15. Saskia

Chapter 15

Saskia

In hindsight, I probably should have made Henry strip off before I handcuffed him to my ex-husband.

His tight-fitting t-shirt will have to stay on, but I manage to wiggle his trousers down over his hips and I'm delighted to find he's naked underneath.

Ignoring Casper's muffled frustrations, I pull them free, and toss them aside.

Henry’s eyes widen when I climb back into his lap, sliding myself back and forth along the thick length of his shaft. The swollen head nudges against my clit and the pressure is so perfect, I know I could come from just this.

Still, I need more.

“You are not allowed to come inside me. Do you understand?”

He's not allowed to come inside me, because I have other plans for it.

“I understand,” he nods.

“Good boy. I’m going to make myself come all over you, and you’re going to tell me if you get too close.”

When I lift up, his cock jerks upwards and sitting down on it feels like slipping into a warm bath. He’s the perfect size. Not so big it’s too much to handle, but enough to give me the stretch I’ve been so desperately craving.

There’ll be time for hard, frantic fucking later, I’m sure. Casper is probably formulating a payback plan at this very moment. For now, all I want is to come, and come hard.

“Open,” I tell Henry, slipping my fingers into his mouth to get them even wetter.

Locking my ankles around the legs of the chair, I wrap one arm around his shoulders and begin to work my clit in soft, sweeping circles. I really am swollen and aching, and despite his confinement, Henry still manages to thrust up into me, driving me even closer to the edge.

Our foreheads press together, eyes locked as white heat pools quickly in the pit of my stomach, then floods through the tops of my thighs. My fingers work faster, circles getting smaller and firmer as he whispers words of encouragement.

“I can feel that, you know?” I almost can’t hear him over the sound of Casper bitching and moaning through his gag, but Henry nudges my head to one side to get his mouth closer to my ear. “Your perfect pussy is gripping me so fucking tight. You’ve never looked hotter than you do right now. I want you to soak me.”

Their cuffs rattle, and I release my grip on Henry’s shoulder, reach further back, and cover Casper’s mouth with my palm. Pretending to ignore him is fun, but he is a part of this, too, and I don’t want him to be completely left out.

His head tips back against Henry's shoulder, and he softens, pressing kisses to my skin. Combined with Henry bucking up into me, it's enough to push me right to the brink. A few firm strokes and I’m gone, every muscle in my body convulsing as I ride out my orgasm in Henry’s lap.

“Holy fuck, Sass,” he moans. “You need to get off me.”

My legs are too shaky to stand, so I drop to my knees in front of him, my jaw hanging open at the sight of him jutting skyward, glistening from where I’ve drenched him. His cock looks angry and fit to burst, which makes me think I hopped off just in time.

This position always makes me feel submissive, but with him tied up, I have no option but to take control.

I spread my palms on the inside of his knees, pushing them out to the side so I can shuffle closer and lap up the mess I’ve made. I suck his balls into my mouth, then clean his length with my tongue, never looking away from his wide lust-filled eyes.

“Jesus Christ, who the fuck are you?” he says when I suck the tip between my lips, then push all the way down, nudging him against the back of my throat.

I like that a lot, the ecstasy spread across his face, the light sheen of sweat that coats his body, all lit up under the glow of the Christmas tree lights.

Casper has spent years encouraging me to tap into my sexual desires, and I can’t wait to explore those depths with Henry. He’s only just beginning to understand how good things can be between us.

Pulling back, I spit on his head and work it up and down with my fist while the other hand cups his balls, rolling and squeezing and gently tugging on them. Henry’s breath turns choppy, his eyes glazing over and I think scrambling this man’s brain might be my new hobby.

“Tell Casper what his whore wife is doing.”

I tilt my head to run my tongue all the way along one side, licking from the base to the tip and back down again while Casper stamps his feet like a child who’s had his toys taken away.

“Blow job,” Henry pants. “Really good one. Sucking the soul—”

I make an indecent show of swirling my tongue around the tip and sucking hard while jerking his shaft in smooth, rhythmic motions.

“Oh, fuck, Sass. That’s too good. I’m gonna—”

Henry’s chair wobbles from side to side, their cuffs rattling between them. I dig my nails into his thighs and briefly panic that he might wrench one of Casper’s arms out of its socket. The thought disappears when his body stiffens and I feel his hot, salty release fill my mouth.

