EroticReverie

Jinx 

I’m naked. The blindfold is over my eyes, my face to the bed, my ass in the air as Butcher licks my pussy from behind. 

I couldn’t even begin to explain how I’d so quickly became something other than terrified of him. How could I want this, how could I have done what I did to Regan? How could I be so wet for a man that made his living by chasing and torturing and raping the willing? How could I be so stupid? How could I want him as badly as I do? 

“Butcher” I moan his name. Unable to stop myself from panting his name repeatedly. Unable to figure out what it means that part of me doesn’t want this weekend to end, when I’d been so eager to leave the second I got here. 

“Mouse” he groans as his tongue spears my pussy, he growls and warm breath panting at my pussy. The sounds of him devouring me fill the room along with the sounds of my shameless moans. 

“Take pleasure in the fact you’re the only one enjoying yourself this weekend Mouse. Take pleasure in the fact they brought you here knowing you’d hate it, that they meant for you to suffer and you’re the only one having a good fucking time. Take pleasure in the fact they’ll regret ever coming here.” He groans and I moan. And I do. 

This was their fantasy and my nightmare. And now , it was the opposite. They were living a night mare. While I was being given too many orgasms to keep track of. 

I cum on Butchers mouth, then I cum on his fingers. I’m a whimpering mess as I lay on my back with the blind fold still over my eyes as he kisses over my stomach , up to my breasts and begins to work on them with his mouth and tongue. His teeth. My pussy clenching when they pinch my nipple. I whimper and hiss as my body writhes. My pussy aching and throbbing in the post orgasm euphoria. My body trembling as he sucks my nipple hard with a groan and then bites it again. Harder this time. I cry out. 

“Shhhh” he whispers. “It’s okay Little Mouse” he groans and then bites the other just as hard and I cry out. 

His tongue strokes my hard nipple. Pressing soft kisses to it, soothing the sting his teeth are responsible for. 

“I love your body” he groans. “Youre so perfect Mouse” he groans and his hands grab my small breasts and push them together and kisses and licks them. Back and forth. Bathing them with his tongue. Warming them with his breath and flicking my nipples with his tongue. 

“You love your pretty little tits getting all my attention, don’t you Mouse?” He groans and I whimper. Nodding as I pant and he groans and kisses up my chest. I’m panting and head tilting to the side as he kisses up my neck. My hands finding his chest. His shoulders. His arms. Grabbing them as he bites and sucks my neck. I moan.

“Take pleasure knowing the marks I make on your will fade, but the ones I made…the ones WE made..on your fucking friends..won’t” 

“They’ll have reminders of what happened here  , living on their skin forever” he groans and I lift my legs and wrap them around him and he groans in my ear. 

“Unless you want something to remember me by too” he whispers. My breath catches. 

Why did a small fucked up part of me want that? Why did a small little voice in my head say it wasn’t fair that I wouldn’t have a visible reminder of Butcher to look at whenever I pleased? And how did he know that’s exactly where my head was at? 

“I’d gladly make you bleed and scar for me if you want me to Mouse” he groans. 

“I’d gladly mark your perfect skin with my blade and put my name on you so that decades from now my name will still be there, a reminder of the way you belong to me” he groans. 

I’m shaking. No. I don’t want him to cut me or carve me. But I imagine it. The faded scars, years from now, dressing in front of my future husband with a strangers name in white liens of healed scars on my skin. My husband asking where it came from and the way I’d choose to never tell anyone the way I let him corrupt me and make me his for forty eight hours. 

“Maybe right here” he whispers as his thumb presses to my hip bone. 

He massages the spot. 

“I’d hate to ruin your perfect body, but it’d be worth it to know my name would decorate the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen for the rest of her life” he groans and then is moving down and he loses my hip bone. Bites it and groans as I gasp and my pussy drips. Why did I want that? How could I want his name engraved in me? 

