EroticReverie

Jinx

I feel so small. In his giant bed. In his giant arms. Laying there , my naked body , right beside his naked body. My eyes drifting down, looking at his cock laying limp in his lap. The piercings that climb the shaft, the one that hang from the tip of his cock. I’d felt them. Inside of me. I wasn’t a virgin.  I’d fave my virginity to a man I didn’t know. A man whose face I’ve never seen. I’d given my virginity to a man that goes by the name Butcher. Was that even his real name? Probably not. If I couldn’t see his face , I doubt I was allowed to know his name. I’d given my virginity to him. That thought is on repeat as I lay there, somehow not freaking out. When I should be. Because not only had I given him my virginity, I was giving even more than that away to him. Whether he was trying to take it from me or not, my stupid little heart won’t stop beating triple time in my chest. 

I don’t even know how it’s possible. How can I like someone who terrified me at the start, and still does at times ? But I like him. God, I had a crush on a giant masked man and only knew him by his devil name. 

“You fit good against me.” He says and I slip my hand over his chest and nudge my cheek against where it lays near his shoulder and chest. 

“I hardly fit. You’re a giant. I’m a …mouse.” I say and feel his hand lift to the back of my head. 

His fingers push through my hair and massage my scalp and my eyes flutter closed and I can’t bring myself to continue to analyze how I can possibly feel so safe with him , so comfortable. 

I can feel his cum between my legs. Still dripping out of me when my walls pulse slightly listening to the soft rumble of him humming quietly as I let my fingers trace the tattoos over his chest. 

I’d told him no. Told him stop. And he didn’t. It made me mad. But I’m laying here with him, knowing he was right, that I did want it, that I needed it. I’m not sure why. But I did. 

“I think I might miss you when I leave tomorrow.” I say and my mouth pauses. Jesus Jinx. Keep that shit to yourself, I scold myself. 

His hand pauses and I cringe. I’m so pathetic. He’s probably going to tell me to quit being stupid. That I’m just a girl who he is having fun with for the weekend. That he does this every weekend with a different girl each time. I’m a fool. God. Why did I say that?

“Who says I’m going to let you leave?” He asks. It’s …a threat? 

“The contract.” I say and I lift my head. And even though I know he has his mask on , I’m still disappointed when I look up and have to see a devils mask instead of his face. 

He pushes my hair gently back and slips it behind my ear and his large hand holds my face. I know he’s looking at me. I can fucking feel it. But it’s not good enough. I want to fucking see him. 

“You should know by now I don’t follow the rules Mouse.” He says and blink slowly and wonder what that even means. He couldn’t actually keep me here. 

“That’s kidnapping.” I say. “Or something.” I say and he lets his thumb reach down to my mouth. 

“I prefer the term mouse napping.” He says and I wish I could see him, see his smile or smirk or grin when he thinks he’s being clever. 

“Do you do this with girls everytime?” I ask. 

Whatever face he’s making behind the mask I know it changes , his thumb stops stroking. 

“Be more specific.” He says and I huff softly and roll my eyes. 

“This Butcher. Make them…yours….single out one girl, and make her feel…special.” I say.

“Do I make you feel special?” He asks and I can hear the soft smile in his voice. 

“Answer the question Butcher.” I say as I just stare at the holes in his mask where his eyes are. 

“No, love.” He says softly and I feel his cum drip out of me as my body reacts to that new term of endearment. My walls squeezing and my heart pitter pattering pathetically in my chest. I move my hand and place it over his heart. Trying to feel if his does the same.  He moves his hand from my face and places it over mine on his chest. My hand disappears under his much larger one. I stare at it. I hate how much I love that everything about him is so much bigger than me. 

“Promise?” I ask as I lift my eyes from his hand over mine. My eyes back on that stupid mask. 

He nods. “I promise.” He says and then move his hand from mine and then reaches to my hip. 

He’s pulling me gently. I shift and move , following the guidance of his hands as he then pulls me over him slowly and I lay on him, and he gently pushes me up with his hands at the side of my torso. I straddle his stomach and sit up, looking down at him. 

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen Jinx” he says and I bite my lip. 

“What happens tomorrow?” I ask. 

“What do you want to happen?” He asks as his hands hold my waist and slip down to my hips and his thumb stroke my hip bones. 

I shrug. What DID I want? To date a man that chased girls around and did THIS for a living? no. I wouldn’t want to share him. Did I want to visit him? Call it a fling and say “see ya around” or “maybe I’ll come again sometime!” I didn’t know what I want. 

“What are my options?” I ask and his hands grip my hips a little more firmly. 

“anything you want Mouse.” He says and I chew my lip harder. 

“But I don’t know what I want.” I say and look at his chest. My hands pale against his dark tattoos and hard chest. 

“No?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“Do you want to leave tomorrow and never see me again?” He asks. 

My breath gets caught in my chest as the thought of never seeing him again slams into me. 

“I don’t even see you now. With your stupid fucking mask.” I say with an annoyed frown. 

“Answer the question Mouse.” He says. Ignoring the point I’m trying to make. 

“No.” I say and huff at myself for giving in too easily. 

“Why not?” He asks and I huff again. 

“Want me to shut up?” He asks. 

“Kind of.” I say with another huff and his body shakes slightly with a soft laugh. 

“Just trying to help you figure out what you want, Love” he says. 

I suck in a tiny breath and my fingers curl and my nails dig in his chest slightly. 

“Mmm, like that, do you?” He asks and I nod and he slides one hand down from my hip. His wrist twisting and with his palm up , his fingers push down and under me , between my legs and he rubs my clit , making me suck in another breath. 

“How much do you like it Love?” He asks. I whimper as his fingers stroke my clit softly. Circling it as he groans. My hips rock slightly and moan. 

“As much as I love when you call me Mouse” I breathe and he groans. 

“Youre so fucking cute” he groans and his fingers push down and he presses two to my center and I shift and let them slide into me. 

“Butcher” I gasp, oh god. Why did he have to touch me so well? Why did it have to feel like his hands and his mouth, and his cock were made just for me?

“That feel good love?” He groans 

I nod. “Uh huh” I exhale hard and buck my hips a bit faster.

“Now tell me….what is it you want Mouse?” He asks as his fingers curl and I grip them with my pussy as I ride them. 

“You Butcher” I whimper. “I want you”