EroticReverie

Jinx

"Eat up, Mouse." Butcher says , setting down a plate with french toast, eggs, breakfast sausage, bacon, an english muffin, and a bowl of fruit. His giant body sits down in the chair next to me, which seems like it's way too small for someone his height. 

I look at the plate. Then I look at him. His mask, the way his chair is turned slightly towards me, and his big arms cross, making his biceps bulge as he just sits there.

"What do you think I am, a horse? I can't eat all this Butcher." I say, and look back at my ridiculously portioned plated. 

"Far from a horse, little mouse." He says, his voice clearly amused by me and I look at him. No, not at him.  Never at him. Just that fucking mask. I hate it.

"I hate that I can't ever tell when you're looking at me. Your eyes could be on the ceiling, or closed, or -"

"Don't pretend like you don't know Mouse. Don't pretend like you don't know my eyes are fucking locked on you every single second." He says and then sits up a bit, uncrossing his arms. I just blink as he lifts his hand and grabs my jaw, it's gentle, I dont flinch when his hand reaches for me like I did, just hours ago when I first met him. When he terrorized me. God, it hasnt even been a full day, and I dont know how I went from utterly terrified to...whatever the hell this wanting is that I have now. Therapy. I needed so much fucking therapy. Not just for how I was feeling towards a man who I shouldnt like as much as I do, and what he did to me. But also, for what I did. To Regan. 

"I'm always looking at you. And I know you feel my eyes on you Mouse. So don't pretend like you don't know exactly where my eyes are at all times." He says and then let's on a barely audible groan.

"Eat your breakfast before I put you on your knees and the only thing you get for breakfast is my cum in your fucking stomach Jinx." He growls and his grip is a little tighter.

"Jesus Butcher...settle down." I huff and bat his hand away. 

"You make it fucking impossible." He groans and shifts and settles back into his chair and crosses his arms again with a grumble. 

" I think -" I start.

"Eat your god damn food Jinx. Quit talking. You're pissing me off." He growls.

I whip my head, my jaw dropping. 

"I didnt do anything!" I scowl at him. 

"Quit arguing with me Mouse and eat your fucking breakfast." He says and I roll my eyes and huff.

"asshole" I mutter and shake my head and he growls. I mimic it sarcastically as I wobble my head. "eat your breakfast mouse" I mock his deep voice as I pick up a piece of bacon. 

I let out a fucking yip as he swats it out of my hand, grabs me and slides his chair back and throws me over his lap.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE Y- AHH!" I screech as Butcher slaps me hard over my ass.

"WHAT THE F- AH!" I squeal as he slaps it again. 

"PUMPKIN!" i scream as a third one lands on my ass making it burn. 

He yanks me up out of his lap and drops me back into my seat and I glare at him as I wiggle and lift, and rub my hand over my ass.

"That fucking hurt you asshole!" I yell at him. 

"shut your sweet little fucking mouth Jinx, and EAT. It's the last time Im telling you." He growls and I feel my nose scrunch as I scowl and my lips tighten. 

"i hate you right now Butcher." 

"shut the fuck up and eat" he growls. 

"how about you shut the fuck up Butcher" I hiss, clearly not learning my fucking lesson. He growls and I ignore it and snatch up my bacon and take an angry bite and chew as I peek sideways at him. Wondering if im about to get man handled again for telling him to shut the fuck up.

"You make my dick so fucking hard." He mutters. Either to himself or to me. 

"Good. I hope it gets so hard that it breaks off." I huff and take another bite of my bacon. 

I feel my jaw stop chewing and my breath pause as he sits up, places his forearm on the table and gets his mask close to my face. I side eye him.

"Watch it precious. Or i'll break it off in that little cunt." He whispers and I swallow down my bacon. 

I lick my lips as I keep looking at my plate. I grab my fork. 

"Hurry up and eat so I can put my fucking hands on you." He groans. 

"I just started eating!" I protest, turning to look at him, I gasp , my nose brushing his mask. 

"And...you...promised me a nap" I say quietly, ducking my head back so Im not face to face with his mask. 

