Lying down flat on her back, gazing up at him, Minnie runs her hand down her bare stomach, traveling to her pants.
Slowly, she undoes the top button with shaking hands, allowing the zipper to follow shortly after. She feels vaguely un-sexy trying to wiggle out of said jeans while on the bed, but she knows Gage has always told her that she could wear a sack and still be sexy to him.
When she’s bare before him, utterly vulnerable, Skull Mask moves onto the bed over her prone body. He balances on his knees and hands, looking down at her, the pale bone of the mask reflecting downward. He pauses, his tone hushed as he asks, “Are you still alright?”
Minnie’s lips twist into a pout, and her eyes flash. “Stop breaking character, you goon.” He’s supposed to embody who he was! She needs to merge him into the now-
Gage makes a loud scoff, muttering under his breath, “You madwoman…”
Exactly right, Minnie won’t deny that.
It’s working, she thinks. Her plan. Instead of falling apart into a sobbing wreck, she’s here on her back, feeling safe and not in danger. The mask is losing its power over her.
In fact, the only power it has is the fact that it makes her feel vaguely scandalous now, forcing her lover to wear it in bed.
He rolls up the bottom of his mask to expose the lower half of his face, ducking down to take one of her pert nipples into his eager mouth. The sensation is electric, a direct line between Minnie’s core and her aching nub. She gasps as he plays with her breast, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue against the pink bud. “Your tits are perfect,” he rasps against her flesh, rubbing his hips against her bed.
He’s aroused, and despite any sort of sanity, so is Minnie.
She arches her back, seeking more of what his mouth offers. The perfect stroke of his tongue has her head spinning, little gasps of delight slipping from her lips. She places her hands on the back of his head, pulling him to her breasts, demanding more of what he can offer.
Every circle of his tongue, every suckle against her flesh is heat between her thighs.
“Oh,” she breathes out, trying to rub her hips against him, needing contact for her aching clit. “Oh.”
The sound of his breathing becoming rough injects lightning into her senses, her heart beating like a drum in her own mind. He settles heavily between her open thighs as she welcomes his familiar body. The simple rush of feeling him against her is ecstasy as her clit finally gets the friction it seeks.
The whisper of nervousness fades, and caresses of wonder overtake them.
“You needy slut,” the Skull Mask teases roughly, growling hungrily when she continues to rub herself against him, taking herself higher. She could cum from this, just from humping against him. Maybe she’ll cum once, then she’ll take his perfectly pierced cock-
He reaches down between them, sliding under her panties, his now un-gloved fingers carefully brushing against the petals of her core. He groans lewdly upon finding her soaking wet, ready for him. “You want this, yeah? Such an eager pussy,” he says huskily, fingers circling her entrance, teasing. “Making yourself ready for my cock. For my hot load.” Minnie arches her back when his middle finger slides into her channel, pleasure spiking. “You’ll take it, right? My cum?”
Minnie closes her eyes, face flushed from his vulgar words. His fingers within her make it hard to think. The mask is burned into her retinas. “Yes. Please.”
The heady sound of their heavy breathing mingles together. For a few slow, heated moments, he simply uses his fingers to prepare her, giving her body time to soften and relax around his intrusion. “Gotta open you up, princess,” he rasps as he works her diligently. “You want me to fit, don’t you?”
Hands clawing his shoulders, hips rolling under his ministration, Minnie stares up at the Skull and replies, “You’ll fit. You always fit.”
He bites off a groan. “I can’t wait much longer.” He sits back, his cock jutting up out of his unzipped jeans. Somehow, the fact that he’s still mostly clothed makes it more real to her, as if she’s really in bed with the Skull Mask. “I’ve missed you these nights, baby.”
She’s too far gone to tell him to stop breaking character.
It’s wrong of her, she knows it, but no one has the right to tell her how she bandages her own emotional trauma. If she wants to bed the villain from her past, she’s going to do it. If it makes him less of a horror in her mind, all the better.
“I burn for you,” Minnie utters, surprised to hear the smokiness of her voice.
His head drops to her forehead as he strokes himself for a few moments, spreading her slick on him. His thumb plays with his piercings, amping his arousal as he grunts with need. Clear precum covers his tip, glistening. Minnie wants to taste it, to hear him get weak-
Voice hoarse with want, Gage says, “Spread your legs. Good girl. Show me your pretty pussy.”
Being the good girl that he’s always said she is, Minnie spreads, revealing herself to his menacing gaze. Revealing herself to himandthe mask. It’s like a small victory to make this menace desire her. “Be gentle with me,” she croons, knowing that will set off the beast inside of him. She daringly uses her fingers to spread her nether lips, exposing her sopping entrance.
The ache she feels is palpable.
With a groan, he dives down and places his mouth there, where she most needs him, his tongue and lips becoming busy. Minnie cries out, desire reaching new heights. Up and down his tongue moves, delving into her, tasting her wetness, fucking her with his mouth.
Every sound he makes reverberates inside of her, making her clit rise up, hard and ready. He worships between her legs, making a mess of her.
