Twyla grasped the leather strap of Bastian's belt and yanked. Nothing happened. Twyla growled. She put both hands into the task. She could feel Bastian's teasing gaze laughing at her.
"Did you seal this with magic or something?" she bit out through clenched teeth.
"No?"
"Is it like a chastity belt?"
"Isles no."
"ARGH," Twyla grumbled. The belt hadn't moved an inch through the buckle.
"Would you like a hand?" Bastian smirked.
"NO!"
"We do need to sleep at some point."
"You sleep?"
"Sometimes."
"Fine. Help me."
Bastian had the audacity to flick open the belt with one hand without even looking. "Should I do the button too…" he purred.
"Don't you dare," Twyla hissed. She yanked the material together and slid the button through the hole. His pants were considerably tighter now. His zip moved down willingly. She stopped. She realised that there was a problem. And it wasn't his enormous penis.
