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We have the most beautiful woman on earth tied up for our pleasure, and he wants to watching a fucking action film?
“Why?”
“Because it’s a great Christmas movie,” he shrugs.
“It is not a Christmas movie,” Saskia laughs. “And don’t be ridiculous. You need to teach me my lesson. Isn’t that your plan?”
He tuts loudly and delivers a sudden spank between her legs that has both her and me gasping.
“I don’t think you get what you want today.”
He walks over to the sofa, picks up the remote, and props his feet up on the coffee table.
“You can’t leave me here like this!” Saskia yells, her eyes pleading with me.
I'm frozen to the spot, unsure of what to do. Normally, I would never leave her tied up somewhere. It's not safe, or responsible, but these are paper chains, for fuck's sake. We all know she's not really restrained right now.
“You can get up whenever you like, angel,” I reassure her.
“She could,” Henry says. “But she won’t. Sit down, Casper.”
Why does everyone in this house keep telling me to sit down?
“What happens if I get up?” she asks, lifting her head to look at him. I follow her gaze across the room, and Henry twists to stareat me, his eyebrows lifting just a fraction. Our agreement may be unspoken, but I know we’re on the same page here. Saskia must pay, and the price is her pleasure.
“If you break those chains, I’ll bend you over and spank you until you’re wearing nothing but my handprint,” I tell her.
Her laughter fills the air, but I see goosebumps prickling on her arms. I’ve had her bent over this very table several times and she’s always thoroughly enjoyed herself.
“Oh, how awful,” she says sarcastically. “I would absolutely hate that.”
“That’s not what I have in mind,” Henry says, remote in hand, his voice filled with menace.
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“Hang on, I’m just finding somewhere to watch the movie.”
Saskia and I wait with bated breath, her chest rising and falling, while he finds what he’s looking for.
“A-ha!” he says, loading it up, then pressing pause.
He sets the remote down and returns to my side to trace one fingertip slowly from the inside of her thigh, up over the curve of her belly. Saskia writhes and twitches underneath his touch, her body responding everywhere he goes. Up and up, he continues, kicking chairs aside as he stalks his way around the table.
He strokes between her beautiful breasts, sliding up the long slope of her neck and past her chin. When he reaches her lips, she darts her tongue out to catch a taste of his flesh, and he squeezes her face, forcing her to look up at him.
“If you break those chains, I won’t touch you. And I won’t let Casper touch you, either.” I watch the toned muscles of her thighs twitch at his words. “You’ll spend the rest of this trip naked and aching, and we’ll never let you come.”
Watching him tease her like this is hypnotic, and I think perhaps Henry didn’t need my lessons after all.
“You wouldn’t,” she whimpers.
“Try me,” he says.
Chapter 20
Saskia
It would take noeffort to shred the paper chains they've carefully fastened around my limbs. It will, however, take great effort to make sure they stay intact so I don’t break their silly little rule. There’s enough give to move a little, but I’d have more range of movement if they took me to bed with the cuffs we have in our toy box.