Page 56 of Tangwystle
Baz Coldwell didn’t go around wearing poor man’s clothes. All his suits and shirts were tailored, the material thick and luxurious. He never had a thread out of place, and that’s coming from a man who otherwise didn’t care about rolling up his sleeves and trying to help me in the kitchen.
And of course, I thought of all of this, but in reality, something protective in me came out. I knew deep down we were already pushing Baz. He might have told Gretel he wascomfortable with this type of play, but I could guarantee the girl hadn’t had a conversation regarding ripped clothing.
I brought her back to the edge, the pair of us pulling and pushing in the right way. She tried to get me out of my comfort zone, and I kept her from a painful punishment—Baz’s disappointment.
She huffed. “Fine. Undress him and then we’ll tie him up.”
Obviously, I knew Baz’s clothes were going to come off. We’d just fought about tearing his clothes off. But Gretel never gave the orders, and it wasn’t so much that she used a stern or demanding voice. Just a simple,please do that, and then we’ll move on to the next step.
But I swallowed, my fingers hovering over his shirt button.
She wanted me to undress him.
The whole point of her plan was so I could become better acquainted with him.
Gretel ran her hand over my back and up my shoulder, squeezing it. I liked it when she didn’t feel the need to giggle, but she did smile at me. A soft, comforting expression. I don’t want to call it motherly, but in a way, that’s what it was. In that moment, she guided me, and I had to set aside what I thought my role in our relationship was and let go.
I undid the buttons of his shirt, now wrinkled and worse for wear thanks to us dragging him. Gretel helped me lift his body when needed, but the hard parts I did on my own. Not that they were truly hard. Already something filled my belly. Risk and desire.
I undid his trousers, the pants hanging open for a few minutes before I tugged them down as best I could. Then my fingers slipped into the waistband of his underpants, and I pulled him free.
He was soft.
Gretel never said anything, letting me take my time to stare. When I started to move again, she helped me move his legs, shucking the trousers off. She even folded the clothes, moving them out of sight.
She handed me rope. I positioned one arm, up and over his head, and she did the other. There was a small hook along the wall that we tied him to. Gretel taught me how to tie the knots.
And then we sat back.
Baz still slept, but the effect was completely different now. Naked and his hands tied.
The heat in my belly continued to pool, and I didn’t want to think about it. To admit that another secret had just been unlocked. How I found this to be so appetizing when it should’ve been wrong.
Gretel saw into my mind. Without any words, she ran a hand down my cheek, turning my face to hers. Slowly and softly, she kissed me again.
I leaned into her, needing her soft curves and her reassurances. She shimmied out of her dress.
“Panties off,” I demanded, so she took those off too.
We only kissed, though, Gretel’s hips began to rock in the way that told me what she needed.
We were so wrapped up in each other that it took us a moment to realize that there was a groan that didn’t belong to us. And unusual, Gretel noticed first.
She tore her lips away, her arms clinging to me. She was all but in my lap by that point, her arousal smearing the fabric of my black dress.
Baz’s head moved side to side.
“Come on,” Gretel instructed, unable to bite her smile back.
Baz opened his eyes to find us seated by his feet. Blinking, it took several moments for him to even understand what was going on. I’m certain he thought it was a fucked up dream.
Gretel naked and giggling. The completely rearranged pantry.
He tugged at his binds and then some sort of realization dawned. We had trapped him and taken his clothes.
Letting out a deep breath, and in a groggy voice, he said, “Little ducks.”
That only made Gretel titter more.
