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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.”
Chapter 14
Saskia
Back in the livingroom, 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, straddlinghim 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?”