EroticReverie

Jinx

“What are you doing?” I cry as he ties my wrists again, but this time I’m not tied to the head of the bed. But instead , the rope he uses is slid through a hook in the ceiling.

I’m on my knees, whimpering as I watch him pull the rope gently till my arms are taut and I can’t fully sit on the bed. 

“Butcher” I whimper and he groans and I watch him grab the blindfold he put on me before and I’m crying as he slips it on. 

“Hate to hide those pretty eyes and those sexy tears” he hums and then he’s moving and I feel him lift one of my legs, pulling it over him. Making me straddle his stomach. 

His hands grab my thighs and squeeze and then move up and down my thighs and push up to my waist beneath the shirt of his I’m wearing. 

“You look good in my clothes Mouse” he groans. “So fucking good” 

His hands slip up my skin and his large hands push over my tits. I know my breasts are small , but they feel even smaller in such large hands. 

“Fuuuuck, I love these” he groans and I whimper , shaking ontop of him. My nipples are hard beneath his palms and then his hands slip to the side and his thumbs stroke them gently. 

I barely fought him on it this time. What was the point? He was a giant in comparison. There was no fighting him off or telling him no. In my head I tell myself it was to save my energy for when it could actually help me get the fuck out of here. But a very, very small part of me, knew it was also because I was curious. Would my third orgasm be better than my second which was better than the first?  A tiny part of me is the very slut he told me I was. 

I was still angry. Still scared. But , his hands and fingers were stroking me into also being shamefully aroused. 

My mouth parts as he gently pinched each nipple. Twisting and rolling them softly between his fingers. 

“I love how sensitive they are, how little pain you can withstand” he groans and pinches them a little harder and I let out a little squeak and my body jerks as the pressure of his fingers increase. 

“Youre so fuckin cute little mouse” he groans and pinches them hard. I cry out and hiss and my body tries to bend and move but his hands grabs my waist and he pulls me back into place. 

“Sit still. Let me hurt you.” He growls. 

The fear runs through me and I’m panting. 

“I don’t, want you to, please” I cry and he hums. 

“It’s not going to kill you Mouse, it’s just pain. It’s temporary.” He says and his large hands slip back under my shirt. 

“Let me do this and I promise I won’t cum on your pretty face again when I’m done eating your pussy.” 

The pain was temporary. Sure. But the mental effects of what was happening here, would last. How much worse was it going to get? How much did he plan on making me endure? I can’t imagine he just wants to give me orgasms for forty eight hours and cum on my face. He’s already told me he plans on taking me. Would he really? I’d seen him with Blair. Is that what he would do to me? 

“Good girl” he says with a low groan when I don’t argue and his fingers grab my nipples again. 

The twists and pulls range in intensity. Some making me gasp. Some making me hiss and some making scream from the pain. I’m panting and my body feels weak and achy from the amount of anticipation that he’s making me feel. Wondering what each touch will be like. How hard will he pinch them this time? Will it be soft or will it hurt? There’s not method. His fingers keep me guessing and crying the entire time.

My nipples burn. They’re sore and even the smallest pinches and lightest touches have them hurting. 

“Please, stop, it hurts” I cry as his fingers just rub gently over my nipples. 

His one hand slides up further and around my throat and I cry out. He grips it firmly. Not yet squeezing , but the threat of that giant hand and what it was capable of doing to my throat, had me crying harder.

His other hand slides down and his hand slips down and palm up as he slides it over my pussy. 

“Where’s that little clit , hmm?” He hums as his fingers toy with me. Slipping and sliding back and forth as if he doesn’t know exactly where it is. 

“Is that it?” He asks as he dips a fingertip into my pussy. 

“No, that’s not it, that’s your wet little cunt” he says and I hate how my muscles clench, how my pussy likes it, how good it feels to have him tease and stroke the entrance. 

“Such a tight little cunt” he groans and slides his finger in just the slightest bit more and I whimper and my hips move and he chuckles. 

“Such a naughty little slut, Mouse” he taunts as he slides a second finger in. He doesn’t push them far, but enough to make me feel them, side by side. Stretching me around them. I hiss. 

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight, even when you’re all wet and your little cunt is begging to be fucked, you’re still so tight” he groans. 

“Thank me for not yet ruining this tight little cunt of yours” he groans and I whimper. 

“Say. Thank you Butcher” he growls. 

I say the words. Knowing if I don’t it could lead to him doing exactly what I’m supposed to be thanking him for not doing. 

“Thank you Butcher” I say shakily and he hums and his fingers slide out and he slips them to my clit and rubs. My mouth widening and vision bursts behind the blindfold. The soft slow strokes of his fingers bring back the pleasure I so terribly wish I didn’t feel. But I do. I fucking feel it, everywhere. 

My hips rock and he groans. 

