“I don’t like sex,” she says, her words mumbled against my palm.
“Of course you don’t.” I continue stroking her inside and out, loving how swollen her clit is, as well as the dampness of her cunt. “You’ve never been fucked by me, so it makes sense.”
She shakes her head and I remove my hand from her mouth.
My brows raise of their own accord. “You don’t agree? Well, that’s just rude.”
I use the slickness from her cunt to lubricate her clit and then apply more pressure with each rotation of my finger. Carina jerks in my arms and her eyes widen, allowing me to see that the fear within is dissipating. I circle her clit again and again in languid strokes while thoroughly enjoying the emotions that briefly flicker over her face. Not shock or apprehension, just a vacillation between pleasant surprise and disbelief.
This raises the question as to whether she’s astonished by her arousal, or if she’s baffled that I’m the one who elicited it? I prefer the former, but after knowing Carina’s been alone in the world without her father’s protection, it’s easy to believe she’s not a virgin.
Despite the lack of hymen present, her cunt is certainly tight enough to fool me though.
“You’re here to use me and visa versa,” I say, my voice becoming more gruff with every gasp from her. “We have the same end goal, so I don’t see why we can’t enjoy ourselves.”
She narrows her eyes. “I don’t want that from you.”
“Still clinging to that lie, huh?” Another sharp inhale from her makes my cock twitch. I blow out a long breath, more to keep from coming than actual frustration. “Your cheeks are such a pretty pink and your cunt is the same shade. Quite lovely, in my opinion.”
She whimpers.
Finally, fuck. Maybe she doesn’t really like sex, but I’ll prove to Carina that’s she wrong. Those boys she fucked probably had dicks that weren’t long enough to pop her cherry, let alone make her come. And if by some miracle they did—which pisses me off to think about—they wouldn’t have lasted long enough to speak their own name.
A prickling sensation scratches my psyche, prompting me to verify my theory. “Are you a virgin?”
She glares up at me and the fire in her gaze from before has returned. But as an inferno of anger and lust swirling together. “Fuck. You.”
My smile is feral. “I happen to like that answer.”
Carina
My mind is my own once again.
Except, my body isn’t.
Rafael fingers are coaxing things from me that I don’t want to acknowledge; and his words are evoking feelings I don’t want to experience. He manipulates me both physically and emotionally.
Yet, those parts of me are drawn to him.
Mentally? I’m unsure of my stance. Not just concerning him but in general.
I believed I could endure whatever Rafael did to me by shutting off my mind and compartmentalizing what was happening. My assumption was that the time it would take for sex, and anything leading up to it, wouldn’t be very long and I could get through it by sheer willpower. However, no one has touched me sexually since my assault. Even if I was allowing this to happen, in order to get the help I need, I wasn’t prepared for my reaction.
When Rafael pinned me down and called me principessa, it opened the floodgates to unwanted images and memories, which ended up pulling me into the depths of a never-ending darkness. I couldn’t find my way out and I just stopped…everything. The energy I needed to continue trying to escape, or fighting my way to freedom, wasn’t there and I couldn’t sense it within my soul. I’d given up and succumbed to my nightmares.
I’m a fighter, but at that moment I was a victim.
Rafael brought me back to reality and I want to thank him for it. But also kill him for triggering me in the first place. Just like I want to be happy with the knowledge I can enjoy pleasure by a man’s hand. However, the way I discovered this information is not the way I’d have planned.
I may have to shoot Rafael.
But after he brings me to orgasm.
My body is definitely not my own, if that last thought is any indication. Yet, I can’t deny the yearning, the torturous need building with every second that passes, every stroke of his fingers, and every touch of his lips.
Rafael leans down, resting his forehead on mine, enabling me to see the sincerity in his eyes. “Do you know that it doesn’t matter to me whether or not you’re a virgin?” He inserts another finger inside me and I grit my teeth to keep from making a sound. “When I fuck this cunt of yours, it’ll make you feel like one all over again.”
I gasp, from both shock and pleasure. “I didn’t mean that I’d actually fuck you.”
