Page 37 of Tangwystle
“Only little whores go around without panties, fairy. And you’re my little whore. I don’t care if you order Gretel around, but you’ll always listen to me, won’t you? I can fuck any of your holes whenever I want, can’t I?”
I nodded, terrified and electrified by his words all at once. It combined into a heady feeling, solidifying into a desire I craved.
“I can fuck this one whenever I want.” His finger pressed into my opening. My lips parted, but nothing could come out. He thrusted inside me, stretching me in a way I’d never experienced before. “This mouth,” he said, pressing a kiss to the corner of my parted lips. “Stars, I can’t wait to fuck this mouth.”
His finger continued to thrust, his thumb circling clit.
Baz groaned, his erection pressing into my stomach. “And one day you’ll beg me to fuck your ass.”
He laughed at the little squeak I made, his finger more forceful as he thrust into me.
My body tightened, the wave crashing. I clung onto the sensation, whimpering as he kept playing with my pussy.
I held onto him, my leg still wrapped around him. I’m certain I’d begun to shake from the position, but I didn’t want to move. I hugged him close. Eventually, our breaths quieted, and then we found ourselves in a peaceful bubble.
He slowly lowered my leg, but he rubbed my back, not breaking us apart yet like he knew I needed the comfort.
“Fairy,” he said gently. “Listen to me carefully.”
Using both hands, he cupped my cheeks, meeting my eye.
“What if I asked you to go to Gretel right now. What if you flipped your skirt up and showed her what I just did to you?”
I grabbed at his hands, heat engulfing me again. But it wasn’t sweet this time.
Baz appeared serious, though. “What if you asked her to clean you off?”
Naively, I first thought of Gretel holding a wet washcloth. But staring into Baz’s eyes, the understanding of what he meant dawned on me.
And then I imagined it for the first time. Gretel’s little pink tongue lapping me clean while Baz watched.
I wasn’t ready for it yet. A whimper caught in my throat, and Baz nodded, backing off.
“Okay,” he simply said and let the idea pass away without further comment. As if the idea he’d presented to me hadn’t just been some big, monumental shift in our dynamic.
Instead, he straightened my dress, pressed a kiss to my forehead, and then left me to my housework.
twelve
Gretel never took another room.I’d tried to set her up in one, only for her to show up at my door again, dragging her pillow in one hand and wearing her night gown.
“It’s too dark in there,” she declared. “I can’t sleep well if I’m tossing and turning from fright.”
“And how do you expect me to sleep well?” I asked, incredulously. Only Gretel could march into a person’s room and expect to stay there.
“What do you mean?” Gretel blinked innocently as she looked over her shoulder, already climbing up into the bed.
“The bed is too small!”
“We made it work last night.” She wiggled under the covers and patted the slim space that would become my side of the bed.
And that was that.
No matter how many times I grumbled under my breath or outright snapped at her about picking a different room, she’d smile cheekily and get into bed.
At least on the nights she’d come to bed.
Deep down, I knew she feared Rufus Clinemell because she kept herself hidden in the Manor during the day. Baz was toopopular and guests came over often, but as far as anyone was aware, Blackwell Manor only had one servant.