“Now thank me again, for touching your sweet little clit just how you like it” he groans. 

“Th-thank you” I cry and I moan. His fingers are touching me like he knows exactly how my clit feels right now. Like he knows my pleasure and can feel it himself. He touches me like I’d touch myself. Except, it’s better. That realization makes me hate him and myself even more. 

“Would you like me to keep doing this, or would you like to feed me ,Mouse?” He groans and I whimper. I don’t want to admit to wanting him to do either of those things. 

He laughs. 

“Just fucking say it.” He groans and rubs my clit faster. “Fucking say it” he growls. 

“I want you-“ I say my voice catching as I try to stop myself from saying it out loud. 

“Say it , say it you pretty little slut” he groans and is already moving beneath me. Sliding down. Bring my pussy over his face. 

“Butcher” I whine and he groans and blows on my clit. I shiver and my muscles clench and I pull on the rope binding my hands. 

I don’t say it. But I might as well have. Because then I’m shutting him up as I sit down. Right on his face. 

Butcher groans loudly against my clit and his tongue licks me like it did before. Up and down. Inside of me and back out as he licks and sucks at my pussy as I hiss and moan with my hips bucking. I feel my eyes roll behind my closed lids. 

“Fuck” I cry. Why did my body have to betray so fucking easily? Why was I riding his face like he was a lover and not a fucking predator?

“Butcher” I moan his name and gasp. I hate myself.  I hate him. But I don’t hate this. Not even a little bit. Fuck it feels so good. I’ve never been so fucking wet. never been so needy and desperate. 

“Say thank you” he growls against my clit and I yelp as he sucks my clit. The two words take work to get out as my body responds the absolute fucking intoxicating feeling of his mouth on my clit. 

I can feel the stubble of his face, can feel his mouth and his chin and his nose against my flesh. My legs shake and I whimper as he abandons my clit and his tongue and mouth slip to my cunt and I grunt. I fucking grunt as I feel his tongue plunge inside of me. I feel his head moving. Pushing his face into me over and over. But it’s not him doing it. I’m fucking his tongue. I’m riding it. I scream out. I can’t stop. I want to. But I can’t. I grind myself on his mouth , his tongue buried as deep as it can get and I clench around it as he growls into me. 

“Butcher” I cry “fuck, oh god” 

“Mouse” he groans. 

Then his tongue goes back to my clit. And I see stars behind the blindfold as I cum the fucking second his tongue is back upon my aching my clit. It’s really unfair how quickly the pleasure peaks. What’s more unfair is the way his hands grab my hips and keep me there when it becomes too much. I’m thrashing. Trying to get away. The orgasm has peaked and it’s almost painful as he makes me take more. As he keeps licking and sucking my sensitive clit. Growling against me as I scream and try to beg. But I fail. Because I can’t do anything other than screech and flail as I try to buck off his mouth. 

“Drown me in it” he growls against my clit as the relentlessness of his mouth forced me to the point where it feels like I’m peeing on his mouth. Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m cumming. I’ve never felt this. I don’t know what the hell is happening. Whatever it is , is so intense that I can barely breathe. And all my moans sound strangled and pained , because it’s so fucking good that it hurts. The feeling seems like something that isn’t even real. 

I’m soaking him. And he doesn’t stop. I’m only held up by the ropes bound at my wrists. My body is limp and I’m helpless as he devours me. 

“S-stop” I cry. “Butcher, stop” I cry. My plea more deep than any of my previous requests for his mercy. He gives a long groan and …he stops. I’m sobbing. I don’t even understand what just happened. I don’t understand half of the emotions running through me right now. I’m choking on my cries as I feel him move , my wrists become unbound and his large arm holds me around my waist right before I fall. His other hand removing the blindfold from me. 

I don’t have to look at him to know his mask is back on. He sits down and then lays down, taking me with him and because he’s the only fucking source of some kind of comfort , I cry into his chest.  He holds me and I let him. The reason for my tears , has his arms wrapping me tightly to him as I lay beside him and my arm willing reaches over his chest to hold onto him. I don’t understand my reaction and don’t care enough to analyze it right now. I can’t stop crying. 

His large hand comes up behind my head as he holds my crying face to his chest , letting me soak his shirt with my tears and snot. He gently massages the back of my head and clutches my hair , then starts to gently stroke my head and lets me cry. Without taunting me for it. Without telling me I’m pretty when I cry or how hard it makes him to listen to me sob. 

He doesn’t hush me. Doesn’t pin me down and try to use my mouth to spill his cum down my throat again. He holds me like he’s sorry. But I know better. He’s not sorry. He enjoyed every second of my descent into darkness with him. He enjoys this too. Listening to me cry. 

But I still hang onto him. Hating him. But using him for the only comfort I can find right now.