Page 59 of Tangwystle
I didn’t let myself think, reverting to the submissive inside me when Baz controlled things. I wrapped my lips around his cock, but gagged when Baz’s hips bucked.
“Don’t do that,” Gretel said as sternly as she knew how. My eyes watered, and I didn’t look up, but I could hear the frown in her voice. “If you’re not nice to Tangwystle, then we won’t play anymore.”
I felt every straining muscle as he tried to remain still.
“It’s okay.” Gretel rubbed my back. “He’s going to be good for you now.”
With his thighs pinned to the floor, I tried to take control. But the truth was I didn’t know what I was doing.
Gretel coached me through it. “Loosen your jaw. Suck.”
I did as she said and found myself rewarded with a groan from Baz that shot straight to my own pussy.
“Use your tongue,” Gretel gently reminded. “And don’t forget your hands.”
Baz hissed when I wrapped my hand around his cock again, and I’m afraid I might have gone too hard. But he rocked his hips again, and I didn’t mind. My fingers started to play with the base of his cock, exploring.
Gretel gave me space, crawling up Baz’s chest. She lay beside him, curling into his side.
“Isn’t she so fucking good?” she cooed. I have no idea if Baz could even really understand. His hips jerked up and down, his shoulders straining as he tried to get free. To move in the way he wanted to.
“I’m so fucking wet,” Gretel said in his ear. “Watching her warm, wet mouth fuck your cock.”
And she did whimper a few times, even though I would’ve happily let her touch me. Play with me. My pussy needed something, anything. Her fingers, her mouth. Though truthfully, I really wanted Baz’s cock.
The need surged in me as I sucked his cock. Not meaning to, I swallowed, but Baz’s swift jerk of the hips told me he liked it, so I did it again.
“Fairy.” The pet name tore from Baz.
Gretel giggled. “He’s going to come, Wystle. If you’re not ready for it you can stop.”
Baz choked on a cry. “Do. Not. Stop.”
His cock hit the back of my throat as he jerked his hips.
He and I were in agreement, though. There was no stopping this. He came inside my mouth, and without thinking, I swallowed.
But if I thought I was triumphant, I was dead wrong.
Gretel made a sharp noise and scrambled away from Baz. I didn’t understand right away until Baz shifted under me.
He’d pulled free of the rope.
And anger was putting it lightly.
“Every drop,” Baz ordered as his hand tangled into my hair and he took back control.
seventeen
Baz spanked our asses red.Gretel and I kneeled next to one another on all fours. He went back and forth, slapping my ass cheek and then Gretel’s. I sucked back a hiss several times. Gretel’s brow wrinkled as she whimpered. Baz didn’t take it easy on us; his silence a reproach too.
And the punishment continued the next day.
I wore only my pinafore, and it wasn’t a coincidence when I found a list of tasks Baz had left for me, such as washing the floorboards and cleaning the fireplaces. All things that required me to bend over.
Air touched my ass and pussy, but for most of the morning, I never saw Baz. I did, however, hear him. Gretel’s whimpers and moans echoed down the hallways.
I sat in front of one of the fireplaces, unable to move as I heard the stinging slaps and the cries. He never let her come, and I felt her pain. Acutely.