"And you'll get your nap Mouse...never said my hands wouldnt be on your body while you slept." He says and I swallow.

"It'll be fun playing with your little cunt and pretty tits while you sleep." he groans and I suck in a breath.

"Finish eating, pretty little mouse" he says and then leans back in his chair.

I exhale. My toes wiggling and I shift in my seat, not willing to analyze why Im soaking wet between my legs right now. I shouldnt be this wet for him, for his threats of touching me in my sleep. Wasnt that assault?  Molsetation? I mentally roll my eyes at myself. Yes Jinx, it is, and he's already done both to you. And here you are, wet for his promise to do it again, while, you, fucking, sleep. 

He lets out a soft chuckle.

"You're so easy to read Little Mouse" he says. "You cant fuckin wait for that nap, can you?" 

I let out a traitorous whimper and he groans.

"Eat." he says and I huff and continue to eat.

"Where is everyone?" I ask, the house is quiet. 

"Probably in other houses with your little friends. Or resting." He says.

I chew my lip and look at him. 

He shakes his head. "No"  he says.

"I didnt even-" I start.

"I can read those pretty little blue eyes just fucking fine Jinx. And the answer is no." He says. 

"You dont even know what I'm-"

"I said NO." He says, raising his voice at me and I growl in frustration as I scowl at him, he can't possibly know what I was going to ask or say. 

"She can stay tied to that fucking tree all god damn weekend." he says and my brows lift. Okay, maybe he CAN read my mind. 

"But she-"

"I SAID NO. DONT FUCKIN ASK AGAIN." He yells at me. It's scary, but it also pisses me off. 

"I CAN YELL TOO! SEE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I lean over yelling at him. 

His hand grabs my throat and he squeezes. Not hard, but enough that it reminds just who Im fucking with. 

"Im starting to think you WANT me to fuck you, with the way you refuse to fucking behave." He growls. 

"At least untie her." I plead. Call it my guilt fucking conscience. My morals that are all sorts of fucked up. I'd been someone else in that moment, seeing her, hearing her still try to manipulate me, and I'd...something had just snapped. But now, I was feeling guilty. She'd gotten what she deserved....I think. She didnt need to be tied up all fucking weekend. 

"No." He answers. I just look at him. If he can read my mind, read my eyes like he says he can, then I push more pleas at him through my facial expression and my eyes. They water.

"Stop it." he says. 

"please" I whisper and he inhales deeply and his thumb strokes my neck. 

"Finish your breakfast Mouse." he says and drops his hand. 

"But i-" 

I see his hand near his mask, his finger near the comms. 

"It's Butcher. Whoever is nearest to the black tier..cut her loose." He says. 

I feel my tears fall with relief. It didnt make up for what I did, and I didnt WANT to feel bad, but I did. 

"thank you" I say when he says nothing. 

"mhm." He hums. 

"I thought you were always gonna look at me?" I ask when he keeps himself faced to the table and not looking at me.

"I'm taking a break from your face. It makes me do shit that I don't want to do." He huffs, but then turns his head and looks at me.

"quit your crying and eat" he says softly. 

I place a hand on the table and push up out of my seat, I kiss the cheek of his devils mask. 

"thank you" i say it again. 

"enough, sit down and eat." he mutters. 

"you mad at me?" I ask and he sighs.

"Not a single bit....not a single fucking bit." he answers.

"Now please, for fucks sake, eat your fucking food." He sighs. 

I smile and turn back to my plate and begin to eat, Butcher scoots his chair a few inches closer, and leans back and lays his arm over the back of my chair.

"Are you going to eat?" I ask. He shakes his head. 

"arent you hungry?" I ask.

"Do you ever stop talking?" He asks and I drop my jaw and look at him.

"I thought we were being NICE to each other." I say. 

"Jinx" he growls.

"Okay, fine, got it, eat." I huff. " fuck me for caring i guess" I mutter as I grab my fork and and feel his hand at the back of my neck, giving me pause, but he doesnt grip my neck or do anything, other than rest it there. 

"I plan on it Mouse, I plan on it. " he says.