Hello, Hansel, he said, pinching one nipple.
She swore she saw him grin even though she knew that was impossible, given the slit in the iron mask that exposed his mouth was too small. But it wasn’t too small for his tongue to fit through it.
He pulled her to him. That hard, cold, unforgiving metal rammed against her chest.
Gretel, he murmured, grazing her other nipple with his hot breath. And then something wet teased it with a light lick.
His tongue.
She leaned into him, wanting him to take more as shivers rippled through her body. The hard edge of his teethnippedgently before biting hard, and a groan escaped her lips.
He pulled back, placing his hands at her hips. These are in the way, he said, slipping his fingers under the elastic band of her panties and sliding them down her thighs.
His silky skin made her sigh until she felt the rough edge of those callouses scrape like the edge of a knife.
How did you get callouses?
From doing things.
What things?
Step out of those panties, spread your legs, and I’ll show you.
She looked down. Her panties were around her ankles. She did as she was told.
One hand slid up her inner thigh and then she felt a finger glide along her slick pussy.
She shuddered.
Hmmm … tell me you’ve been thinking of me, Ceci.
The finger slipped in between the folds of her wet vagina.
And if I don’t? Her voice trembled. If I wasn’t?
That finger stoppedjust shy ofher clit.
Are you telling me you were thinking of someone else?
She shook her head.
Good, he said, slipping one finger inside her. Because if you were thinking of someone else, anything else, I would be very angry. Now come here.
Come here? What did he mean? She was already—she gasped, rocking forward, as he curved his finger, a sudden jolt of electric fire simmering beneath her skin.
He pulled out. You’re dripping, Ceci. Two fingers slid in. I said, come here.
He did it again, crooking his fingers, beckoning her.
Her entire body began to tremble.
The two fingers slipped out.
Fuck you’re wet, he said, staring at his drenched fingers. The mask tilted up and those blazing coals made her flinch. I like that. But don’t make me ask you a third time, he said, inserting three fingers, pushing up and in.
She cried out, as he curled those fingers, and flicked them again and again.
She swore she could see his teasing grin under that iron.
