Rated: M

Rapunzel glared, or at least tried to, at the frost spirit, who in turn, was grinning wickedly at her with his eyes gleaming. He had the upper hand and they both knew it, something tragically true for the blonde and pleasing to Jack Frost.

"Punzie, you're too impatient," he remarked, eyes slowly trailing down her body to look at her wet and apparently aroused self. Rapunzel pursed her lips and bit them lightly. The anticipation alone would probably drive her mad, but Jack…he would be the absolute death of her.

"And you're too slow," she whined, her body fidgeting and unable to sit still. She was a keg of TNT waiting to go off, and he was the match. Jack chuckled at her whining and kissed her lightly. "Maybe if you told me what you wanted~," his voice trailed off, eyes once again gliding along her trembling body to eye the juncture of her thighs…and his hand as it ever so lightly brushed up against the sensitive nub of nerves there.

The blonde squeaked and arched her back almost instantaneously as electricity surged through her. She tried to get up, but Jack grabbed both of her wrists and pinned her down onto the bed. His other hand began rubbing up against her clit, and she was almost practically jumping off of the bed. "JACK!"

The frost spirit's wicked smile returned. "Say it!" he teased. "Say what you want." A husky chuckle escaped with his tormenting remarks as he eyed her like she was his prey. Rapunzel snapped her head up and was about to protest, but no words ever left her mouth. Another brush of that bundle of nerves and she arched her back, screaming and trying to hit a higher note than she already was. "Jack! Please! Please…I want…I-I want…" her mind was reeling, body going numb with lust.

Jack smirked and then pulls his hands away "Good girl," he mused as he leaned over and started kissing her jawline. And once again, a puzzled Rapunzel was about to complain again before she felt his fingers plunge into her, curling up inside of her. She cried out, thrusting her hips out as much as she could as her arms wrapped themselves around him.

He won. Jack won and she hated it. But the pleasure was too much for her, the need itself was too much for her. She fell over the edge and was seeing stars before she knew it, screaming Jack's name as loud as she possibly could.

Rapunzel's sweaty back fell onto the bed as her chest heaved with each labored breath she took. Through hooded eyes, she could see the frost spirit licking his fingers with her juices on them. She weakly glared at him. He would be the one begging next time, she decided.

She would make him.