Page 20 of One More Gift
“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 nothimI’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 thatwould 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.