Page 81 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“I told you to answer my questions.”

“I wouldn’t have to act like a brat if you stopped being a dick,” I huffed, curling my hands into my sheet as his knuckles rippled over my clit, slowly, one after the other. Pictures of those same knuckles connecting with his opponent's face flashed through my thoughts. It should have turned me off. Instead it pulled another moan from my throat. This was too messed up. I was too messed up. I tried to get up again, but his grip around myneck had me firmly caged in place, and the realization that he wouldn’t let go spiked my pulse. “Fuck.”

“Not tonight,” he chuckled and leisurely ran his knuckles back over my clit in the opposite direction.

It was getting decidedly too hot in here. My cheeks were burning, and my lungs aching and his torturous touch didn’t help either. I dropped my head, pressing my face into my sheets. “What are you doing?”

“Teaching you some manners.”

“By getting me wet?”

“By showing you that it would pay off to do what you’re told - like lying still.”

“And I don’t get a choice in-hng.” He parted me for access, and one of his fingers ran from my entrance to my clit, pressing down firmly.

“Fuck, you’re already so fucking wet, baby. You can call me a dick all you want, but you can’t hide how desperate you are to be fucked.”

I couldn’t even respond. I could only moan as his finger strummed my nerves, and electric sparks zapped through my whole body.

Only for him to pull both his hands back, leaving me breathless.

“Vi- Victor- I-“ I started pushing to my knees, limbs trembling. Before I could, his fingers hooked into my shorts and he yanked them down over my ass. I moaned at the rough scrape of fabric against my sensitive skin, and again when his hand dug into my flesh and pushed me back down on his lap.

The thrill of his forceful touch was quickly followed by his rough fingers back between my legs.

“Lie still. I’m not done with you, Cordelia,” he rasped, then dipped his index finger into me.

I moaned, any protest fading from my body. He barely pushed into me, but my muscles strained and ached to accommodate him. I had touched myself before - but it was nothing compared to his large hand. I choked on each breath I took as he burrowed deeper.

“That’s my girl,” he said, and this time the words washed over me like another incinerating touch.

“Victor.” My voice was a breathless plea, and then I felt him bottoming out. His finger slid into place perfectly, knuckles brushing against my sensitive flesh. My breath spluttered from my lungs. And just when I thought it couldn’t get better than this, he moved inside of me. His finger curled, brushed over a tender spot, and my vision blackened.

I dissolved into moaning mess as he carefully pulled his finger back a little, only to come back and push into that sensitive spot again. My muscles clenched around him but he kept moving undeterred. My bones shattered like glass and my nerves sparked like a fuse and my body was nothing beyond where he touched me. I climaxed, screaming his name from an already sore throat, the pressure bursting from my core. I spilled myself over his lap.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over this, zhizn’ moya.”

His words were a hazy blur as I lay slumped over his thighs, breathing hard into my sheets, but Victor wasn’t stopping.

I whimpered and tried to wave at him. He had to know that I had come. I was covered in slick wetness. His finger squelched, pumping in and out of my trembling core.

“Victor.” I squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to get his attention, but as a result, I just felt every knuckle of his finger pressing against my sensitive insides, and I moaned, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.

“I told you to lie still, Cordelia,” he responded and gave a poignant harsh thrust, “can you do that?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I gripped my sheets with both hands but didn’t otherwise move.

It almost felt like a reward for my obedience when his second hand found my swollen clit. My climax hadn’t tamed his touch though. His rough fingers thrummed against me violently.

“I don’t know if I can- fuck,” I squeezed my eyes shut at the heat boiling between my legs. I’d never come twice in a row before but within a few thrusts, I clenched around his finger again. My insides were bursting for him, aching under the deep-rooted pressure built inside me. Until he flicked my clit and the short burst of pain tore me wide open.

He kept going through my climax, and braced his arm over my hips to keep me still while my body rocked under the intense pleasure bursting through me. It felt like drowning. Like my lungs tried and tried with each moan and still couldn’t get enough air. Like my body was no longer mine to control.

I rode this orgasm longer than the first one, my overstimulated body caught in the current of it. Until the last wave swept me out of the water, and breath spluttered back into my lungs.

When he finally slipped his finger out of me, I whimpered. It had felt like such a perfect fit that losing his touch seemed wrong.

“So needy.” He chuckled. “Still not enough?”

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