Page 37 of One More Gift

“Now then,” Henry muses. “I can't decide whether to deny her orgasms or give her so many it makes her cry.”

A ragged sob escapes me. “You've been denying me for the full length of a movie. If you keep this up, I’ll cry anyway.”

“What’ll it be, Casper?” Henry asks.

“Well,” he sighs. “As much as I like the idea of making her wait, our time here is limited. It would be a shame for us to not make the most of it.”

“Hmm, great point.” His fingers tug the elastic on my underwear, snapping it against my skin. “We should have taken these off because we put your chains on. I’ll have to cut them off.”

“No, you just gave them to me!” I protest.

“I’ll buy you another pair.”

His footsteps retreat, and I hear the kitchen drawer open and close before thesnip-snipof the sides being cut. He yanks them out from underneath me, tossing them aside. He drops to the floor, and I feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over my aching flesh, his tongue sweeping through me, and behind my blindfold, I see stars.

Chapter 22

Henry

This is the bestChristmas 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.”