Chapter 16 #2
He pulled at his bindings again. “You play a dangerous game, little ducks.”
Gretel leaned down and placed a kiss on his thigh, hair tickling his cock as she did so. She popped back up, an impertinent grin on her face.
“Tonight isn’t about you,” she proudly declared to him. His jaw remained clenched, his muscles tight. He listened intently as Gretel spoke, but her next words weren’t for him. Angling her head, she whispered to me, “This is your chance to explore, Wystle. Look at him all you want. Touch him.”
My chest squeezed tight. Not just because of her words. Baz never took his eyes away from me.
“It’s okay,” she said into my ear. “He’s yours to do what you want.”
Baz strained against the ropes. “Tangwystle.”
The tone of voice he used was edged in darkness.
“Look at his cock,” Gretel whispered. “I know you’ve thought about it inside you. How big he is. How it will fill you up. Don’t you want him to fill you up, Wystle?”
I couldn’t nod. I couldn’t move.
“Think about how he’ll thrust into you. Over and over again. It feels so good.” Her last words held a painful, wanton edge to them. Like she was remembering something.
I didn’t want to keep wondering and waiting. I needed to know what he was like too.
“Touch him.” Gretel’s order was more like a plea. “See how hard he can get.”
His cock was already stiffening.
“If you want, we can just make him watch us,” Gretel said so softly, I thought I misheard her. “If. . . if you aren’t ready.”
I scooted closer in between Baz’s outstretched legs.
“Fairy,” Baz warned. “You realize she’s leading you down a very dangerous path.”
“And if I went down that path?” I hardly recognized my own voice. “Would I not encounter you on that very same road?"
I touched the dark patch of hair spreading from his groin. The light touch had his cock twitching and thickening.
“I’m going to explore you,” I told Baz, and this time noticed how hooded his eyes were. He struggled to keep his head up, and when my hand skimmed his thigh, his jaw spasmed. His muscles strained like he wanted to remain as still as possible.
It became my job to make sure he couldn’t pretend to be unaffected.
“Touch him,” Gretel urged. “Touch his cock, Wystle.”
My belly dipped again, and I pressed my thighs together. But I rose onto my knees, leaning forward.
With just one finger, I traced a vein along his cock. He hissed under his breath, but it had the effect I wanted.
“Being tied up does things to you, doesn’t it?” I asked, doing my best to act just like I had yesterday. Talking dirty to Gretel. “You like it when women tie you up against your will, don’t you?”
I ran that teasing finger over his cock again, enjoying his hips slightly rocking. I leaned down closer, inspecting the slightly flared crown of his cock.
“Look at what you’re doing to him,” Gretel murmured, also admiring him. “Put your hand all the way around him.”
She guided me, her delicate fingers over mine as she placed my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock.
“Up and down,” Gretel said, showing me how to move my hand. How to jerk him off. “Just like that. He’s being so good.”
She kissed his thigh, but I nudged her with my knee. I would be the one doing things to him.
She sat up and kissed my cheek to show she understood. Not that she would remain an innocent bystander.
“Do you want her mouth on you?” she cooed. Baz made a noise under his breath. “I know you’ve been thinking about her. I know that when you put your cock in my mouth you pretend it’s her.”
His eyes shuttered.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I love having her mouth on my cunt so I understand. She’s so good. She always takes care of me. I want you to know what it feels like too.”
My hand kept moving up and down. I tentatively squeezed harder. His hips bucked, noise catching in his throat again. I didn’t know if that meant he liked it or not, but Gretel spurred me on.
“Look at her working you up. You’re so desperate for her.
This whole time. How often do you wank yourself off, pretending like your hand is hers?
I bet you come hard wishing you were inside her.
I don’t know how you’ve done it, Baz. If I were in your position I would’ve thrown her over my knee the first day I met her. ”
Baz and I both listened as Gretel said all the things we’d been thinking and wondering about in the weeks before this truly started.
“I would’ve lifted her dress and torn her panties off,” Gretel said, without an ounce of shame or remorse.
She didn’t even blush. The words came, articulate and well thought out. How often had she thought about these fantasies?
“Could you imagine her in your lap, her smooth ass in your hands. How often did you think about it? Tangwystle is so good but I bet you tried to find ways to punish her. But she knows she’s not a naughty girl so she would fight back.
