Page 13 of Tangwystle
“A very loving story.” Baz settled back into his chair, propping his chin up with his hand.
My cheeks flushed.
“Do you mind if I borrowed it after you?” he asked.
I borrowed all my books from a visiting library. Meaning it wasn’t mine to covet.
“It’s very different from the books you typically read,” I noted.
“I like to change things up every so often,” he said with a straight face.
I took a deep breath. “If you wish.”
“I wish,” he said, staring into my eyes. “Now read your book, Tangwystle.”
My spine slowly relaxed, pressing into the cushion of the wingback chair.
I read about wicked little things, all the while his gaze never left me. I tried to breathe, to keep my face from heating. But I couldn’t help glancing at him every so often. His sapphire eyes appeared darker in the dim light. He looked more serious than I’d ever seen before.
He nodded, once, reminding me to get back to my book.
Squirming in my seat, I lifted the book to hide my face.
“What’s happening in the book?” he asked. I couldn’t answer. “Read out some of it, for me.”
“I-I’m afraid I’m not that great of a narrator.”
“Read it aloud, Tangwystle.”
Like always, the moment he said my name, I crumbled.
Keeping the book in front of my face, I began to read aloud.
“‘Not another word, little one. One more little word and it’ll be your ass I fill. But then you would like that wouldn’t you? My wife, my love. My greedy little whore.’ Khalil flipped me, my dress bunching around my waist in a cloud of fabric. Shoved against the wall, Khalil slapped my legs apart. ‘You greedy, little cock tease.’ He freed his own cock and my mouth dried, my heart in my throat. ‘Beg me like the good girl that you are.’”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to keep reading. By this point, my own heart was in my throat.
“‘Please’,” I said, quoting the book. My thighs tensed, mirroring the character on page. “The wide head of his cock pressed into my cunt and I couldn’t speak anymore.”
I paused, but never moved the book out of my face.
“Keep reading to me, Tangwystle,” Baz said, his voice low and dark.
It’s not like I could lie and say I wasn’t affected. Nerves pricked my skin, my ribcage growing tighter and tighter.
I wanted relief too. In a certain delicate spot that begged to be touched.
“Tangwystle. . .” Baz ordered.
“‘Little one,’ Khalil said. I could only moan. ‘My beautiful, filthy little one. Look at my cock in your wet cunt. You take such good care of me.’ His fingers found my clit. ‘Let me take care of you, little one. Hold still.’ He slid out until only the crown of his cock teased my entrance before slamming all the way in. He kept whispering little things into my ear. ‘Cock tease, whore, filthy little thing. You make a man go mad, little one. Taking my cock like the good whore that you are. Let me hear you. I know you can’t keep quiet.’ And I couldn’t. I tried to bite back the moans but each stroke of his cock hit a spot that had my head thrown back. ‘Come now, little one.’ And I did. Violently, my cunt clenched around him, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum.”
From behind the book, I whispered, “That’s the end of the chapter.”
The clock ticked, the evening late. I dared to lower the book, and my chest lifted. His pants were tented.
Baz made no move to touch himself, but he never looked away from me. And I found that more intense than if he’d been lewdly stroking himself. Instead, he gazed at me like he gazed at all the beautiful portraits hanging around the Manor.
“I should go to bed.” I worried about whether or not my legs could move. But I pushed myself up anyway, holding the book to my chest.
