22. Henry

Chapter 22

Henry

This is the best Christmas ever.

My beautiful woman is squirming on my tongue, gasping for breath, and utterly helpless to do anything about it. While I fuck her with my tongue, my palms keep her hips pinned, and Casper watches me from the head of the table, practically drooling.

He leans over her, removing the clamps from her nipples and sucking each into his mouth while she muffles her moans against his chest.

“Can I come?” she begs.

“Any time you like,” I tell her, and she goes off like a rocket before I even wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard. Pressed to the table, all she can do is jerk against my mouth as she falls apart, hips twisting and convulsing as I keep it up.

I pull away, panting for breath, and slide two fingers inside her.

“Can she squirt?” I ask Casper, and his eyes light up.

“Oh yes, she can. Question is, can she do it without breaking her chains?”

“Why don’t we find out?”

Curling them upwards, I rock my hand in and out of her in a coaxing motion.

“More,” she whines.

“More fingers? I might need a helping hand, Casper.”

He rounds the table, joining me to push two of his own inside her. My jaw drops at the sight of us both stretching her open. It’s insanely hot, but she’s so wet our soaked fingers can’t find the right rhythm and we keep pushing each other out.

Casper grabs my wrist, brings my fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. My cock throbs at the sight of him swallowing the taste of her. Of us.

“We have a glass dildo that always gets her there,” he says.

“Get it. Now.”

He lifts the box onto the table and quickly finds what he’s looking for, cleaning it off with a hygiene wipe. It’s long and clear, with a bulbous tip that looks so pretty as I work it inside her.

“That feel good, Sass? You doing OK?”

“So good. Don’t stop.”

“Casper, I think you might need to hold her down for this.”

He presses one hand just beneath her belly-button, the other gripping her thigh in his large palm. I angle the toy upwards and pick up the pace.

“Oh fuck,” she moans. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

She does her best to breathe deeply and stay in control, but her moan soon shifts to a roar, then a whine, then a strangled cry as thepressure becomes too much to bear.

I pull the toy out just as she explodes, the spray of liquid soaking the front of my shirt.

Casper looks on in awe, then pushes me aside, dropping between her thighs to lap up what's left on her skin. I move to the top of the table and bend to kiss her, letting her control the pace as she rides one orgasm out and straight into another. Her breath is ragged against my mouth, so I just press my cheek to hers while she comes down from her high.

“Shhh, baby, shhh,” I say, stroking her hair and adjusting her blindfold where it slipped a little. “You did so good.”

Casper strips out of his clothes, then comes up behind me, tugging the hem of my top up and over my head. His hand moves to unzip my jeans, but I stop him before he can push them off my hips.

“I want to keep her coming while we take turns using her mouth. Do you have anything that will do the job?”

Saskia whimpers, and he searches for more fun treats.

“I don’t know if it’s charged,” he says, just as the small egg-shaped vibrator buzzes to life in his hand. He cleans it off and pushes it inside her, making her back arch off the table. Her elbows shoot down to her sides, tearing the chains apart.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she yells, clearly panicking about our earlier threat. Honestly, I’m impressed she kept still all this time, but she’ll be well rewarded for it later.

“It’s OK. I think you’re ready for a new position, anyway. Casper, grab a cushion.”

Saskia hugs her arms around her body, visibly relieved at having her full range of movement back. I carefully tear the paper strips off her wrists, do the same for her ankles, then help her off the table and onto her knees.

“Blindfold stays on, OK?”

“OK. I… I…” she struggles, swallowing hard.

“Do you need to use your safe word, angel?” Casper asks.

“No! Definitely not. Just… some water, please?”

I fetch a glass from the kitchen and carefully tip some into her mouth, catching the spilled drops with my thumb. When she’s done, I down the rest.

“Thank you,” she pants, reaching behind her back to remove her bra. Though her tits have been exposed for a while now, it’s incredible to see her like this, kneeling and obedient, in nothing but a blindfold. She scoops her hair behind her shoulders, straightens her back and folds her hands in her lap.

“You know what I think this Christmas needs, Henry?” Casper says, his tone low and teasing. She can’t see it, but his grin is both wolfish and playful. He’s having a lot of fun, and so am I.

“What’s that now?” I ask, matching his energy.

“A little game of Guess Who?”

“Ah, a classic. You want to play Sass?” I ask, sweeping my thumb across her cheek as she nods. “Then be a good girl, open your mouth, and see if you can guess whose cock you're gagging on.”