Page 45 of Tangwystle
“Come on then,” he sighed, a look of boredom on his face. This was just another part of his day. Watching his playthings. “Upstairs.”
We both exited the pantry, heading to the stairs, when he snapped.
Gretel tore her dress off and sank to her knees, and my mouth dropped open.
Baz lost his mask of aloofness for a moment, his eye twinkling when he caught my reaction. There was still so much I didn’t know. But he nodded to me, silently reassuring me.
“To the bedroom, pet,” he said, and my mouth dried as Gretel crawled to the stairs and began climbing up. Her breasts swaying with each move.
He took my hand, squeezing it, offering me more support, and then pulled me along the stairs. I watched Gretel’s ass the whole time as she crawled to Baz’s room. She waited at the door until he pushed it open.
“Inside,” he instructed, and she crawled again. She paused in the middle of the room, eyes cast down.
Baz looked to me, but I surrendered control, my stomach tightening as I watched his handsome features darken.
“Up on the bed, Tangwystle. Show Gretel what it means to be a good girl. See how she follows orders, pet? I told her not to wear her underwear and she followed directions.”
My mind emptied as I lay back on the bed, among the pillows, near the headboard, and lifted my skirt. I glanced at Baz before staring up at the ceiling.
He stood on the side of the bed and lifted my arms over me, positioning them back. He didn’t say anything, but I instinctively understood his order not to move.
“Fairy’s done an awful lot for you hasn’t she?” Baz said. I desperately wanted to lift up so I could see Gretel on all fours on the floor. “I think she deserves a reward. You’re going to eat her pussy and make her feel good. Do you understand?”
Gretel’s affirmation was a breathy moan.
“On the bed.”
Gretel practically leapt up.
I’d never felt so vulnerable yet so excited as Gretel crawled between my thighs and Baz watched.
“What do you say?” he asked.
Gretel’s green eyes found mine. I’m not sure what she made of me. What comparisons she might be making between me and her other lovers. But I knew her cheeks were flushed and she licked her lips.
“Please,” she asked, her voice soft. “May I taste your cunt?”
“Make me come,” I said, much more nonchalant than I felt.
A whine came from her, and she practically fell forward.
Baz chuckled, humor and lust in his gaze. “It sounds like if you make it good for fairy, pet, she’ll take pity on you. That’s very considerate of her.”
Gretel wasted no time, and I honestly wasn’t prepared. Baz had done this same thing just hours earlier, but Gretel’s pink little tongue flattened against my slit. She ran her tongue up and down, electrocuting me from the inside out.
Baz chuckled again. “Enjoy it, fairy. You don’t have to hold back.”
I bit my lip, but my hips jerked.
“Is she sweet enough for you, pet?” Gretel nodded her head, her hair tickling my inner thighs. “Don’t stop or you’ll find out how mean fairy can really get.”
He stood behind Gretel, who moaned as she tasted me. Every noise she made sent another jolt to my pussy.
I didn’t have time to worry anymore. Everything felt so right.
The slap rung out, and Gretel gasped against my swollen cunt.
Baz tutted under his breath. “Don’t forget, Gretel, this is a punishment. Tangwystle deserves to come but it’s yet to be decided if you do.”
