Page 64 of Tangwystle
His spine stiffened, and I clung onto him as he grunted, his cock pulsing inside me with his release.
I hadn’t realized it, but I’d begun to cry into his shoulder. Carefully, he let me fall back into the bed, my body relaxing into the mattress.
Still inside me, he bent over, kissing my tear-stained face.
I whimpered when he pulled out and then again when his fingers fucked me.
“I’m just making sure you get everything you need,” he said with a dark glint in his eyes as he fucked the cum that had spilled out back into my pussy.
I shuddered and then drifted off into a heap of tired bones.
He kissed my face several more times, and then the bed shifted. He padded around the room while I floated.
“Drink some water,” he said, softly but with the tone of the dominant.
He took care of me, pulling me close into his side and stroking my back.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded, still tired, but more alive than I’d felt in a long time.
“Baz,” I murmured. “I’m sorry I tried to slam the door in your face the first time I met you.”
He laughed, a joyful noise, so unlike the dark chuckle that shot a thrill through me every time. But this laugh made my insides squeeze tight too, in a happy way.
“I’ll never forget that moment, Tangwystle.” He kissed my forehead.
We could’ve spent more time curled into one another, but a scratch drew our attention to the door. We shared a look, and then Baz’s grip on me loosened.
I don’t know how I had the strength to stand up. But I did so and walked to the door, flinging it open to find Gretel on the other side.
She almost tumbled forward, her ear had been pressed so firmly against the other side. Lips parted, she stared up at me in amazement, her eyes running over my naked form.
I knew instinctively that Baz had set her up for failure. Our pet liked to listen in on things, and this had been a big moment. But I welcomed her failure like a warm treat.
One hand on my hip, the other on the door, I shot her a harsh gaze. “It doesn’t look like you followed Baz’s instructions very well.”
She looked almost pained as she pouted up at me.
“There aren’t even words, are there?” I said. “To describe how dirty you’re being.”
Something caught in the back of her throat.
“Listening in to Baz and me. Let me guess, your cunt is weeping?”
Her thighs rubbed together in confirmation.
I sighed. “If you’d waited patiently, we would have called for you. But eager whores don’t get rewarded.”
“P-please,” she begged from where she sat on the floor.
I lifted her up, tugging her into the bedroom. Baz stretched out, naked and languid on the pillows. Gretel whimpered again, but with my ever-growing boldness, I wanted to be selfish. She’d gotten her turn playing with Baz during their garden nights. I wanted to experience more of Baz, and I wasn’t ready to share.
“Pet,” Baz greeted, stroking his length. Her lips parted, but when she tried to walk to the bed, I pulled her back.
“What did I say about being an eager little whore.” I pushed her into the wall. I’d never been so forceful, but her eyes widened as her spine pressed back. New information was unlocked about both of us. She liked being manhandled, and I liked doing the manhandling.
But that would be explored another time.
