Chapter 14
fourteen
The next morning, I woke up with Gretel’s breasts pushed into my back.
We’d slept in Baz’s bed last night. From that moment forward, we’d never end up going back to our little room under the stairs near the kitchen.
After we’d eaten each other out and Baz had covered us in his semen, he’d filled the bathtub.
I’d felt a spark of fear when Gretel had stripped me naked, but it disappeared at the hungry look in her eye.
And then the swoop in my belly intensified when I caught Baz’s look as he took in my naked form.
I was much shorter than Gretel, and in my mind, there wasn’t a female body as beautiful as the creature. But I felt very gratified at how they stared at my round, heavy tits and my curves.
Baz ushered us into the bathtub, keeping a slight distance still. He handed over some soap and rags and monitored us as he went in and out.
I wanted to lean my head back and soak in the warm water. Gretel was too mischievous for that.
“Open your legs,” she demanded. She scrubbed so vigorously I jerked back, water sloshing.
“Be careful!” I admonished her.
She narrowed her eyes, leaning closer to me. I’d always known she had no sense of personal space, but now her boundaries had truly fallen away. “You took such good care of me, washing me. Let me return the favor.”
More like payback. A jolt of lust shot through me as the washcloth rubbed my pussy.
But Baz clicked his tongue as he stepped back into the bathroom. “I can’t leave you two alone for five seconds. Pet, I said wash her, not play with her.”
My stomach tightened at his words. He spoke so frankly about our arrangement. And I loved how he cherished us yet spoke of us like playthings. It called to something simmering deep inside me.
Gretel pouted, and I couldn’t help pressing my cunt against the washcloth, wanting the friction.
But Baz wouldn’t allow it. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he said, crouching by the tub. He was way too overdressed in his button-down shirt and silk vest. He still wore shoes, and he ran a hand to push his hair back. “There will be no coming unless I say so. Do you understand?”
We stared at him, washcloths in our hands. Gretel pouted, but we both nodded.
“Good.” He smiled. “Now finish your washing and get ready for bed.”
Gretel quickly wiped down my body. I’m certain she didn’t trust herself to touch me long enough. I made her lift her arms and washed every bit of her, not so secretly delighting in annoying her with my thoroughness.
Baz dried both of us. When he wrapped the towel around me, he pulled my back into his chest, holding me tight for a few seconds.
He handed me a jar of cream, and I applied it to Gretel’s ass.
She crawled into bed naked, but I slipped on a long nightgown that I found on the counter in the bathroom. Baz had gone downstairs to fetch it, correctly assuming I’d want to wear it, though, he had grabbed the most transparent option.
He’d also changed the linen, smirking at me as if to say, see, I can do housework.
I climbed into the middle of the bed, and Gretel curled into me, her chest to my back. Baz drew the covers up and then walked around. He lay down on his back, one arm bending behind his head. The other stretched out, gathering us to him. My head rested in the nook of his shoulder.
Gretel squeezed me tighter, her face nuzzling into my back. Her hands wandered, drifting lower.
“Sleeping in the bed is a privilege,” Baz warned. Gretel’s hands stopped moving.
I easily fell asleep, we all did. I never considered that the morning might be strange.
But for a moment, as light cascaded through the window, I asked myself what I had done. No torrent of white hot confusion pricked into me. I was still a cautious creature, though, and the feeling of Gretel’s soft body the next day made me blink awake and nervously contemplate the night before.
I’d never felt so safe, though. So warm and so loved. Baz held me still, and Gretel had remained tucked into my back. They’d created a cocoon around me.
As ridiculous as it might sound, all I could think about was getting up and starting breakfast.
I knew already there was no going back for us. And I didn’t want it. But slightly overwhelmed, I deemed going down to the kitchen my safest option, a lingering symptom of being a creature of habit.
As delicately as I could, I extracted myself from the bed.
It wasn’t an easy feat, considering how entangled we’d slept.
But Gretel rolled into the pillows, snoring.
It’d take me several more months to realize the only reason she’d gotten out of bed so easily when we shared the little room under the stairs was because she’d been trying to impress me.
Gretel slept soundly as I tiptoed around the room. I grabbed my crumpled dress from the floor. It wouldn’t do to put it back on, so I meant to add it to the laundry. Off in search of a fresh dress downstairs, I headed to the door.
“Leaving so soon, fairy,” Baz rasped. I turned to find his blue eyes blazing. He’d slept without a shirt, and my gaze lingered on the muscles of his abs. But my appreciation of his form didn’t soften him. He motioned me over to him.
Stiffly, I walked to his side. He kept his voice low for Gretel’s sake, but I couldn’t mistake his tone for anything but stern.
