EroticReverie

Jinx 

I’m so warm and toasty and I’m cocooned beneath the blanket and a large arm is draped over me. I forget in the first moments of waking. Where I am. And whose arm is around me. But then it hits me and I gasp and my eyes fly wide open. 

A chest of black ink and hard muscle greets me. My cheek pressed to it.  My heart starts racing and i tense. I’m still and I listen. His breathing is even. Calm. His heart beats under my cheek and I slowly lift my head. Looking at the mask. The neck of tattoos beneath it. 

Then I feel him. How I’m entirely pressed to him. My leg draped over him. My hand resting on the other side of his chest. Fucking embracing him and cuddling against him.  What the hell Jinx? You fell asleep with him?! 

But I’d been so exhausted. Physically. Emotionally. And a small part of me, maybe even trusted him. How ridiculous. But he hasn’t lied to me, had he? His truths were depraved and threatening. But he didn’t do or say anything he didn’t already tell me he was going to. Quit justifying this motherfuckers actions Jinx. 

I’m aware a moment later that the only thing between us is the t shirt of his I have on. Butcher is naked. I move my head just slightly and look down. The covers are pulled up to my shoulder. Covering us both. I lift my arm slightly. The covers lifting and my eyes fall down under them. I swallow as I watch his chest an abdomen rise and fall just slightly with each sleeping breath. My hand lifts higher and I lift my cheek and take a glimpse of t him below the waist. I swallow hard. Seeing his cock. Limp , the piercings decorating him. How could anyone ever want to pierce the genitals? I won’t even get my ears pierced. How anyone could willingly want pain was beyond me. But with the man’s body covered in tattoos, and the piercings in his cock. It was clear that Butcher didn’t just like giving pain, he liked receiving it. Or , at the very least could handle it. 

With my head lifted , I turn it. Looking at his mask. I gulp. He could be awake. I wouldn’t even know. Because I can’t see his eyes. He could be looking right back at me. But the easy breathing and slow beat of his heart tells me he’s asleep. 

I stare at the mask. It’s not terribly scary. If it were just on a rack in a Halloween store. It wouldn’t cause me to flinch. But on him, on people that chase you down? Yeah. It was fucking scary. There’s a malicious curve to the lips of the devils mouth. The sockets of the eyes deeply set. His glisten , all black and I lift my hand. Touching the edge of the mask near his chin. I trace the little groove beneath the sinister smile. 

What did Butchers mouth look like? I knew what it felt like. My entire body knew what it felt like. I swallow. I’m not happy about what he’s done to me. I’m not happy with myself for coming here, for signing those fucking papers. I’m not happy that I was curious about a man that has promised to sexually assault me to the fullest extent. He wants to rape me. And I’m here. Wondering about the face beneath his mask. 

I bet it’s beautiful. I bet it so fucking strikingly perfect that I’d commit it to memory forever. I bet he’s the most beautiful man I’ll ever see. The rest of him is. That’s for sure. 

He’s a fucking rapist Jinx. He hides behind the contracts and ndas and waivers of this place to carry out his true desires. He likes hurting women. And here you are fucking ready to write poetry about a face you’ve never seen before a face that would rip you apart and hold you down and fuck you without giving a single fuck about whether you wanted it or not. 

I could take it off. I could rip the mask off right now. Take my look. I’d get to see his face. But what would the consequences be for that? Would he sit me on it? Eat my pussy till I broke down again from the overwhelming way his mouth was capable of making me feel? I grit my teeth. Hating him so much.  But still so curious. I needed to see him. I need to know what a true monster looks like. 

My fingers slip to the bottom of the mask. Do I just rip it off? Push it up slowly and hope it doesn’t wake him?  Maybe I could sneak my look. Maybe he wouldn’t even know and I’d receive no punishment for killing the mystery of the monster behind the mask. 

I decide for slow. I let my finger tip gently lift it just a fraction of an inch. My heart pounding even harder now somehow , than it was when I was running and pissing myself at the start of it all. It’s only been hours and feels like it’s been days since it happened. I swallow and know that the back of the mask is under his head and if I’m going to be sneaky about it. I might only be able to get a glimpse of the lower half of his face. I exhale shakily. My hand shaking as I go to move it up a bit more. I swallow as I see the stubble on his neck , along his jaw. 

