into the penthouse. I stop. Cocking my head. A smile spreading across my lips. There's a new carpet, replacing the one that she'd walked on with dirty sneakers, and tipped over my plant on. She's sitting on the coffee table, in red lingerie, the full fucking getup. Bra, panties...crotchless to be exact. A garter belt, stockings and heels. And around her neck is what I assume is a hundred and nineteen thousand dollars worth of diamonds. 

She's leaning back on the table, her feet apart. Her hair and makeup done. Her lips painted the same red as her lingerie, a deep red. Her hair is done loosely, little pieces hanging from the updo. Her tit in a half cup bra, her nipples showing over the tops. 

I walk over to her slowly. 

"You buy us a new carpet, baby?" I ask her as I unbutton the wrists of my shirt and roll them up slowly. 

"No, it just magically appeared." She says and spreads her legs wider as I step closer and then smile down at her. 

"You were an expensive little whore today. You proud of yourself?" I ask and then reach my hand out to her face and cup the side of it. She nods.

"You shouldn't be. You could have spent ten times more than what you did, and I wouldn't have felt it." I say and she narrows her eyes at me. 

"But you SHOULD be proud of how fucking good you look wearing our money." I say and she licks her lips and I smile. 

"Take my cock out." I say as I gently stroke my thumb along the underside of her lower lip. 

I hum as she sits up and brings her hands to my pants. 

"i missed you today" I say and groan as her hands work even faster.

"Did you miss me sweetheart, hmm?" I ask and she nods. I grin as she undoes my pants and pulls them down. She brings her mouth forward. 

I slap her cheek and she gasps and holds her face. 

"did i tell you , you could suck my fucking cock?"  I ask her and she whimpers, moaning and shakes her head. 

"No, i didnt, did i?" I ask as I take two fingers and bring them to her mouth. 

She opens and I smile down at her, pushing them over her red lip and into her mouth, over her tongue. 

"there you go, that whore mouth just needs anything at all in it, isnt that right?" I ask and she nods as she moans, sucking my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her mouth, watching the lipstick stain my fingers. 

"I like this lipstick...though i prefer a different shade of red on my fingers." I say as I draw my fingers out, and grab her throat with my hand and grip her right below her jaw at the top of her neck and squeeze as I rub my fingers over her mouth, smearing her red lipstick all over her mouth and cheeks and chin. 

"fuckin pretty whore" I growl and then slap her face again, harder than before and she yelps. Her eyes water and I shove my two fingers back in her mouth. 

"there you go baby, shut up" I groan and she sucks my fingers harder, faster, sucking them like they're my cock. 

"mmm, you look so fucking good" I groan , my eyes on her face, the smeared lipstick, her sitting there in lingerie, her bratty little ass on my coffee table, thousands of dollars decorating her perfect neck. 

"you're such a hot fucking cunt" I groan and keep fucking her mouth with my fingers, listening to her gag when i push them too far back, my other hand wrapping around my cock as I stroke it. 

I grin as she drools on her self, eyes watering as I shove two more fingers in, her mouth stretching around my fingers, all of them pushing back and forth in and out of her mouth. 

"dont swallow your spit...drool all over yourself you fucking whore" I groan and she moans, whimpering, letting the drool keep dripping down her chin, onto her chest. 

"you're so god damn hot baby" I groan and pull my fingers out of her mouth and slap her again. She wails but then fucking moans and I groan. I grab her throat and slap my cock on her face, rubbing it all over mouth, her cheek, smacking her with my dick and groaning at each flinch and pant of her desperate mouth. 

"messy fucking girl, look at you, drooling all over yourself like a nasty fucking bitch" I groan and slap her face with my hand , not going too hard, but enough to make it hurt and sting, and turn her cheek pinker. 

"you like that you dirty cunt?" I grunt and slap her again and she nods. Tears spill from her eyes, but she pants, squirming on the coffee table. 

"get the fuck up" I groan and she stands, my hand still around her throat as I push her back, around the table, towards the windows and then shove her against it, her head hitting the glass. She winces and hisses. I lift my hand from her throat and behind her head, because I might have done it too hard. 

I cradle her head, leaning down, kissing the side of her head. 

"you good?" I ask her softly. She's panting, nodding.

"I'm okay" she breathes and I kiss her temple and then rub the back of her head gently. 

"turn around" I say and she whimpers.

"dont be gentle" she whines.  "I can take it" 

"turn the fuck around" I growl at her. She turns and puts her hands to the glass. 

I reach down, between her legs, removing the tampon from her, dropping it to the floor and lining myself up.

I lean down, kissing her shoulder, and over it, up her neck and to her ear.

"please, be rough with me" she pleads.

"this is the last time i'll tell you...do not tell me how to fuck you." I whisper. 

She whines and presses her forehead to the glass, wanting to argue. 

I grab her hips.

"let's see how much your little pussy can take." I say , then drive my hips forward, up, and into her. Slamming her against the glass, knocking her onto her toes, making her scream, her hands squeaking on the glass and her breath fogging it. I grab her hair, pushing the side of her face to the glass, drilling into her again, again. Harder, faster. Making sure she gets what she wants. 

"all night....all fucking night...you're gonna take it..just like this....im going to use you the whores like you are supposed to be used....im going to hurt your cunt and your fucking feelings with the way im going to ruin your god damn body tonight" I growl and then pull her from the glass, and push her right off my cock and she falls onto her hands and knees and I get down behind her, grabbing her hair. She hisses and whimpers. 

"ow fuck" she cries as I grab I pull her hair hard and pull her head back and pound into her from behind. Her hands leaving the floor as I pull her hair more, I drop her hair, grab her fucking tits and squeeze them as I rail her. Her body jolting, her hair falling out of its updo as he head bobs with each thrust, and she cries my name as her ass slaps against my hips. 

"you fuckin bitch, you feel so fucking good on my cock Lyla" I growl and pull her right back against me, wrapping my arms around her, panting into her hair as i thrust into her. 

"perfect" I pant. "you're fucking perfect" 

"you're mine, say it" I groan. "fuckin say it" 

"i'm yours, im yours" she pants and cries and then Im taking her to the floor and holding her down. Pinning her hands to the floor with mine and her ass lifted slightly as I fuck her against the floor. 

"keep saying it" I groan. 

"I'm yours" she cries. 

"Im yours" she repeats and I keep going, grunting.

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An hour later, Lyla is crying, on her back, my hand around her throat, begging for me to stop. 

Another hour later she's bouncing on my cock as I fuck her against the wall. Pleading with me to stop. 

Another hour later, after I've kissed her tears and wiped them away, bathed her and fed her and made sure she drank enough water, she's laying in my arms. My hand , stroking her hair as she wraps her arm and leg around me and cuddles up to me. I kiss the top of her head. 

"How do you feel?" I ask her and she hums. 

"good" she says and kisses my chest. 

I exhale into her hair. "you sure?"

She nods. and I kiss her head again, and again. Again. I hold her tighter. 

"goodnight Lyla" I say softly.

"goodnight" she sighs and nudges herself as close to me as she can.