13. Saskia

Chapter 13

Saskia

I know for a fact the box in Casper’s hands is full of things Henry and I are nowhere near exploring together. This week was supposed to be about us having a fresh start, not fucking in front of my ex and passing the time using the thousands of pounds worth of sex toys we kept here.

That couldn’t be further from the experiences Henry and I have previously shared. That night, all those years ago, was everything a woman could want for her first time. Slow, safe, romantic even. He tidied his college dorm room, lit candles, and picked music. He dressed up a little and was so handsome, even though he was still figuring out who he was. We both were back then.

We’ve obviously got a stronger sense of ourselves now, and of our sexual needs.

“Ah, there you are, my old friends,” Casper says, faking a double-cheek kiss on what, from the corner of my eye, appears to be a pair of nipple clamps. “I’ve missed you.”

Henry and I steal glances at each other, trying not to laugh as we continue to ignore Casper’s teasing.

“Ooh, handcuffs,” he says, spinning them around one finger. “We’ve had a lot of fun with these, haven’t we, angel?”

Henry’s eyes flare, and I can’t tell if he’s picturing himself using them with me, or me using them with Casper.

“Maybe we should handcuff our guest and make him watch us fuck,” Casper laughs, tossing them back into the box.

My gaze glances down to where Henry’s cock visibly twitches beneath his sweatpants, and suddenly a little cuff-play is all I can think about. Except, under these circumstances, it’s not him I’d want to restrain.

Casper and I talked often about playing with other people but never followed through on our fantasies. My taste for exhibitionism has only ever gone as far as him watching me. We always liked the idea of him seeing me with another man, and he orchestrated that with perfection last night.

Even if he didn’t quite give me everything I was hoping for, Casper clearly came here with an agenda, and he’s not getting to play on his terms twice.

I down my Champagne and get up from the sofa, snatching the box from Casper’s hands and dropping it onto the dining table.

I pull a chair into the middle of the room and point at it. “Sit down.”

“Oooh, I love it when she gets bossy,” he says to Henry, rubbing his palms together.

“Now,” I snap.

He takes a seat and pats his thigh expectantly. I ignore him and root in the box until I find what I’m looking for. A pair of black handcuffs that have been well used over the years.

“Hands behind you,” I tell him. He reaches back, presenting his thick wrists to me. Bending, I fasten them together, not too tightly, but enough that he won’t be able to escape.

Casper was the more naturally dominant partner during our time together, with a knack for honing in on the exact things that would tip me over the edge. Occasionally he’d lean into a more submissive role, but it was never long before he’d put me back in my place.

Tomorrow the snow will melt, and he’ll head back to London. This might be the perfect way to end things, on a high, with me in the driving seat.

“I’ve had enough of your shit,” I bark at him, and he twists his head to look at me. “You thought you could come here and act like you’re in charge? You don’t have that power over me anymore, Casper.”

“I’ll give you all the power, baby. Any time you like,” he teases.

Grabbing Henry’s hand, I pull him up from the sofa and lead him through to the kitchen for a private word.

“Where are you going?” Casper yells. “Don’t leave me here like this.”

He rattles a little in the chair, but I know it’s all for show. He’ll be rattling more in a few minutes. I poke my head around the corner and throw him my sweetest smile. “We’ll be right back.”

“What are you up to, naughty girl?” Henry says, hauling me back into the kitchen and out of Casper’s sight.

“I want to get him back for what he put us through last night,” I whisper. “Are you game?”

A look of panic flashes across his face. “I thought you said you enjoyed last night?”

“I did,” I say, sliding my hands up his chest until they settle on his shoulders. His skin is so warm, I want to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. “I promise I did, but I don’t like him lording it over us. He knew we would be here.”

“What? How?”

“He brought me a gift. And he gave himself away when he mentioned my test results last night. I forgot he has access to my email and my calendar. He would have been able to see my appointments, your flight times.”

“Our messages?”

He looks shocked, and though there’s been nothing explicit between us, it thrills me to know he thinks our recent exchanges are scandal worthy.

I suppose they would be, if I were a happily married woman with a husband sleeping by her side, but that hasn’t been my reality for a while now. Our messages have always been vaguely overfamiliar, but recently we’ve been more direct in our flirting.

I cup his face and shake my head. “No, he doesn’t have access to those. Though he clearly had some idea of what was about to happen between us.”

“Because we’re inevitable, right?” His arms wrap around my waist, tugging me against him, and my heart soars. 'Inevitable' is how I’ve been thinking of him, too.

“We are. So I think it’s about time I showed him he’s not the boss of me anymore.”

“What did you have in mind?”

I bite my lip and consider my words before deciding that telling him might spoil the fun for all of us. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course, completely.”

“You’ll tell me if I push it too far?”

His eyes flare and the corner of his mouth lifts into a devious smile. “What are you planning, you little minx?”

“We haven’t got time to talk, Henry. Are you willing to let me take control?” I tip my head up, ghosting my lips over his as I cup him between the legs. I feel his cock, already hard beneath his sweatpants, twitch against my wrist. “I’ll take that as a yes.”