I scream as his large hand comes out of now where and grabs my wrist. I jerk back and his arm that’s always around me snags me against him tighter. 

“Bad mouse.” His voice is deep , so fucking deep and my eyes fill with tears. Jesus Christ he was so scary. Or maybe it was the fact I’d been caught and was probably about to be punished for it. No. I most definitely would be punished for it. That’s what had my eyes watering. Knowing he wouldn’t let me get away with trying to reveal his face. 

“I wasn’t-“

“Don’t. Lie.” He growls. Yeah. Lying. Apparently monster devil man wasn’t a fan of me lying to him. 

“I was just-“ I shake as his hand on my wrist pushes it back and he shifts and then I’m pinned by my wrist. He straddles me and grabs my other hand and pins that one too. 

“Oh, I know what you were about to do Little Mouse” he growls. 

“I’m sorry” I tremble and he groans. 

“How sorry?” He groans and then I feel his cock. Swelling against my stomach.

“V-very s-sorry” I answer and he hums as if trying to decide whether or not he believes me. 

“Sorry you got caught or sorry for being a bad little mouse and breaking the rules?” He asks. 

“B-both” I answer honestly and he hums. 

“I have to punish you, you know that don’t you?” He asks. 

Tears spill from my eyes. I nod. 

He groans. 

“And you’re not going to fight me? Beg me not to?” He cocks his head slightly. 

“Would there a point to that? Would you listen to me if I asked you not to?” My voice is pathetic , small, Slightly angry and slightly scared. 

“Youre learning” he says and I can hear the smile on his tone. 

“What are you, going to do?” I ask. 

“You know what you need little mouse?” He groans as if what he has planned for me is going to make him cum all over my stomach from just the thought of it. 

I shake my head. 

“I think what you need, is a good, old fashioned, spanking” he groans and his cock digs into my stomach as he grinds against me and I whimper. 

I did not want to be spanked. But I also didn’t want anything worse than that either. 

“How’s that sound, hmm? Is that fair?” He asks. 

“None of this is fair” I say and he laughs softly.

“That’s life mouse, that’s what happens when a little mouse scurried her pretty little body in these doors and signs up to belong to me for forty eight hours” he says and then releases my wrists and sits up and I swallow. Shaking as he moves to the side of the bed and turns his head. He pats his lap. 

“Bring your naughty little ass over here” he says. I whimper. But I move. Because I know if I don’t. He’ll just use that deep loud growl of a yell and I’ll piss him off. 

“Good girl” he says with a nod as I move onto my hands and knees and crawl over to him. 

“Stand here.” He says and points the floor. I move off the bed and stand here I’m told. 

“Take the shirt off.” He says and cross my arms around myself. 

He’s seen me naked. Eaten my god damn pussy and sucked my nipples and twisted them and tortured them with his fingers. But it still wasn’t easy to just get naked for him. 

“Come here mouse” he says and it’s not a hard demand, there’s no commanding darkness to it. It’s…sweet? No. That’s wrong. This man is not sweet. He wants me to strip and bend over so he can spank me and hurt me. No. Definitely not sweet. 

His hands grab my waist and he gently coaxes me forward and makes me stand between his legs. My eyes go from the sinister devils mask to the sinister dick that rubbed itself against my cunt and taunted my pussy, the cock that slapped on my lips and came in my mouth and make me choke on its cum. 

I jerk my eyes back up. His hands grab the hem of his shirt near my knees and he lifts it slowly. Letting a few fingers tips skim lightly over my skin. 

“Dont be shy” he says and my arms lift as he moves the shirt up and pulls it off me slowly. Till my hair falls out and down my back and he drops the shirt onto the bed. 

“Look at what you do to me mouse, go ahead. You want to look at my face, and my cock. I’m allowing you to look at one of them, as much as you want , so go on. Look.” He says and then his hand is on it. I keep my eyes on his mask and he groans. 

“Look at what you do to me Jinx” he groans, it’s more a plea, than a command. 

My eyes drops and I suck in a breath.  The sight of his inked hand, large , wrapping around his large cock. All of him. Is so fucking big. 