Her feet would kick in the air and that’s when you know you’d have to punish her. You’d slap her ass until it was red.”
Baz’s hips bucked, his stomach muscles rippled. The ropes went taught as he tried to pull.
“I know you’ve thought about your hand sneaking up her thighs. Wanting to know if good little Wystle went wet at her punishment. You know how good her pussy is. I mean at least your fingers do.”
My breath hitched when I met Baz’s eyes.
Everything between us went tight.
His fingers had been in my cunt. He’d explored my body and he’d tasted my cunt. But we’d yet to cross that final mark.
And without a doubt, as I worked my hand up and down his cock, I knew how desperate we both were.
“Look at how happy he is for you,” Gretel said to me. “He’s leaking.”
Wetness seeped from the tip of his cock.
“It’s okay,” Gretel whispered. “You can play with that too.”
It was so hot in the room that I wasn’t bothered if my face flushed from her words. Baz already knew she was helping me after all.
I smeared the wetness along his hard shaft, but Gretel lightly touched my shoulder so that my movements stilled.
“Do you want him to come in your mouth or your hands?” My lips parted, but I never directly answered. She explained, “He’s going to come if you keep working him like that. If you want him in your mouth, I’d do it now.”
Her expression was open and sincere. It should come as no surprise that I loved this hands-on, teaching side of Gretel. I was known for my love of all things practical after all.
I wanted to be a good student for both her and Baz.
“Try licking him,” Gretel suggested.
I lapped at the crown of his cock, his groans becoming background noise. My tongue ran up his cock. I shifted my head, picking a different spot and running my tongue against him.
“Press a kiss to him,” Gretel said, her fun side peeking out again.
I did as she said, pressing a kiss to his hard cock, and then Gretel ordered, “Now put him in your mouth.”
I didn’t let myself think, reverting to the submissive inside me when Baz controlled things. I wrapped my lips around his cock, but gagged when Baz’s hips bucked.
“Don’t do that,” Gretel said as sternly as she knew how. My eyes watered, and I didn’t look up, but I could hear the frown in her voice. “If you’re not nice to Tangwystle, then we won’t play anymore.”
I felt every straining muscle as he tried to remain still.
“It’s okay.” Gretel rubbed my back. “He’s going to be good for you now.”
With his thighs pinned to the floor, I tried to take control. But the truth was I didn’t know what I was doing.
Gretel coached me through it. “Loosen your jaw. Suck.”
I did as she said and found myself rewarded with a groan from Baz that shot straight to my own pussy.
“Use your tongue,” Gretel gently reminded. “And don’t forget your hands.”
Baz hissed when I wrapped my hand around his cock again, and I’m afraid I might have gone too hard. But he rocked his hips again, and I didn’t mind. My fingers started to play with the base of his cock, exploring.
Gretel gave me space, crawling up Baz’s chest. She lay beside him, curling into his side.
“Isn’t she so fucking good?” she cooed. I have no idea if Baz could even really understand. His hips jerked up and down, his shoulders straining as he tried to get free. To move in the way he wanted to.
“I’m so fucking wet,” Gretel said in his ear. “Watching her warm, wet mouth fuck your cock.”
And she did whimper a few times, even though I would’ve happily let her touch me. Play with me. My pussy needed something, anything. Her fingers, her mouth. Though truthfully, I really wanted Baz’s cock.
The need surged in me as I sucked his cock. Not meaning to, I swallowed, but Baz’s swift jerk of the hips told me he liked it, so I did it again.
“Fairy.” The pet name tore from Baz.
Gretel giggled. “He’s going to come, Wystle. If you’re not ready for it you can stop.”
Baz choked on a cry. “Do. Not. Stop.”
His cock hit the back of my throat as he jerked his hips.
He and I were in agreement, though. There was no stopping this. He came inside my mouth, and without thinking, I swallowed.
But if I thought I was triumphant, I was dead wrong.
Gretel made a sharp noise and scrambled away from Baz. I didn’t understand right away until Baz shifted under me.
He’d pulled free of the rope.
And anger was putting it lightly.
“Every drop,” Baz ordered as his hand tangled into my hair and he took back control.