Chapter 23
twenty-three
The carriage ride was quiet. I realized then, I’d never been in one of the Blackwell carriages. I can remember the clop of the horses’ hoofs as they pulled us along the cobblestone streets.
My gaze stayed tilted toward the window. I could feel Baz and Gretel staring at me, but I couldn’t yet handle looking at them.
But as the carriage pulled up the slope toward Blackwell Manor, I knew I’d have to face them.
And when I saw the Manor—my home—I couldn’t deny the quake of emotion breaking my chest. Relief and hope, and some garbled up sense of anger and sadness, thanks to the last few days.
I’d done everything to ensure our masquerade ball would go off without a hitch. Disappointment crushed me, though, we should have been celebrating.
We had survived.
Gretel would never be forced back to Rufus Clinemell.
Baz’s reputation had surprisingly stayed intact.
I would get to live out my days at Blackwell Manor with Baz and Gretel so long as we all still wanted it that way.
“Fairy?” Baz prompted. The carriage had stopped moving some minutes ago.
I opened the door, slipping out to the ground. My boots crunched against the gravel. I’m not sure why we didn’t pull around to the back. Even on my first day at Blackwell Manor, I used the side door.
But that day, for the very first time, I used the massive front door. I turned my thoughts away from the memory of Baz showing up here.
Looking back, I think I feared examining my own thoughts and memories too much.
I needed room from what had just happened.
From the fear of being taken away from Baz and Gretel.
Mrs. Clinemell’s interactions. And the breezy laughter of the councilmen when they thought my worst nightmare was nothing but a bit of humor.
“Fairy,” Baz tried again as we all stepped into the great foyer.
Decorations still hung. I burst into tears.
“We tried to clean!” Gretel swore. She stood so close to me I could feel the heat of her at my back. “It’s simply some of the bigger stuff we didn’t have the time to properly deal with. And I promise you won’t have to deal with it all.”
It was true that the tables, chairs, and platters of food were all gone. But the stars continued to swirl up above us.
“Tangwystle,” Baz murmured. He placed his hands on my shoulders. My head dipped to his chest before another wave of sobs broke.
I pushed him back and noticed how his jaw clenched. I could tell he hurt just as much as I did, but that only angered me.
“I told you both to be careful!” My voice echoed in the hall. Gretel didn’t move. She’d seen me annoyed plenty of times, but never like this.
“I know,” Baz said quietly. A tiny apology.
“Wystle. . .” Gretel’s brow pinched like my tears might cause her own.
“No!” I told her. Ordered her. I did not want words. I needed something else.
Baz understood. “Would punishing us for disobeying help?”
Gretel’s lips parted, and so did mine. It was inconceivable in some ways. I had helped him discipline Gretel at times, but he offered me something so rare.
It wasn’t in Baz to submit. We might have drugged him once. But we knew we had played with fire and, better yet, wanted the consequences.
I knew then that Baz truly hurt. All three of us had experienced panic and pain last night. But Baz truly felt horrible if he willingly offered me the chance to take out my fury on him.
I realized all of this at once, yet couldn’t properly examine it in the moment. I took what I wanted, thanks to the adrenaline of the day and the swirl of emotions.
Without another word, I turned on my heel and headed up the stairs. Baz and Gretel followed.
Our bedroom door opened before I could turn the handle.
The day before had held a festive air when Gretel and I got ready for the ball. We’d had no idea how easily things would be pulled apart.
But now we were back together again.
A chair scraped against the floor. Thanks to a burst of power from the Manor, it landed in the middle of the room.
I pulled Baz toward it, the man landing roughly in the seat.
A spark of anticipation caused my belly to line with desire. Baz’s dark blue eyes never left me. The planes of his face appeared harder. His shoulders tensed as he took a deep breath and accepted his fate.
“I told you to be careful, but you never fucking listen,” I said. Gretel made a noise, and I snapped over my shoulder, “Naked. Now.”
She scurried to fulfill the request. Her dress ended up crumpled on the floor, and for once I didn’t care.
Baz vibrated as I leaned in closer, standing over him as he sat. I placed both his hands on the arms of the chair.
“Be a good girl and get some rope,” I told Gretel. She darted to the wardrobe, and I rolled my eyes. Of course, she kept some close. “Tie Baz’s hands to the chair.”
She hesitated, her eyes wavering as she looked at Baz. He nodded.
Carefully, she tied his hands, and then I told her to pull his trousers down. It left him in his button-down shirt, his cock already starting to thicken.
I whispered into his ear, my chest nearly in his face. “Your punishment is to watch.”
His breath caught. His jaw clenched, but he stayed resolute while I backed away.
“Wystle. . .” Gretel murmured.
“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.
“Wystle!” Gretel gasped, rocking her hips into mine.
I ground my pussy against hers. I wasn’t nice about it. Our groins smacked together hard, our arousal creating noises as I rubbed our bodies together. My palms found her perfect tits, and I squeezed.
“Wystle,” Gretel breathed. “I-I. . .”
“I know,” I said, taking her hand and placing it on my breast, forcing her to rub my nipple. I rocked our bodies together, and she cried out, her back arching.
Slowly, I leaned down, and before I kissed her again, I said, “I love you too.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Baz cried out.
I laughed, and while Gretel might have been high from multiple orgasms, she gasped at how I treated Baz.
“Don’t be mean,” she said.
I laughed some more, drawing her arousal to a part of her body I’d yet to explore.
Her lips popped open, and I forced a finger into her ass.
“W-Wystle!”
“Is this mean?” I asked. At first, my finger could only go to the first knuckle. “Be a sweet girl for me and open up.”
She rocked on the bed, but I kissed her nose. Slowly, she calmed, and I pushed further into her.
“I’m just helping Baz,” I told her, “get you ready. Don’t you want his cock in your ass?”
Her breath hitched, but she nodded. I added another finger.
“You want Baz to fuck you?” I asked, teasing her. She nodded. “I want Baz to fuck me too.”
It was all he needed. The ropes disintegrated, and the chair almost clattered to the floor, he stood up so fast.
Gretel cried out under my ministrations, and Baz’s shirt joined the other crumpled clothes on the ground.