you said it as a joke. something bratty, tossed over your shoulder with a crooked little smile and a lazy stretch of your armsā"itās okay, rafayel. you probably couldnāt make me cum anyway.ā you hadnāt expected it to stick. hadnāt expected the way his gaze went quiet, unreadable. hadnāt expected him to wordlessly set his book down, rise to his feet, and tilt your chin up like youād just challenged god himself.
now, youāve lost count. he hasnāt. his fingers are steady where they hold the slim toy against your clit, knuckles brushing the soaked fabric of the sheets beneath you. your legs have kicked out more times than you can track, every muscle tight, twitching, trembling from the effort to endure whatās been hoursāor maybe minutes. itās hard to tell. time broke the moment he slipped that low hum between your legs and said, "letās test your theory then."
ārafayel,ā you sob his name, voice hoarse and raw, but it doesnāt even sound like a protest anymore. youāre not saying stop. youāre saying please. or iām sorry. or maybe youāre not saying anything at all, because the pressure is building again, and your hips lift before you can stop them, chasing the high you swore he couldnāt give you. your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate and soaked and aching from being edged so many times, and your clit pulses as another orgasm barrels toward you like a truck with no brakes.
āmm,ā he hums, adjusting slightly, angling the toy upward with almost clinical precision. āyou still havenāt said it again. that i canāt make you cum.ā his voice is soft, a little curious, a little cruel. āwhatās wrong, love? cat got your tongue?ā
you shake your head weakly. he tuts.
āwords.ā
āi-i canāt,ā you choke out.
ācanāt say it?ā he murmurs. āor canāt stop cumming for me?ā
your entire body jerks as the next wave hits you, this one messyāyour thighs clench involuntarily and your head falls back as your vision whites out. you swear, loudly, raggedly, as your orgasm splinters down your spine like a livewire. and stillā¦ still, he doesnāt lift the toy away. he flattens it. presses it harder.
your scream is caught in your throat, mouth open but no sound coming out. the overstimulation crashes down like a second tsunami, hot and unbearable, and your whole body trembles under him. he watches it all. from above you, beside you, below youāit feels like heās everywhere at once, like thereās no part of you untouched by his control.
youāre babbling now. you donāt know what youāre sayingāplease, stop, donāt stop, ohmygod, fuckfuckfuckāand itās only when your hips stutter and your head drops to the side that he finally lets up.
but he doesnāt stop. no, rafayel just moves the toy lower, drags it down your soaked folds with maddening patience, circling your entrance like heās teasing a prayer out of you. your legs fall open instinctively, traitorously, and he smiles.
āweāre not done,ā he says, and this timeāthis timeāhis other hand slides up your belly, over the rise of your breast, fingers curling gently around the flesh, thumb brushing over your nipple. āyou said i couldnāt make you cum,ā he reminds you, so softly itās almost loving. āand now youāre doing it for me like itās the only thing you know how to do.ā
you try to answer. you donāt succeed. his mouth finds your breast before you can try againāwet and hot, sucking your nipple into the heat of his mouth with a groan like heās been waiting to taste you for hours. you arch again, oversensitive and wrung out, and you feel his cock twitch where itās pressed to your thigh, still fully clothed, untouched.
heās only been using you. not himself. āgonna give you one more,ā he says into your skin, licking a stripe up your chest. āand then iām going to fuck you. slow. until you beg me not to.ā
and when you whimper, nodding helplessly, he lets out a breathy little laugh that says youāve already given him everything. you just donāt know it yet.