“Fuuuuck, do you like that? Do you enjoy making me hard for you mouse?” He asks and grunts as he grips himself harder and strokes a little faster.

Do I? No. Yes. I don’t know. 

“Fuck, look at that, look at the way it drips for you Mouse” he groans as I see a fat bead of clear precum leak from the tip and it slides down the head of his cock , over the pronounced ridge of the head and drips down his cock and into his hand that pumps his cock. 

My eyes follow it till it disappears and I stand there. Unable to rip my eyes away no matter how much I want to. Watching his piercings disappear and reappear from under his fingers , looking at the thick curved circle piercing of the Prince Albert right through the tip of his dick that is spilling another bead of precum. This drop slides on the smooth metal and Butcher groans. 

“Do you like watching me jerk off for you?” He groans. 

I lift my eyes to his mask. 

He groans again. 

“Answer me” he groans. 

Don’t lie. His words are deep in my head and hear his voice inside my head repeating those two words. 

“Yes.” I answer and he groans deeply and then reaches with his other hand and pulls me closer and I gasp as he lets the piercing hit my navel and he jerks himself off against me. The head of his cock hitting my stomach with each stroke.

“You sexy fucking slut, you make me so fucking hard” he groans and I whimper , I look down. Watching as he simply jerks off against my body. 

“Youre spanking is going to have to wait. Come here” he growls and his arm grabs me and pulls me right onto his lap and I yelp. Shaking as he makes me straddle him. 

“Lift up” he groans. 

“Butcher” my voice shakes. 

“Lift. The. Fuck. Up. Now.” He commands and I whimper my hands going to his shoulders as I pull myself up. 

“Please” I cry. Was he going to make take him? 

“Shut up, I’m not going to hurt you” he growls and I believe him but I also don’t. 

I whine as he lets the head of cock push against my clit and the cold metal piecing pushes over my clit slightly and he groans. 

“Give me your cunt” he growls. 

“Butcher” I plead. 

“Shut up.” He growls and pulls me closer and lets the head of his cock push against my pussy and he groans. He doesn’t push inside. But he’s there. Right there. His hand pumping along his cock as he keeps the head of his cock and the piercing against my entrance. 

“Fuuuuuck I love your little cunt” he groans and I yelp and he nudges a bit harder. But he still doesn’t breach that point , but the pressure pushes at my entrance and he nudges again. Again. He may not be inside of me, his cock may just be teasing that line but he fucks me. He fucks the tip of his cock into that spot. Over and over. And groans as I grips his shoulders. 

“Youre getting wet” he groans.

He doesn’t have to point it out. I can fucking feel it. 

“Good girl, get nice and fucking wet for me Mouse, I love your horny , slutty , little virgin cunt getting wet for me”

I whimper as he keeps jerking himself off. 

“I’m gonna cum all over your pretty little pussy” he groans. 

“Have my cum inside you before I even sink my cock into your tight little pussy” he grunts and whimper. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how bad I need your pussy, Mouse” he groans. 

“I’m gonna fuck your little cunt so hard, that you’ll never forget me, you’ll think of me everytime a man sticks his dick inside you” 

“I’m gonna own your pussy , claim it, make it mine”

“I’m gonna rip your tight little cunt open on my cock and take  that fucking cherry” he groans and I shake , crying as I feel my pussy weep onto his cock. How could I be this scared and this wet at the same time? It didn’t make any sense. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna cry so good for me when I make you take it Mouse” 

“Youre getting every fucking inch of me baby” he groans and I gasp and can’t explain the way my body reacts to this masked man thrusting to rape me as he calls me baby. 

“Butcher” I whine. 

“Fuck, say it again, just like that, say it like you want me baby” he groans and feel my pussy being teased by his cock. The way he keeps nudging but not passing that line. 

“Butcher” I whine again and he grunts and suck in a breath as I feel the warm wet spill of his cum against my entrance. 

“Jinx” He growls my name as he cums. 

“Ungh” he grunts and his hand jerks his cock as he keeps the head pressed right to me. I feel the spurts of his cum and feel it already dripping from me.

He pants and breathes hard. Cursing and hangs his head back with a groan as his hand falls away. His head turns. He reaches for the blindfold near the pillow. And pushes it down around my head.

