Page 19 of Tangwystle
I took a tiny step forward, my only response.
Tender. That’s how Baz looked at me. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his black hair messy from sleep.
I stood between his knees. I still couldn’t look down, though. I desperately wanted to admire him. To sink to my knees like two nights ago.
But I waited.
Baz’s hands smoothed over my curves, gliding down my black dress. They found the hem below my knees and lifted. Fingers skimmed along the backs of my legs, my breath picking up. Slow and smooth, Baz traced along my skin.
Then his hands were on my ass, fingers toying with the waistband of my panties.
“You don’t need to wear these anymore,” he said softly. “You never need to wear them, do you understand?”
I nodded, but he sternly looked at me and I shyly said, “Yes, sir.”
He dragged them down my legs, stickiness stringing from the fabric. The panties fell to the floor, pooling around my ankles.
“Thank you, sir,” I murmured, heat pooling in my stomach at the spark of something feral in his eyes when I said those words.
He went back to skimming his fingers across the back of my legs, feeling every inch of me. I stood on my tiptoes when he kneaded my ass, my hands falling onto his shoulders.
His forehead bowed forward, touching my stomach. Only his hands worked under the fabric, my dress keeping me perfectly covered.
He never moved to touch me where the wetness grew the most. Just traces along the backs of my thighs and the occasional kneading of my ass. He lifted my leg, one foot stepping out of the panties, and then did the same with the other. His hands gripped my hips, and he pressed a kiss to my belly through the fabric of my dress.
I waited for the word. To be told to drop to my knees, but it never came.
His hands retracted from under my dress, and he stood, the sheets falling from him.
I did not have time to inspect what I so desperately wanted.
Baz’s fingers pinched my chin, tipping my face, and his lips pressed to mine, unsurprisingly firm. He bit the corner of my lip, and when I gasped, his tongue slid into my mouth, his arm tightening around my waist.
Then he released me—breathless and disoriented.
“Go on, fairy,” he dismissed me, turning me and swatting my ass.
I jerked forward, dimly wondering if perhaps the Manor would like to keep me locked in here. After all, we were both primed and ready for it.
But the handle turned easily. I glanced back to find he’d already tugged a sheet around his waist.
“Fairy,” he warned as he gathered the journals and letters on his bed.
I turned and left, leaving my wet panties on the floor of his bedchamber.
seven
I went about my tasks,not wearing underwear beneath my dress and overly aware of my sticky thighs.
Lunch came, and Baz appeared in the kitchen, making my stomach squirm. He, of course, showed no signs of discomfort. His button-down shirt and trousers were perfectly pressed, his sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms. His dark hair was somewhat tidier, but even his messy locks added to his appearance. Along with the growing scruff on his sharp jawline.
“We should eat outside,” he said.
We might’ve just decided he’d give me certain orders, but there were some things I couldn’t abide.
“Outside?” I curled my nose. Yesterday, I'd torn my hands up fighting with weeds. I needed to water the garden, but that would only lead to mud. And really, who liked eating outside?
“The sun is shining for once, Tangwystle.” He lazily played with a lock of my hair, my stomach swooping. “It’ll be good for you to spread your wings, fairy.”