“From now on you don’t leave the bed without kissing me good morning first.”
I bent forward and pressed my lips to his. “Yes, sir.”
He relaxed into his pillows, a sleepy sigh escaping as I tiptoed out of the room.
Part of me wanted to fill a bucket of cold water and dunk my head in it. Because what right did I have to do such nasty things with such beautiful people like Baz and Gretel?
My mind told me this is how things should be.
Me in the kitchen, making breakfast, while they slept in bed together.
My mind even went so far as to tell me that if Baz decided to marry Gretel, that would be okay.
She might have started her life as a lowly servant, but it made complete sense that she ended up the wife of a gentleman, the lady of a manor.
“What are you thinking about?” Baz asked, clambering down the stairs.
I turned from the hearth to see him buttoning up his shirt. “What?”
He kissed my forehead. “The Manor keeps flicking the lights. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
Since he had mentioned it, Baz had openly talked more and more about how the Manor responded to me. “Every beck and call,” he’d sometimes say with a grin. I rolled my eyes each time, but I lovingly pressed my hand to the smooth wood or cold stone of the Manor, imbuing it with my thanks.
The Manor had sheltered me for a long time, but now it’d truly started to feel like my home. With the soft hint of magic wrapping around me and the way Gretel and Baz held me, I began to feel cherished.
Gretel tripped down the stairs. “Can we make cinnamon rolls for breakfast?”
Baz visibly brightened at the idea, but I scowled. “Have you not learned your lesson?”
A flush painted her cheeks, and I rolled my eyes.
“Porridge and fruit is so boring,” she moaned under her breath.
“It’s healthy,” I replied.
“Let’s eat outside,” Baz suggested.
“Really?” Gretel immediately jumped at the idea.
“But. . .” I glanced questioningly at him.
“I think it’ll be all right,” he said.
The side door opened on its own accord, and Gretel rushed out after grabbing a large blanket from the linen cupboard.
“Baz,” I said gently.
He pressed close enough that I could feel the heat of him against my back. “If anyone wanders over too closely, I’ll be able to hear it on the wind.”
He grabbed an apple and winked, following Gretel out. I blinked at him in wonder, not realizing just how skilled his magic was.
They had already started to corrupt me in so many ways because I filled a basket with fruit and bread and headed out to them.
Gretel gazed at the sun, sitting on the edge of the blanket. Baz settled behind me, bringing my back to his chest. We stayed under the tree, sunlight dappling through the branches.
“How are you feeling?” Baz asked, running a hand over my head.
Gretel said nothing, but I felt her curious stare.
“I am all right.” I cleared my throat. “And you?”
His chest vibrated as he laughed. “I think you know I’m all right. But I want to know how you feel? Really feel, fairy.”
The breeze drifted over me. Gretel tucked her knees to her chin as she waited for me to speak.
“It’s. . . it’s quite unconventional isn’t it,” I finally got out.
“But not wrong,” Baz said.
I agreed. “No, not wrong. . . just—” I peeked up at him. “How does it work?”
“I want us all to share a bed,” Gretel quickly interjected.
“But what if one of us gets mad?” I softly asked.
Baz held me tighter. “Then we talk it out.”
“No one can know,” I told them. “We still have to keep Gretel safe.” I turned in his arms. “Wait, why was Rufus here?”
Gretel paled.
“He’s invited me to dinner with him and his new wife.” He cast an apologetic look at Gretel. “I can push it off but I can’t decline. It’d cause too much gossip.”
“I understand,” Gretel said, but she curled up tighter.
I held out my hand, and she crawled across the blanket and fell into me. I wrapped my arm around her waist, her head leaning into my chest.
The three of us stayed like that, on the blanket under the tree, at our very own picnic.
“Have you noticed,” Baz said, stroking my hair, “how our pet needs lots of attention, fairy.”
Gretel couldn’t even hide her excitement.
“I need lots of attention too,” I reminded him.
“Oh, I know,” he said with a wicked smirk. “And I know no matter how much I tell you to stop dusting and sweeping you’ll still carry on with the housework.”
“I think you can find a way to reward me.”
Gretel’s eyes danced between us, her brows lifting at our conversation.
Baz laughed. “It’s up to us to take care of Gretel, isn’t it?”
The woman in question bit her lip.
I thought about Gretel’s punishment last night. How I spanked her ass. How easy the three of us worked together, Baz the one in charge, me the little helper, and Gretel our pliant pet.
The wind blew the trees, the birds chirping as butterflies erupted in my stomach.
“We take care of all of each other,” I told them, and as if to confirm it, they both leaned into me.