I bob my head lower, wanting to make sure I get every last drop.

“Show me,” Henry pleads, and I open my mouth for him to see where it’s pooled on my tongue and filled the space beneath it. “Let me see you swallow it.”

I’m about to, when Casper moans desperately, and I have a feeling he’d rather like to see me with a mouth full of cum, too. Even more so when it’s not his own. The thought has my pussy throbbing all over again.

Closing my mouth, I shake my head slowly, rising to my feet and rounding the chairs. Yanking the blindfold off of Casper, I drop it on the floor and kneel before him.

He blinks rapidly, then lets out a keening sound as if it pains him to see me like this, stripped bare with a dark hickey rapidly blooming where Henry has sucked hard into the flesh of my breast.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. My plan was always to cuff him and blindfold him, to tease him up close to the action without being able to see what he was missing out on, but I can’t help myself. The darkest part of me wants him to see me like this. Wants him to see that another man has touched me, and that I’ve loved every second of it.

With my hands on his knees, I push them wide and scoot closer, just like I did with Henry. Except instead of freeing him from his sweats, I throw my head back until the ends of my hair graze the base of my spine.

Opening wide, I show him the load Henry just blew in my mouth, and he whimpers around his gag, rattling in the chair as if this time he’ll manage to break free.

I’ve spent so long aiming to please him that I briefly wonder what he wants me to do next, but I can’t ask with my mouth full, even if I wanted to. This is not about him anymore, so instead I do what I want and push my tongue to the edge of my lip, forcing it to spill over the edge.

Casper watches intently as it trickles down my chin, rivulets finding the path of least resistance and dripping down to my neck. I adjust the angle of my body so it carries down to my tits, gradually pushing more from my mouth.

Over Casper’s shoulder, Henry twists his head from side to side, desperate to see what he’s missing out on, and I pocket that power too. He may have been the one to fuck me, but this next part is a little treat for my ex-husband's eyes only.

I shuffle back a little until there’s space for me to spread my legs wider, while Henry’s cum keeps dripping from my lips. Casper tracks it as it runs through the channel between my breasts, down over my stomach. Some of it pools in my bellybutton, the rest soaking into the trimmed strip of hair beneath.

He looks disappointed, but I have a secret. There’s more where that came from.

Finally, I spit the last of Henry’s cum into my hand and, using the other one to prop myself up, I lift my hips as high as they’ll go. Wiggling my fingers, I let the creamy fluid drip onto my pink, aching flesh.

I used to think Casper’s breeding kink was just a dirty possessive streak until he confessed he secretly hoped his sperm would be so potent it would miraculously blast through my IUD and knock me up. I stopped letting him come inside me after that argument. To see another man’s seed painting over what was once his must be torture, but for me, it’s pure pleasure.

Before it drips to the floor, I gather it up and push it inside me. The moans that escape me aren’t even for show. It’s warm, and obscene, and I love it. I scoop up what I spilled onto my chest and push that inside, too.

With my underwear still in his mouth, Casper moans through the fabric, but I can see his breath quickening the way it usually does when he’s about to come. He had no relief from me last night, and unless he got off somewhere else in the house, I know he must be in agony.

His face twists, eyes squeezing shut, hips shaking, and from my spot between his knees I watch in awe as his cock twitches over and over against the strained fabric of his sweatpants. Casper is not average in any sense of the word, and I’m surprised he hasn’t burst through them at this point.

His eyes widen, then disappear into the back of his head, his stomach tightening as he unleashes one mighty roar from behind his gag.

Captivated, I watch spurt after spurt flood through the grey material, blooming into a dark, damp patch. It’s one of the filthiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Knowing I just brought a man to orgasm without even touching him is a rush, though of course I’d never tell him that.

“Oh dear,” I laugh, “What a mess you've made.”

Standing up, I grip his jaw, and my sticky fingers smear Henry’s cum across his cheek. His tongue darts out to taste it and suddenly I want nothing more than to see Casper with Henry’s cock in his mouth. I don’t even know if that’s something he wants. It’s never come up before, but neither has handcuffing two men to each other. This weekend is full of surprises, and I need a minute to myself to process it all.

I bend at the waist to press a kiss to his forehead.

“The keys are somewhere in the box. I'll leave you two to figure this out.”