Cinderella. Cinderella’s mouth opened in a silent scream and her eyes widened like saucers. Her clenched fists slammed onto Tate’s lean shoulder blades and her toes splayed in the air. Tate froze in his sunken position with his face tipped to the ceiling and the tendons on his neck rigid. ‘This is terrible,’ Rapunzel cried, shaking her head in despair. ‘Prince Charming will be able to tell, I know he will.’
‘I can assure you he’ll notice nothing out of the ordinary tomorrow night,’ Beast said his voice smooth as velvet.
‘Of course he will, this is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.’
Tate was beginning to rock now, making Cinderella’s breasts jig with each movement. Rapunzel watched as he released her legs from the crooks of his arms and positioned his hands on either side of her head. Cinderella clamped her calves around his back, locking her ankles over one another. Eyes still wide but mouth slack, she reached up and pulled him down, their chest pressed together and they became a tangle of naked limbs in the flickering firelight.
Rapunzel tried to pull her wrists from Beast’s grip but he held her firm and pressed his stubbled chin to her temple. ‘Look closer,’ he said.
‘No. Why?’
‘Because he’s not fucking her pussy.’
Rapunzel gasped as she noticed the tipped angle of Cinderella’s hips against Tate’s. ‘Oh my goodness,’ she said ‘He’s ... in her ... up her ... you mean, for her first time ... That’s a bit harsh.’
Beast chuckled. ‘Well, I did say there were other ways to become experienced, and let’s face it, if she’s enjoying herself as much as she looks like she is, then she’ll cope just fine with her rampant new husband tomorrow night.’
Rapunzel unclenched her fists. He was right; if Cinderella was enjoying Tate’s back entrance attentions then she would be more than capable of handling Prince Charming’s lusty ways.
‘Now,’ Beast said, releasing her wrists and pulling the curtains shut. ‘Let’s get down to business – our business.’
Part Four
RAPUNZEL TURNED. Her eyes came level with the top of Beast’s chest. The nipple clamps were heavy as they touched the wool of his jumper and the combination of hard and soft created a shudder of need that shivered right down to her thighs.
Beast unclipped the lead and dropped it to the floor. He smoothed his hands up her neck until he was cupping her jaw. His eyelids dropped and he looked at her mouth like he wanted to actually eat her. He swept the pad of his thumb over her parted lips and she felt them stretched to the side, then his head lowered and the gentle pressure of his soft mouth hit down on hers.
He continued to embrace her face as the tip of his tongue peeked into her mouth. She opened up and delighted in his oaked, whisky taste. His fingers slid over her ears and into her hair and he cradled the back of her skull with one big palm as he dropped the other hand to her back and squeezed her closer. His erection prodded her stomach and she let out an involuntary groan which he caught in his mouth and mixed with his own deep moan of want.
He turned up the heat, their teeth touched briefly and then his tongue swept right in, exploring, probing, dancing with hers. Her nipples tightened further, blood raged to her nerve endings as the metal work snagged on the fibres of his top. Her greedy hands drifted up the wide, bulbous muscles of his arms, onto his shoulders and then took a path down towards his erection. She needed him, she wanted him so badly. She couldn’t wait another minute
‘Hey.’ He broke their kiss and grabbed her wrists again, fastening his fingers tight around her slender bones. ‘Remember, I’m calling the shots around here, not you.’
‘Yes, I know but ...’ She jerked her hands, aiming for the button on his trousers. ‘Let’s just ...’
‘No,’ he said, stepping away. He narrowed his eyes and flattened his mouth. ‘I can see you’re in
‘I can assure you he’ll notice nothing out of the ordinary tomorrow night,’ Beast said his voice smooth as velvet.
‘Of course he will, this is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.’
Tate was beginning to rock now, making Cinderella’s breasts jig with each movement. Rapunzel watched as he released her legs from the crooks of his arms and positioned his hands on either side of her head. Cinderella clamped her calves around his back, locking her ankles over one another. Eyes still wide but mouth slack, she reached up and pulled him down, their chest pressed together and they became a tangle of naked limbs in the flickering firelight.
Rapunzel tried to pull her wrists from Beast’s grip but he held her firm and pressed his stubbled chin to her temple. ‘Look closer,’ he said.
‘No. Why?’
‘Because he’s not fucking her pussy.’
Rapunzel gasped as she noticed the tipped angle of Cinderella’s hips against Tate’s. ‘Oh my goodness,’ she said ‘He’s ... in her ... up her ... you mean, for her first time ... That’s a bit harsh.’
Beast chuckled. ‘Well, I did say there were other ways to become experienced, and let’s face it, if she’s enjoying herself as much as she looks like she is, then she’ll cope just fine with her rampant new husband tomorrow night.’
Rapunzel unclenched her fists. He was right; if Cinderella was enjoying Tate’s back entrance attentions then she would be more than capable of handling Prince Charming’s lusty ways.
‘Now,’ Beast said, releasing her wrists and pulling the curtains shut. ‘Let’s get down to business – our business.’
Part Four
RAPUNZEL TURNED. Her eyes came level with the top of Beast’s chest. The nipple clamps were heavy as they touched the wool of his jumper and the combination of hard and soft created a shudder of need that shivered right down to her thighs.
Beast unclipped the lead and dropped it to the floor. He smoothed his hands up her neck until he was cupping her jaw. His eyelids dropped and he looked at her mouth like he wanted to actually eat her. He swept the pad of his thumb over her parted lips and she felt them stretched to the side, then his head lowered and the gentle pressure of his soft mouth hit down on hers.
He continued to embrace her face as the tip of his tongue peeked into her mouth. She opened up and delighted in his oaked, whisky taste. His fingers slid over her ears and into her hair and he cradled the back of her skull with one big palm as he dropped the other hand to her back and squeezed her closer. His erection prodded her stomach and she let out an involuntary groan which he caught in his mouth and mixed with his own deep moan of want.
He turned up the heat, their teeth touched briefly and then his tongue swept right in, exploring, probing, dancing with hers. Her nipples tightened further, blood raged to her nerve endings as the metal work snagged on the fibres of his top. Her greedy hands drifted up the wide, bulbous muscles of his arms, onto his shoulders and then took a path down towards his erection. She needed him, she wanted him so badly. She couldn’t wait another minute
‘Hey.’ He broke their kiss and grabbed her wrists again, fastening his fingers tight around her slender bones. ‘Remember, I’m calling the shots around here, not you.’
‘Yes, I know but ...’ She jerked her hands, aiming for the button on his trousers. ‘Let’s just ...’
‘No,’ he said, stepping away. He narrowed his eyes and flattened his mouth. ‘I can see you’re in
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