EroticReverie

Jinx

I got barely any sleep. When I had fallen back asleep. Another dream/nightmare waited for me. Where he’d cornered me in the coffee shop, I was the only one there closing up. He’d fingered me over the counter before turning me around and hoisting me onto the counter, taking out his cock, and going to lift off his mask. 

The dreams were such a tease. They were annoying and infuriating. I couldn’t get to the good part of the dreams, where he was supposed to fuck me. Because even in my dreams I wanted his face more than his dick. But when the dreams couldn’t produce the face that I’d never seen, they stopped, and I woke up angry and frustrated. 

Every somewhat tall man I see , I wonder if it’s him. But Butcher isn’t just “somewhat” tall. But it doesn’t stop me from looking at every tall man’s face and wondering if it looks anything like his. Everytime a  hand  crosses the counter that has tattoos, I look up and hope to see a man with a devils mask in front of me. Even if the tattoos don’t match the ones I know. My mind is fucking pathetic. I missed him. God, I fucking missed him. Even while still being pissed off at him. 

It’s mid day when I take my break outside. Sitting on one of the benches out front along the sidewalk, when my skin prickles and causes my eyes to look up from my phone. 

My hand goes loose, my phone dropping into my lap. Because further down the street. Leaning against a tree planted in the corner. Is a tall man. Not somewhat tall. Butcher tall. 

All black. Black pants. Black shirt. Black zip up jacket. With a hood that hides most of his face. 

I’m standing up. Just as he turns away. The hand in his pocket comes out and my eyes go right to it. My eyes widening. I drop my cup of coffee and let my phone slide off my lap and to the pavement as I start to walk in his direction. 

My legs move faster. The hooded head turns and I don’t get to see anything more that the side of his face. From the nose down. But he sees me. Turning around again he walks faster. 

“BUTCHER!” I yell just as he rounds the corner and then I’m running as people in the street lol at me like I’m crazy. 

By the time I get to the corner. My eyes dart everywhere. I’m panting. Searching. Coming up with nothing. Nobody tall. Nobody in black. I run past a few store and look in the windows. My eyes watering as I grow more and more frustrated.  

I wasn’t imaging it. It was him! I know that hand! I know that build! I couldn’t have imagined it. Because I’ve never seen his nose. It wasn’t some made up day dream. 

I wipe my cheeks and want to fucking scream. Was he playing with me? Watching me? No. You’re fucking crazy. My mind tells me. You made it up. Because you’re pathetic. Because you’re crazy. 

I walk slowly back to work. Cursing at myself in my head. Get it fucking together. But I can’t. So I leave work early. Still looking around as I walk in the daylight. Hoping to catch sight of him. He wasn’t there you fucking fool. Quit being fucking crazy. 

As I get off the elevator I notice a box in front of my door. Not brown like normal boxes from when I order shit online. 

A small black box. 

I walk over. Looking at it. Looking up and down the hall. I open my apartment door and then pick it up and bring it inside. My heart racing. 

I set it on the counter. And just stare at it. Because it has to be from him. Doesn’t it? I don’t want to open it on the chance that it’s not from him. I so badly want it to be from him that I can’t bring myself the disappointment of opening it and realizing it’s not from him. 

After who knows how long , I open it. 

Disappointment is nowhere to be found as I look down at the wooden mouse trap. Pulled back and ready to snap , with a little piece of cheese on the board. Tears fill my eyes. I’m fucking smiling as I cry. It was him. I wasn’t imagining it. I pinch myself to make sure this isn’t one of my dreams. 

On the lid of the box is a little white post it. 

“Miss me yet?” 

Fucker. There’s nothing else in the box. 

I jump when there’s a knock at my door. My hands shaking as I turn. I wait. Another knock. 

I walk over. Swallowing. I’m too short for the tiny peep hole so I unlock the door , leaving the chain and I open it. 

My eyes falling on a pair of black boots. Black pants. Black shirt. A black zip up. Then. On a mask. One I know all too well. I suck in a breath. 

“Open the fucking door.” His voice growls. 

Tears still fill my eyes and I blink them away. 

Part of me wanted to open the fucking door and throw my body into his and hug him. The other part of me wanted to slam it in his face and tell him to fuck off. 

“Mouse. Be a good girl and open the door.” He says. My breath hitching at hearing that voice again as he calls me Mouse. I ignore how wet I get it. Because I’m still angry. Why should he get to make the fucking rules? Show up after months after he sent me AWAY. 

I force myself to glare at him. He needs to know I’m fucking pissed no matter how fucking badly I wanted to see him again. 

