14. Saskia

Chapter 14

Saskia

Back in the living room, I set another chair behind Casper, facing the opposite direction.

“What is going on, angel?”

“Sit down, Henry.” A power high surges through me when he does as he’s told. “Hands behind your back too.”

With a smile on his face, he presents them in the same way. I crouch to fasten his cuffs between the two chairs, looping them through Casper’s so their arms are connected.

“What the fuck is this?” Casper grunts when he discovers I’ve chained them to each other. Henry’s smile morphs into a scowl and I wonder if he might be rethinking this.

I dart upstairs, tugging off my clothes as I go. There’s a lot of underwear in my drawer, and I slip into new black lingerie before covering myself up with a silky robe.

Back downstairs, there’s one more thing I need from the box of treasures before my plan can really begin. I make a big show of sauntering past them and bending over in front of Casper while I take my time looking for it.

It’s surprisingly fun taunting him like this. Casper has only ever liked being told what to do when ultimately he’s still in control. Considering how much I enjoyed relinquishing control in the bedroom, we were a perfect fit in that sense. Though judging by the wet spot I can already feel in my underwear, I might enjoy being the one in control more than I thought.

He makes all sorts of approving noises when I bend further, fully aware that my robe is riding high, but not quite high enough for him to see underneath. Finally, I find what I’m looking for, just as I feel the hem of my robe being lifted. When I look over my shoulder, Casper is wearing a shit-eating grin, with one leg stretching out to nudge it up with his foot.

I round on him fast, gripping his jaw firmly. “Do that again and I’ll cuff your legs, too.”

His eyes are wild, the pulse in his neck visibly thumping. Looming over him, I rub my chest against his face before tying a black blindfold over his eyes. He’s like a dog, growling, snapping his teeth against my skin, but I’m not afraid of his bite. I might be a little afraid of the consequences of what I’m about to put him through, though.

Once I’m satisfied he can’t see anything, I squeeze the bulge in his pants hard. He whimpers, then groans when I release him, moving behind him to focus on Henry.

“Henry,” Casper says, his head thrashing as he tries to regain his vision. “Are you blindfolded?”

“No,” Henry answers, his chest rising and falling fast. “You blindfolded him? What’s going on?”

Loosening the belt, I let my robe drop to the floor and bend at the waist to rest my palms flat on Henry’s strong thighs. “He likes to watch, but let’s see how much he likes to listen.”

My tongue sweeps along Henry’s bottom lip, and he tips his head back, opening for me to kiss him deeply. Any plans to drag this out fall by the wayside when I climb into his lap, straddling him with my knees gripping his hips. My dining table chairs are made of solid oak, but they were designed for dining, not for two people fucking on them.

Henry’s erection is solid beneath me, and my hips roll instinctively while my hands cup his face and keep his mouth on mine.

“Take my dick out,” he moans, his own hips flexing up against me.

I lean back, arching my tits up towards his face. “Excuse me?”

“Take my dick out… please?”

“I didn’t say you could speak,” I tell him sternly, covering his mouth with my palm. “Don’t be so impatient. You’ll get what’s coming to you when I’m good and ready.”

I kiss him again, this time letting him take the lead. His tongue sweeps softly over mine, then firmly as he picks up the pace. His soft moans get deeper when I hitch myself higher into his lap. My nails dig into his shoulders, gripping him through his t-shirt and steadying myself. His kisses are dizzying and it would be easy to topple backwards while he’s unable to hold me in place.

“Tell me what you see,” Casper begs behind him, and Henry and I stop kissing, both holding back a laugh as I keep rocking my hips against him. Our silence drives Casper wild. “Fucking tell me what you see.”

Henry looks up at me with pleading eyes, and I can tell he wants to brag about what he has that Casper doesn’t.

“She’s in my lap, grinding into me.”

“Is she naked?”

“No. She took her robe off, but her underwear is still on.”

“Lace?” Casper asks, and Henry mumbles his answer while I stroke my chest with my hands, pushing my breasts together. “Fuck. Bite her nipples through the fabric. She loves the way that feels.”

Henry lifts one eyebrow as if to ask for clarification and I nod, cupping one breast and bringing it up to his mouth.

He spits on it and laps eagerly, smearing the wetness around my nipple, then blowing through the damp lace. The feeling is incredible, as is the rake of his teeth as he tugs it into his mouth. I feel the solid length of him throbbing against my soaked panties, jerking harder when he takes my other breast in his mouth and sucks long enough to mark me.

“Take it off, please?” he begs, and who am I to object? He’s not the man I want to punish here. I reach behind me, and it’s on the floor in seconds.

“What now?” Casper pleads, his cuffs rattling between them, but Henry’s eager mouth is too busy licking and nibbling to answer. “Is her clit swollen? It gets so swollen when she’s about to orgasm.”

I almost laugh, but until he said it, I hadn’t noticed how close I actually am. Apparently, he’s listening closely after all.

Henry looks down between us, and I tug my underwear to one side, dig the nails on my other hand into his shoulders, and lean back so he can see. “Yeah, she’s swollen. Fucking soaked, too.”

All my grinding has left a dark patch on his grey sweatpants, and that turns me on even more.

“I knew she would be,” Casper laughs. “I am the master of that pussy.”

“Not anymore, you’re not.” Henry leans forward, his mouth capturing mine in a brutal kiss that nearly sends me over the edge.

His teeth sink into my lip, holding me there, and I briefly regret tying his hands up because my body knows instinctively how hard he’d grip hold of me if he could. If he had his way, I’m sure Henry would have his pants down and his cock buried inside me in seconds.

“You think you can make her come as hard as I do?” Casper shouts, and I slow my pace. I definitely don’t want to come just yet.

“He’s very noisy, isn’t he?” I say to Henry. “Is he distracting you?”

“A little,” he nods, his conspiratorial smirk goading me on.

“I find that unacceptable.” I lace my words with condescension and lean in to speak close to both of their ears. “I don't want anything to distract me from the feeling of your cock filling me up. Why should I suffer just because he isn’t good at sharing his toys?”

I lift myself off of Henry and let my underwear shift back into place. I have to bite my lip when I look down, his sweatpants straining where his cock tries to break free.

Henry groans loudly and behind him, Casper jerks in his seat. “What is she doing? What’s happening?”

I saunter round to stand in front of Casper. He sniffs the air, listening eagerly for clues as to what's coming next, but I face away from him and bend over.

Slowly, I peel my underwear off, dragging them down my legs, wiggling my hips as I step out of them. It turns me on more than it should to torment him even while he can’t see anything.

Years ago, I blindfolded him in the bed upstairs, hopped up on top of him, and used the vibrating wand mere inches from his face. He was as feral then as he is now, but that was his idea, and he holds none of the power here.

Gripping his hair, I tug his head back and drop a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out for me,” I whisper.

He does as he’s told, and I wonder what he thinks he’s going to get a taste of. My tongue? A nipple? Judging by the way he thrashes from side to side, he certainly wasn’t expecting me to ball up my soaked underwear and shove them inside.

I lick a hot, wet stripe from his mouth to his ear, the same way he did to me last night. “Now be a good boy and let me fuck my man in peace.”