Chapter 20 A Heck of a Mess #2
The quiet sound that came out of her mouth was more like an indignant grunt, and she wiggled her backside, trying to rub against his length as she pinched her knees inward once again.
Ragnar breathed a heavy sigh over the side of her face, and his hold on her tightened as he wrapped an arm around her ribs.
His other arm reached for her thigh, and something else snagged her other leg and tugged.
Brioni was rendered completely immobile then, a tail and hand pulling each leg apart and an arm around her middle, holding her fast against his much bigger, solid body.
She gasped and wriggled, but there was nowhere to go.
“Do you see what I can do to you?” he whispered in her ear, lifting his knee slightly and putting pressure so close to where she wanted it. “I can keep you like this all night if I want.”
If.
Brioni whimpered. “Touch me then,” she demanded.
“But this is supposed to be a punishment.” His lips tickled her ear, the best parts of her left unspoiled, but her nipples hardened painfully. Fingers dug into her thigh like in the tub, and she squirmed, hoping to goad him into squeezing harder. “Bad girls don’t get what they want.”
She stretched her fingers toward his length, but he kept her too firmly in place to reach. “But don’t you want it?” she asked because it was a little too scary to ask, Don’t you want me?
“I want you to learn your lesson.”
Urgency pooled between her legs at the roughness in his voice. Maybe it was good she still had something on, otherwise she’d make a mess of his pants. “Teach me?”
He dragged his hand over her thigh and cupped between her legs, palm pressing to her center. “Show me how much you want to learn, Bri.”
She huffed, thrusting against his hand. There was some relief, but gods it wasn’t enough, not when she could barely move and he wasn’t helping at all. “Please? I can learn to be good,” she whined, though it was mostly a lie—she already knew how and never intended to follow through.
“Doubtful,” he observed correctly and cupped her breast, arm still snug against her body.
Brioni shimmied her hips, the slight friction she’d managed to build against the palm of his hand somehow lessening like he was pulling away. Now that was no fair, so she let her voice rise. “Please, Ragnar. Please.”
“Quiet,” he warned and gave her nipple a pinch.
Brioni squealed, and Ragnar chuckled, hand coming away from her breast and sliding up over her mouth. “You leave me no choice.”
She groaned against his palm, and the sound was sufficiently muffled.
“Bite me if you want it to stop,” he said and finally slipped his hand under the hateful fabric that had been keeping them apart.
She was already spread, so when he traced her opening, there was no denying she was ready.
Ragnar growled wordlessly, his hips shifting beneath her as he coated his fingers in her wetness.
A finger slid inside easily because she was even needier than he knew.
“I don’t think I’ll fit in here. You need some practice first.” And then a second finger joined the first.
Brioni moaned into Ragnar’s palm, thankful for the barrier because she couldn’t have been quiet if she’d wanted then, regardless of their game.
Ragnar’s fingers pumped in and out of her slowly, the satiny fabric pulling against her body and his tail tugging harder on her ankle to keep her leg from closing in.
She arched her chest, the only movement he allowed, but when her shoulders slid backward, that was where they stayed, leaving her entire body wound so tight.
Maybe it should have been uncomfortable, but the constriction only heightened the pleasure of every stroke in and out, each deeper than the last.
He finally pressed the knuckle of his thumb against her bundle of nerves, and she cried out into the muted safety of his hand.
Spread so wide, there was no awkward search for the most sensitive spot, only direct contact that worked her into a quick frenzy.
Brioni’s panting breaths were forced through her nose, and her heart batted against her ribs.
“Remember, we’re working on patience,” Ragnar huffed into her ear. “You’re not allowed to finish as quickly as last time.”
When she whined from behind his hand, he pressed harder against her mouth, tipping her head back even farther and raking his fangs down her straining neck.
His fingers pulled out and left her empty, but her budding satisfaction wasn’t lost as he focused on her bud, slippery strokes coming hard and fast.
“Don’t you dare.” He warned. “If you come apart, there will be consequences.”
Brioni teetered on the edge of that impossibility, toes curling, center burning. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to think of anything else, but every inch of her quivered as it held onto the pleasure that threatened to tumble out of her.
Ragnar’s deep chuckle brought her even closer. “If you can’t be a good girl and do as I say now, I’ll have to train you until you can follow a command.”
Brioni whimpered, his words enough to push her over the edge she unfairly balanced on, but the loss of pressure from around her ankle was new and distracting.