“Youre mad.” He says it plainly. 

“But not really.” He says and then places his hand near the door. 

“Now open the door before I bust it open.” He says. 

“Fuck you.” I hiss and he chuckles. 

“Open the door , love” he says and I swallow and my pussy aches and I shake my head even though I have to fight the urge to obey him. 

“Mouuuuse, open the door” he says and I shake my head again. 

“If I have to break this door open , I’m not going to be happy.” 

“I’ll call the cops.” I hiss. 

“If you get to the phone quick enough.” He threatens and my heart pounds and I step back from the door. 

“Don’t make me-“ he doesn’t finish his words as I take off into my apartment. I scream as the door is kicked open and I hear the chain bust and the door slams shut as I reach for my purse. My hand only flipping it open before a hand grabs my hair and fists it and yanks me back. I scream as he claps his hand over my mouth and then his hand in my hair relaxes and then his arm swings around me as he pushes me against the counter. 

“I know you’re mad at me , love” he whispers. I shake in his hold. My body pinned against the counter. 

“But you can be mad at me again , after” he says and I whimper as he lets go of my mouth and I pant.  

“After what?” I breathe. 

“You know what.” He says and then turns me around and I look up at him. He digs his hand into his zip up and pulls out a blindfold. 

My jaw clenches and I glare at him. 

“I’m not wearing that.” I hiss. “Ever again.” 

“You sure about that?” He asks as his hand comes back up and grabs my hair. He pulls it back and I whimper as he drops his face down near mine. The mask pushing against my cheek. 

“That little pussy won’t lick itself for you Mouse” he groans. 

I shiver. My pussy aching. I let out a pathetic whimper. 

“I miss the taste of your virgin cunt” he growls. 

“Fuck you, you made sure i wasn’t a virgin before you sent me the fuck away!” I yell and try to shove at him. 

“You’ll always be a virgin , up until the day I fuck your little pussy the way a man is supposed to fuck such a nice tight little pussy” he groans. 

I growl and push at him but he yanks my hair back harder and I cry out.  

“Youre hurting me” I cry. 

“Then quit making me hurt you. And put the fucking blindfold on so I can make love to your delicious cunt with my mouth.” He growls. 

“God, I fucking missed you” he groans and then grabs me and I yelp and he shoves the box he left off the counter I heart the trap snap as it hits the floor and my heart races at the sound. Because he caught me. I was in his trap. Because I couldn’t fight how much I wanted to relive those orgasms that had put me into tears inside that fucking house. 

“Take off your mask” I demand. 

“Cmon mouse, you know you like to play with me” he says and he lifts the blindfold and my heart frantically drums in my chest as I sit there , dumbly. Just letting him put it back on me. 

“Good girl.” He whispers and then I’m sucking in a breath as I hear the mask slip off and he sets it on the counter. 

“It’s time to play Mouse” he groans in my ear and I whimper at the stubble against my cheek. 

“You sent me away” I say. My voice cracking. The hurt seeping into my voice. 

“Shhh” he whispers. His hands grabbing my shirt at the hem and lifting it. 

“You hurt me. Really hurt me.” I cry and he slips his hands to my leggings. 

“I promise to make it better Love” he says and I hate how my hands push to the counter and my ass lifts to allow him to undress me. 

“Why did you wait so long to come get me?” I whimper and his hands spread my legs. 

“Have you been waiting for me Mouse? Hmm?” He asks as his fingertips graze my inner thighs and my legs spread even further of their own will. 

“Have you ? Have you missed me?” He asks and his hands smooth over the tops of my thighs. His hands wrapping over them and grabbing them gently. 

“I’m so mad at you” I whimper. 

“That’s not what I asked Jinx” he says and then his one hand moves and a fingertip draws along my slit, through my lips and I shudder. 

“Your pussy missed me. I know that much from how soaked you are right now, but do YOU miss me?” He asks as I feel his finger slip inside me and I reach out. Grabbing his arms as he pushes his face back against mine. 

“Did you miss me Mouse?” He groans and I let out a little cry as he adds a second finger in the next thrust and curls them inside me. I nod against his face. 

“I hate how much I missed you” I pant and he groans. 

“I’m here now Mouse, it’s okay, shhh” he whispers as I whimper at each thrust of his fingers. They’re gentle. Pushing over my gspot and I mewl as his thumb presses to my clit and strokes it. 

“Who do you belong to Mouse?” He groans and I moan as I clench. 

“Y-you, I b-belong to you” I answer. 

“Mmm, that’s right Mouse.” “That’s right”