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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 hethrashes 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.”
Chapter 15
Saskia
In hindsight, I probablyshould 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.”