Her eyes darted down to watch the tip of Ragnar’s tail slide up over her thigh and sink between her legs.
His hand still worked at her bud from above as a new sensation tickled at her entrance, and then she was filled again.
The tapered end of his tail teased her, not much thicker than two fingers at the start, but coupled with his hand’s attention, she could barely stand it, senseless whimpering filling up his palm.
Her stomach clenched and her muscles spasmed as she tried to pull her legs inward once again, whether to run away for relief or keep the sensations trapped there, she didn’t know.
Ragnar simply lifted his thigh, though, and her efforts were quelled, leaving her dangling.
“That’s not very good, Bri. I want you better behaved than that.
” His tail thrust deeper, stretching and filling her as he squeezed her against the hardness of his chest. “I’ll have to drag you out into the woods where no one can hear you next time.
Is that what you want? To be bent over out in the forest and have all your pretty little holes punished? ”
She forgot how to breathe, legs shaking, heart hammering, mind reeling.
“Not yet,” he warned. “You still have a lesson to learn, and I haven’t given you permission—”
Brioni came before she could make the conscious decision to defy him.
She cried out into his palm as waves of release tumbled through her stomach and radiated out into her limbs.
Her orgasm was so all-encompassing at the thought of him taking her over and over, teaching her, punishing her, paying so much attention to her all because he wanted her, that it simply couldn’t be contained.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and stars burst behind her lids.
Ragnar didn’t stop, of course, as he seemed to enjoy her defiance even more than when she submitted, his tail still pumping as she clenched around it and his fingers still kneading her slick nub.
“Such a bad girl,” he rumbled in her ear, but that only sent another wave of pleasure up into her chest, bursting like a wish-flower head in a summer breeze as she writhed under the security of his hold.
Finally, he took his hand away, and Brioni sighed from deep in her throat.
Her limbs loosened and her back relaxed as she came down, but then her eyes flew open as Ragnar gave her soaked center a slap.
She squealed at the obscene, wet sound, then trembled with the pleasure and pain that spiked simultaneously through her body.
“Again,” she demanded against the hand that still covered her mouth.
Ragnar’s tail abandoned her, and his hand came away from her mouth too. “What was that?”
“Again…please?” she whispered, desperate with the newly hollow feeling between her legs and the surprise of how gratifying that shiver of pain had been.
“Is that what you deserve?”
Brioni nodded, and there was another slap, this one sharper. A whole-body spasm followed as she gasped at the sting then melted into the bliss that chased right after.
“You do want it to hurt, don’t you?” Ragnar asked, but the touch that followed was light, careful, and almost reverent. The tips of his fingers grazed over the soaked fabric that covered her aching core, reawakening it.
“Sometimes,” she managed weakly, pleasure building yet again under his ticklish attention. “But I also want you inside me.”
Ragnar grunted up against the back of her neck and rained down another slap.
Brioni’s gasp deflated into a moan, body trembling and confused so that when she felt herself be shifted about, the constriction gone, she could only roll her head to the side.
Her eyes roved down to see Ragnar’s “little Ragnar” freed of his pants and staring up at her.
Well, not that little. Not little at all, really.
She reached for it, but her arm was roughly thrust behind her again. “But I want it,” she whined.
“Oh, you’ll get it.”
Her limp body was rearranged on his lap like a doll, Ragnar’s hands under her thighs and lifting so that she straddled him, but not in the core-filling way she expected.
Still not entirely naked, she was sitting too far back on his lower stomach, legs now between his own, and he pressed in on her knees so that his length was nestled between her thighs.
Drool pooled at the corner of Brioni’s mouth as she gazed down at Ragnar’s massive head poking up between her legs.
She snorted a dizzy laugh at how it looked—almost like it was hers—but then his hardness pulsed against her core and reawakened her tingliest nerves.
“Humans usually put it inside,” she mumbled.
“You haven’t earned that,” he huffed, his hips thrusting beneath her as his fingers dug into her sides.
Wetness coated her inner thighs and undergarments so thickly that Ragnar slid through it with as much ease as if he were inside her.
He was denying her the fullness she craved, but maybe this was even better, and another orgasm began to build.
“I’m going to use the mess you’ve made of yourself instead. ”
Brioni’s breath caught on the potential humiliation of his words, but he thrust again, and the sensation made her sink into naughtier thoughts.
She had made a mess of herself, incapable of containing how much she wanted him, just like the mess in her chamber, and Ragnar was going to give her exactly what she needed.