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“I’ll need your help,” I said over my shoulder to Baz as I kicked Gretel’s legs open. I forced her arms out on either side of her, my hands keeping her wrists pinned. All it would take is a little nudge, and our naked pussies would touch.
She desperately wanted it, and I can’t say I wasn’t tempted.
Magic flitted over my shoulder, though, and Baz’s power kept her pinned to the wall.
The Manor groaned as well, Gretel and I’s gaze lifting to the ceiling. The wall morphed, and to my delight, shackles locked Gretel into place.
“Thank you, Manor,” I said, slightly more gleeful than strictly necessary.
Gretel pulled at her locks but didn’t budge.
“Please,” she begged again.
I did take pity, sort of. I speared a finger into her dripping cunt, curving to hit a deep spot. She gasped, but I stepped back.
“Some might call this a punishment,” I said as I walked back to Baz on the bed.
Even he looked impressed. We’d both always known how powerful the Manor was, but it’d never shown such a strong sign of approval for our lifestyle until then.
I crawled back to him, settling on his lap. His cock was already rock hard again, a dangerous smirk on his lips.
I continued to talk to Gretel over my shoulder. “But you were so eager to listen in, that I think this might be a pity to you. Letting you watch me take Baz’s cock.”
“You are mean,” Baz said against my lips before pulling me into a kiss.
“I learn from the best,” I boldly declared. Stars, if I’d ever felt confident to say such stuff before.
“Is that so?” Baz laughed. He gathered my waist into his hands again. “You’re sore, aren’t you?”
I nodded, admitting it. But I didn’t want this to stop, so I quietly said, “I don’t want you to go slow.”
He snorted. “And here I thought Gretel was the only painslut.”
I’m not sure who made more noise. Me when Baz slammed me down on his cock or Gretel as she watched him tear into my pussy.
eighteen
“You’re very handsome,”Gretel quietly told Baz one evening.
I finished tying Baz’s tie and placed a kiss on his cheek. He’d shaved yesterday, but already shadows grew along his sharp cheekbones.
When I tried to step back, he dragged me in for a kiss on the lips. Quick and hard.
“You’ll both be all right tonight?” He smoothed his suit jacket.
He’d put off the Clinemell’s dinner invitation long enough. Tonight he’d go to their manor and enjoy dinner. Or at the very least, check this little task off his to-do list.
I half feared he’d do something. Burst into a tangent about men being brutes or make a witty comment that would give too much away. A glib comment would make Rufus suspicious of Baz and Blackwell Manor. It’d cause him to call in more often or to have his valet swing by unprompted.
Baz, of course, shared nothing about his opinions on the matter. He’d simply told us the day before that it had to occur, but that he already missed us. Gretel softened at his words, the lovesick girl, but I caught the tightness in her shoulders.
Baz strode toward her after kissing me and pulled her into his chest.
“Your suit will wrinkle,” I reminded.
Baz whispered into Gretel’s ear before kissing her.
“You’re tryingnotto attract attention,” I grumbled under my breath.
