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“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about your punishment,” I said. “On the bed. Head at the edge of the mattress.”
I wanted her body laid out in such a way that Baz saw every inch of us.
With wide eyes, Gretel crawled into position, flat on her back.
I ripped my dress off, shuddering as it pooled around my ankles.
I knocked her legs open, sliding in between her thighs. Arousal already coated her upper thighs.
“Such a greedy little whore.” My fingers trailed through the wetness but never came close to the parts she so desperately wanted touched.
“Wystle,” she said again. Her chest heaved, her nipples hardening.
“I bet you liked getting caught,” I said. She frowned. “You never mind it when people see how wet your pussy gets.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. And I knew she truly meant it. She hadn’t wanted to see me torn away either.
But I smacked her pussy anyway. Leaning close into her, our chests touching, I kissed her deeply. I needed her.
The little fiend in me wasn’t satisfied with just a kiss, though.
I crawled down her body, my mouth immediately sucking her clit. Her hips bucked, and my tongue worked to make sure she kept writhing underneath me.
I let her come. Mainly because I couldn’t stop. And when she slumped back, I ignored how she tried to pull my face away. I smacked her hands away and continued to lick her cunt.
“She’s so sweet,” I told Baz, my chin wet with her arousal. “I can see why you didn’t care about anyone finding you.”
“Fairy,” he said. A hint of warning lined his words. I didn’t care. I needed to get things off my chest.
I tipped my chin over my shoulder and looked at Baz. His cock strained painfully toward the ceiling.
“He’s already leaking,” I told Gretel. She tried to sit up, but I pushed my hands down on her chest. “It looks painful. How much he wants to come. He loves your body, Gretel. The one you let him tear into while you were both in the garden, not paying attention. Did it feel good?”
She nodded, tears in her eyes.
“I bet you were sad when he didn’t come inside you?” I asked. She cried some more. “I know he’s sad right now. His cock is so hard.”
“Wystle,” she moaned, shaking.
“I get your cunt right now.” My fingers slowly traced her folds. “I’m going to make you come again and he’s going to watch. And if he’s good and begs hard enough maybe we’ll let him join us.”
She nodded her head, desperate for him to join us.
“You’d like that?” I asked. “Of course you would. Our pet is such a slut after all.”
“Please,” she begged in a tiny voice. Her next words came as tears slid down her face. “I need both of you.”
Heat seared along my skin. “I need you both too,” I admitted. I’d always need them. “But if I don’t teach you this very important lesson then neither of you will ever learn.”
“Fairy.” Baz’s chair scraped against the floor.
I ignored him, pressing my face against Gretel’s hot, swollen cunt again.
She cried as I licked and tortured her.
“Please.” Baz’s word could cut glass, it came out so strangled.
My pussy desperately needed stimulation of its own. I trailed messy kisses up Gretel’s chest. I pulled her nipple into my mouth, biting and sucking hard.