“I don’t want you to ever forget me Mouse” he groans. But I don’t need to tell him that I won’t. That I don’t need a visible reminder on my skin. That I’d never forget him. This nightmare that turned into something so much darker than I would’ve imagined. But not for me. Butcher has made it easier, brought out a side of me I didn’t know was possible. Not just for the fact that I’d actually carved into my own “friends” skin. But I was learning that maybe I wasn’t as innocent or sweet as I thought I was. That being a virgin meant nothing , if I had started to crave Butchers possessive nature and his unapologetic force he used on me to make me realize just how good he could make me feel. That somehow I wasn’t even mad this stranger who’s made me want him, had put his cum inside of me. That somehow he has me wanting to give my virginity to him. That I don’t want to leave her without knowing what he feels like inside of me. I whimper loudly and he bites harder on my hips. 

He spreads my legs and begins to lick me again. Slowly. So. Fucking. Slowly. My body writhing and hips bucking at each soft flick of his tongue at my clit. Barely touching. Making my body burn for him. 

I gasp from how obscenely her spreads my pussy lips apart. I feel the tight pull of my skin as he keeps flicking my clit. The way his thumbs spread and expose my clit is rough. But his tongue is light and soft. Still barely touching my swollen clit as I cry into the blindfold. My legs spread and pulled back slightly as they shake and my toes curl and he kisses me softly on my clit as I cry. 

“I know Mouse, I know” He murmurs against my clit and then sucks it softly. Lightly. Barely sucking it at all as I cum hard. Screaming as tears soak my blindfold. 

He sucks till my legs snap shut and then I’m panting as I cry. I don’t know how he does it. How he makes me feel like this. 

“Shhh” he whispers and then he moves and his hips press down and I feel the slide of his thick cock against my pussy. 

“Butcher” I practically sob. 

“I know Mouse, it hurts doesn’t it? How good it feels hurts , doesn’t it baby?” He says and then is stroking my sensitive clit with the head of his cock and slapping it lightly and then sliding down as my body pitches upward and I cry. 

“It hurts so good doesn’t it Little Mouse?” He groans as he pushes against my pussy. I feel him push harder , breaking into me with just the tip like before. 

“You are so fucking beautiful” he groans and fucks me gently with head of his cock. Pulling it out and then pushing it back in. Groaning as he feels my pussy clench around him each time. 

“Youre so fucking pretty, my little mouse” 

“It hurts doesn’t it, needing me inside of you” he groans and I just cry. I shouldn’t want it so much. I shouldn’t need it the way I do. My body begs for me to beg him for it. 

“Shhhh, I won’t hurt you” he says and I shake my head. Because that’s not what I’m scared of. Not this time. I’m scared that I’ll never feel this way again. I’m scared of how I’ve changed and who I’ve become for him. Because of him. 

“You are so fucking wet Mouse” he groans. “I know how much it hurts to want it , it hurts me too Mouse, because you’re so fucking perfect and all I want is to ease the ache of your little virgin cunt by filling it with my cock” he groans. 

“Wanting you , hurts, so fucking much” he groans and keeps pushing just the tip inside of me. 

I feel him push just a touch deeper. Sliding into me. My body arching and he groans. 

He pulls out and I feel him love slightly and then he’s pulling off my blindfold. I gasp as my eyes fly open to where helps face would be and I whimper, seeing his mask back in place. 

“Let me see you” I cry.

He slides himself back against my pussy and reaches down and guides the tip of his cock back inside of me. 

“Please” I cry. 

“Shhhh” he whispers. I cry harder as he notched inside of me with a groan. 

“Mouse” he groans. 

“Tell me to make love to you” he breathes behind the mask and I cry.  Hating that his voice is slightly muffled. That I can’t hear the fullness of it. 

“Take off the mask” I whimper. 

He shakes his head slowly. 

“Please Butcher” I beg. 

“Tell me to make love you Mouse” he says again and I cry harder. 

“Not unless I can see you” I answer and he pauses and then groans and my mouth drops open. My eyes going wide as I stare up at the devils mask, as his hips fall down slowly into me, and Butchers cock sinks into me.