Page 3 of Tangled in Tinsel

I shift in my seat and try to force blood back in my head instead of where it went when she told me she’s a fucking virgin - my dick! “So you’re here to help a friend. That’s all.”

“Why else would I be here?”

So she’s not here to fuck with Cyrus. She has no design on the power that comes from knowing you have the state’s governor by the balls. Still…I want to be sure. “Cyrus is a very handsome man. He has a lot of power.”

“Does he?” She seems like she is thinking about things before she continues, “Good, maybe he really can help Lyric do what she needs to do.”

She looks unsure for the first time since I’ve met her, catching her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“But what about you?”

Her brows drop into a frown, and she tilts her head. “What do you mean?”

I think fast about what I need to do to take what I want from this little fairy. “Well, my friend can help your friend but who is going to help you out of all this? Who’s going to be a voice for you?”

She looks at me like she doesn’t understand where this is going and that‘s more than okay with me.

“You see, I can talk to my friend. Even if your friend - Lyric is it? Even if she fails I could talk to Cyrus and get him to help the two of you.”

“You can?”

I nod and wait.

“Why would you do that? Why would you ask him to help us? Especially if he tells Lyric no.”

“Well,” I take in everything I know about this little woman. Doing what she is for her friend, getting pissed at those women, being so damned sweet and innocent, I make my move. “It’s just that…a lot of women look at me and think…I’m too big. It’s been a while since I’ve had someone be…so sweet to me. A long time since someone has taken the time to kiss me properly. If ever.”

The last part isn’t a lie. Hell, the first part isn’t a lie either. Women do look at me and think I’m too big to fuck for the most part. Some of them see me as an 'in' to my best friend but most are just afraid of me. This woman, the tiny thing that she is, doesn’t seem afraid of me at all.

“You want a kiss and then you’ll talk to your boss, er, friend for us?”

I nod.

“Okay.”

Damn, I’m going to have to remember this and how incredibly innocent my little fairy is in the future. She needs someone to take care of her. Someone who can watch over her and make sure she stays this…happy and sweet.

She comes over to me and pops me on the cheek. I shake my head to tell her that’s not nearly good enough. She tries again, this time on my lips but it’s just a quick pop kiss.

“No, little one. If I talk to Cyrus for you, I’m going to want a real kiss.”

She frowns and then leans forward and tries to offer me another closed mouth kiss on the lips. She turns her head and tries to press her mouth closer to mine. I stay rigid so it remains hard for her to find an easy way to bring me what I want.

“Why don’t you let me help?”

She pulls back with a frown on her face and hurt in her eyes. “You did this so I would let you go? You lied to me and told me you wanted a kiss so I would set you free?”

“No, no, no. You don’t have to set me free for me to help you. All you have to do is come and sit on my lap.”

“Say it again, now.”

“Come sit on my lap. I mean, it’s not like I can do anything with my hands behind my back. If you sit in my lap it will bring us closer and I can tell you what to do with your mouth.”

She nibbles at her lip again before shrugging her shoulders. “Okay. I guess it can’t hurt anything.”

I would growl if I didn’t know all of this is to bring my little fairy further into my trap. She tries to straddle my lap but has to pull at her skirt to climb onto my lap. Her little legs are spread so far I can bet for sure she is going to feel it in the morning. No doubt she’s never been spread so far before. She wiggles to try to find a comfortable spot as she rocks her hips over the bulge of my cock in my dress pants. Her little hands flutter on my shoulders as she tries to hang on and find just the right place for her.

Finally - just when I think I am about to blow in my pants - she settles and looks at me. “Alright. Tell me what to do.”

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