Page 57 of Tangwystle
Baz tugged on his bindings harder, his head moving as he put the pieces in place.
Gretel whispered into my ear, “It’s okay.”
The quiet aside made Baz lift himself, his sapphire eyes pinning me down. He’d come out of his haze, and I met the molten fire in his eyes, brimming with something I couldn’t place.
He pulled at his bindings again. “You play a dangerous game, little ducks.”
Gretel leaned down and placed a kiss on his thigh, hair tickling his cock as she did so. She popped back up, an impertinent grin on her face.
“Tonight isn’t about you,” she proudly declared to him. His jaw remained clenched, his muscles tight. He listened intently as Gretel spoke, but her next words weren’t for him. Angling her head, she whispered to me, “This is your chance to explore, Wystle. Look at him all you want. Touch him.”
My chest squeezed tight. Not just because of her words. Baz never took his eyes away from me.
“It’s okay,” she said into my ear. “He’s yours to do what you want.”
Baz strained against the ropes. “Tangwystle.”
The tone of voice he used was edged in darkness.
“Look at his cock,” Gretel whispered. “I know you’ve thought about it inside you. How big he is. How it will fill you up. Don’t you want him to fill you up, Wystle?”
I couldn’t nod. I couldn’t move.
“Think about how he’ll thrust into you. Over and over again. It feels so good.” Her last words held a painful, wanton edge to them. Like she was remembering something.
I didn’t want to keep wondering and waiting. I needed to know what he was like too.
“Touch him.” Gretel’s order was more like a plea. “See how hard he can get.”
His cock was already stiffening.
“If you want, we can just make him watch us,” Gretel said so softly, I thought I misheard her. “If. . . if you aren’t ready.”
I scooted closer in between Baz’s outstretched legs.
“Fairy,” Baz warned. “You realize she’s leading you down a very dangerous path.”
“And if I went down that path?” I hardly recognized my own voice. “Would I not encounter you on that very same road?"
I touched the dark patch of hair spreading from his groin. The light touch had his cock twitching and thickening.
“I’m going to explore you,” I told Baz, and this time noticed how hooded his eyes were. He struggled to keep his head up, and when my hand skimmed his thigh, his jaw spasmed. His muscles strained like he wanted to remain as still as possible.
It became my job to make sure he couldn’t pretend to be unaffected.
“Touch him,” Gretel urged. “Touch his cock, Wystle.”
My belly dipped again, and I pressed my thighs together. But I rose onto my knees, leaning forward.
With just one finger, I traced a vein along his cock. He hissed under his breath, but it had the effect I wanted.
“Being tied up does things to you, doesn’t it?” I asked, doing my best to act just like I had yesterday. Talking dirty to Gretel. “You like it when women tie you up against your will, don’t you?”
I ran that teasing finger over his cock again, enjoying his hips slightly rocking. I leaned down closer, inspecting the slightly flared crown of his cock.
“Look at what you’re doing to him,” Gretel murmured, also admiring him. “Put your hand all the way around him.”
She guided me, her delicate fingers over mine as she placed my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock.
