Chapter 15 #2
Minnie shivers; the fabric of the mask brushes against her. It’s a maddening feeling to know that she once wore this mask herself, all those years ago in that cockroach-infested motel. She remembers how he put it backwards over her face, so she couldn’t see their identities.
Be brave, she tells herself. You know what you want him to do. You know what you planned.
“Take me to my bedroom,” she says with a nervous crack. Minnie leans back so that she can gaze at the Skull Mask, straining to see Gage’s eyes in those dark sockets. She runs a shaking hand down his masked face, feeling it. “I’ll be good for you there. I promise.”
He chokes on his own spit. “Your bedr-”
Clearly, that was the last thing he was expecting from her.
When Minnie doesn’t give him an out, Gage splutters behind the mask, almost comical.
He seems to be battling himself, probably thinking she’s absolutely demented for this mad plot.
What, did he think they were going to sit down and have a therapy session?
Minnie has paid for plenty of those; it’s time for something crazy.
After a moment, Gage stills, resolutely becoming the ominous figure of her nightmares.
Then-
Slowly, painfully slow, the Skull Mask leans down and huffs in her ear, placing his big hands on her hips tightly. “Listen. Are you listening?”
She nods, a thrill sliding down her spine.
“You’re going to give me everything I want. Whatever I ask. You better not be lying about being a good girl. That would be disappointing. I’d hate to have to treat you like a bad girl. I like girls who behave.”
Oh, God. She shivers, hearing him say those words.
A trickle of wet seeps into her panties, and she clenches her thighs together.
Seeing the clench of her thighs seems to snap something within Gage.
Before Minnie can even think of breathing, he sweeps her off her feet, picking her up like a stolen princess, throwing her over his broad shoulder.
Minnie squawks in surprise; alright, she wasn’t expecting that move. He carries her in this fashion to her bedroom while she clutches at his back, feeling out of control once more. The world spins as he manages to set her on the bed, leaving her vulnerable to his dark gaze.
With deliberate movements, Gage shrugs off his leather jacket, leaving him in his black hoodie.
He’s breathing heavier, shoulders heaving with each breath.
It’s almost as though he’s struggling with himself.
Minnie wonders if lust coils under his flesh.
When she glances at the crotch of his jeans, she sees the familiar strain there.
Her heart leaps, seeing his desire. Her tongue dips out to wet her lower lip. Her reality is a dark Wonderland; maybe she’s a crazy Alice, and he’s a menace from her past who’s come to make her belong to him again. He’s going to go so deep under her flesh that she will never be free of him-
-and she’s not sure that she wants to be.
Skull Mask runs a gloved hand over his erection, gripping it through his clothes aggressively. “Like what you see? It’s gonna be yours soon enough.”
Minnie swallows thickly, feeling saliva build in her mouth. The juxtaposition of wanting Gage and fearing what the mask represents pushes and pulls her in a darkly delicious way. Adrenaline marries hunger, fear hides within desire.
“How…how do you want me?” She sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at him with her glasses askew and her hair already mussed. She must look debauched to his gaze.
Skull Mask stares down at her, not a word from his hidden mouth.
He’s taking it all in, and maybe he’s as off-kilter and unsure as Minnie is.
“Your clothes can go,” he finally manages to say hoarsely.
“Take your shirt off. Yeah. Like that.” His breathing grows ragged as Minnie hesitantly takes off her soft t-shirt, leaving her in the pretty bra she selected for his viewing. “You listen so well, baby.”
Her face heats, and Minnie can feel the way her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her bra. His voice and the way he praises her has her mind spinning.
“Keep going,” the Skull Mask utters, taking a step closer to the bed, standing between her spread thighs. “You think that’s all I want to see?”
His thinly veiled cockiness is soothing to hear; the better he feels about it, the better Minnie feels. While the whole reason for this mad scheme is for her, it’s not as if she wants to torment him. Well, maybe he can be tormented a bit. He deserves that.
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 him and the 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.