I’m panting. Fuck. I’m panting like I want him. 

I hear him remove his mask. His breathing clearer. 

“Say my fucking name” he says as he grabs my face. 

“Butcher” I breathe it out. Forcing the name from my lips and then his one hand grabs my ass and lifts me up and pulls my mouth to his. Crashing his lips against mine and I moan. I fucking moan into his mouth. 

My hands on his shoulders. Go to his neck. Go up behind his head and grab ahold of his hair. It’s thick. It’s soft. A bit damp from sweat and I moan louder into his growling mouth. My hands slipping through his hair as his hand on my ass squeezes and I cry out into his mouth as his hand slips down behind my ass and between my legs and reaches to my clit. Rubbing. I pant , my hands pulling his hair as my mouth breaks from his and my head goes back and I moan out as he keeps rubbing my clit. 

“You beautiful , beautiful, fucking slut” he growls and I cry louder. 

“Say my name” he growls. 

“Butcher!” I practically scream. 

“Fuck. Yes. Again” he growls and his mouth dips to my neck and kisses it. I groan and his tongue licks at my neck. Over to my ear. 

“Scream my fucking name , you virgin slut” he growls .

“Butcher!” I scream as I cum and he groans. My hips writhing and my legs shaking as he keeps rubbing me right through every fucking second. He doesn’t force me to take more than I can handle. At my first overwhelmed screech , his hand slows and drags back. His fingers rub against my cunt and his fingertip , a single finger tip dips inside of me. 

“This is mine” he growls and I can’t even. Breathe.  My cunt pulses and his finger fucks me gently. But it moves quickly as he teases my cunt with just enough to make me squeeze around his finger. 

“Whose is it baby? Hmm?” He groans and I whimper. 

“Y-yours” I answer , knowing it’s the answer he wants. And hating how quickly I answered him. 

“Tell me I own it” he groans and I gasp as his finger slips a bit deeper. Not by much. But enough to know it’s the deepest he’s put his fingers inside of me so far. It’s tight and it hurts just a little bit. 

“Tell me. I fucking own it.” 

“You own it” I cry. 

His finger pushes deeper and I cry out. 

“Making me waste that precious hymen on my finger, you sexy fucking thing” he groans and his finger pushes deeper and I cry out. 

Is that why it hurt to have a single finger inside of me? 

“Fuck you feel so good” he groans.

“Youre so god damn tight, Mouse” he groans and then slides his finger out of me. 

“I’ll break that pretty little pussy later, right now you have a punishment to take” he growls and then grabs me and lays me over his lap. My feet don’t even touch the floor as my waist hooks over his one leg and his pivots and grabs my hands and crosses my arms behind my back. My cheek to the bed.  

“Butcher please” I cry. 

“Youre going to thank me.  After each slap I give this pretty little ass.” He groans and rubs my bare ass with one hand and still holding my arms crossed behind my back. 

“Please” I cry.

“Shut up. The only two words Youre allowed at the ones I want after each spanking. Do you understand?” He growls and I whimper. But I nod. He grabs my ass cheek hard and groans. 

His hand slides between my legs again. 

“Fuck, your little pussy makes me fucking crazy” he groans as he teases me with two fingers and I squirm and moan as I feel him rub my cunt around the entrance. 

“Cant stop touching it baby, fuck, you’re such a good girl” he groans and slides his fingers to my clit and jerk. It’s still to sensitive. I yelp as his fingers pinch my clit between them I cry out and he moves his hand slightly back and forth. 

“Fuck, I love playing with your cunt” he groans and then smacks my pussy. I yelp. 

“You be a good girl and take your punishment , and then I’m eating your little cunt and breaking you apart again so you need me to hold you again” he groans. 

“Youre so fucking sexy when you’re broken down baby, my little mouse is so sexy when she’s crying in my arms” he says and slaps my ass. 

It’s not hard. But it still surprises and shocks and stings. I hiss and gasp. My body jerks. 

“Mouse.  Say thank you.” He reminds me as his large hand palms the cheek he just smacks and rubs it softly. 

“T-thank you”  I say and he groans. 

“Youre welcome baby, you’re so fucking welcome” he groans and then his hand cracks down hard on my ass. And the gentle slaps. Are over.