Page 74 of Tangwystle
“Maybe you would like that,” he murmured into my shoulder. My fingers dug into him as he nailed me to the wall. I loved when Baz’s attentions were intense, but this was almost brutal with how he pinned my body down and took what he wanted. My stomach clenched when he added another finger in my ass. “You’ve offered me every other hole,” he said, his voice low and steady while I lost my mind. “I think it’s time I claim this one too.”
He toyed with the hole, filling me as his cock claimed my cunt.
“My pussy,” he said, jerking roughly so I understood who owned it. “My ass.”
He kissed me, his tongue forcing its way inside my mouth.
I combusted on the spot. But he took his sweet time, his hips jerking in and out. All the while, he whispered dirty things.You’ve always been such a sweet little whore, fairy. We have to get your ass ready for my cock. Yes, it might hurt, but you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Tear you open because I need you. Every single hole belongs to me, fairy.
He went from playing with my ass to toying with my clit again, and I clenched around him. It spurred him on, releasing a stream of cum into my pussy.
Laughter echoed down the hall.
I tensed, but he didn’t set me down until several seconds later. He grabbed a handkerchief from a coat pocket and cleaned himself up. When he caught my raised brow, he simply helped straighten my dress skirt.
“Seriously,” I whispered.
He feigned surprise. “What? Your dress is long enough and it makes me hard thinking about my cum leaking from your cunt. I’ve been a good boy, fairy. Let a man enjoy his prize.”
“You always enjoy your prize,” I grumbled under my breath.
He shot me a cheeky grin. Another burst of laughter had me peeking around the corner. Baz could only be gone so long before guests started asking questions. And footsteps against the stone floor told me people had started to wander about more.
“You have to be careful,” I said.
He shot me a questioning look.
“Gretel deserves a prize too,” I said, happy at the idea that they would get time together. “But there are a lot of people here. They came to rub elbows with you specifically and now that the wine is flowing guests are becoming carefree with where they wander.”
“It’s going to be okay, Tangwystle,” he assured.
I shot him a stern look so he understood I wasn’t playing. “Be careful, Baz Caldwell, or you’ll find yourself locked away in the Manor’s dungeon.”
A gasp of awe came from the ballroom like perhaps they’d seen a burst of stars.
Baz kissed my forehead. “You know it’s not fair, you and the Manor always working against me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, smoothing my dress. “Aren’t you the owner of said Manor?”
“Aren’t I?” he teased back with a grin.
I blushed at the way he appraised me, his gaze lingering like he knew exactly what was under my dress. And then he left. I tried my best to get my cheeks to cool off before I wandered off to make sure the tables with food and wine were still in working order.
DoI need to explain that things didn’t go to plan?
It began with a ripple. An eruption of murmurs.
Perhaps if this had been a light smattering of gossip, it would have been different. The whispers would spread, but nothing else would truly spill over.
But that was not meant to be.
Because when Rufus Clinemell found Baz and Gretel in a particularly delicate moment, he exploded. It was his yells and his shouts that gained attention.
This was not the necking of two cozy lovebirds discovered during the ball.
It was a servant who had run out on her contract. It was Baz, a gentleman who had already threatened Rufus just because he was everything the other man would never be.
One second, I placed a silver tray on a table. The next, I heard the gasps. The startled moves of the dancers stopping. People craned their necks, turning to follow the sound.
