Page 61 of Tangwystle
I placed a hand on Baz’s shoulder and he allowed it.
“Show me how much you want it,” he ordered. “Show me how much your greedy cunt is desperate for my cock.”
My hips bucked, my pussy rubbing against the fabric of his trousers.
He brushed my hair back, but otherwise didn’t touch me. “That’s right, ride me.”
No shame coursed through me—just pure want.
Me in my white pinafore, naked underneath and riding Baz’s thigh.
“You want to come don’t you?” he asked. Some unintelligible noise came from me. “My pretty fairy. Keep moving. I need to know how much you want this.”
I don’t think it could have been any clearer.
“Do you know what it was like waking up to find you playing with my cock?” he asked, and I had to bite down on my lip. “Every day since arriving, I’ve had to stop myself from fucking your mouth. Those pretty red lips, with their bad habit of always talking back.”
I made a noise and he tsked. “We’re not here to debate that fact, fairy. If it’s not your mouth it’s the little narrowed eyes and foot that stomps anytime you think I’m making a mess. Though, it appears you love making messes too.”
I’m not sure how my skin hadn’t combusted into flames yet. My hips moved, everything in me tightening.
He finally touched me, pulling a whimper from me. His hands slid under the pinafore, running over my skin. Up and down my curves. All gentle touches and nowhere near my pussy.His fingers skimmed the sides of my breasts, avoiding my hard nipples.
I ached for him. And if he wanted me to show it, he got it. In the way I slid up and down on his thigh, trying to rub my clit against him. The moans I didn’t hold back.
His cock strained against his pants, his eyes darkening.
“Such a pretty fairy,” he murmured when my cunt clenched and a cry spilled out of my mouth, my lips falling apart.
Baz ran a hand through my hair, softly.
“Everything you do pleases me,” he said in a low voice. I leaned my head on his shoulder, unable to sit straight. His hand ran down my backside, kneading into my ass. “Even when you and Gretel get up to naughty things.”
“I wanted to touch you,” I admitted. “I want to please you as much as Gretel does. And as much as you please me.”
He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You please me every day, Tangwystle. With your kindness and your funny witch’s hat and your insistence on making us eat vegetables.”
He leaned his forehead so we were touching. “But the next time you want to play with my cock, it’s me you come to, you understand.”
I nodded.
“Tangwystle.” He sounded pained as he shifted. “I am desperate for your cunt.”
I clung on tighter to him, and he smiled.
“Are you ready, my fairy?”
He guided me off of him, and I’m not sure how either of us managed to walk. On my part, I was a shaky mess. And he might be fully clothed, but he had a wet patch on his thigh and his cock strained painfully against his trousers.
We passed Gretel on the way to the stairs. Her nose still pressed against the wall. I realized then that this was another part of her punishment. Listening to us in the next room. Herhair shifted ever so slightly, but she knew better than to look at us.
Taking my hand, Baz led me up the stairs.
Once we were in the room, he shut the door and told me to take his clothes off.
I landed on my knees, beginning with his leather shoes. Untying them, I slipped one off his foot and then the other. I placed them in a row by the door and then took off his socks. I stood to unbutton his shirt, my fingers surprisingly steady. His gaze remained on me, warming my skin. I unfastened his trousers, pulling them down his legs.
He didn’t help me remove them. I kneeled again, lifting one foot to pull the fabric from his ankle and then the other.
