Page 35 of One More Gift

“Yes, that’s it!” Henry says, and they high-five across the table like they got there themselves. “Vixen it is. You want out of here, you just say the word. We’ll wrap you in blankets and snuggle you between us on the sofa.”

“That sounds nice,” I moan, my arms already feeling a little tingly.

“It does sound nice, doesn’t it? And we can do that later anyway, but first we want to have a little fun with you. I want you all needy and desperate.”

“But Iamneedy and desperate.”

Henry adjusts the obvious bulge in the front of his jeans and clears his throat.

“What will it be, Saskia? Are you going to be a good girl for us and stay still, or are you going to keep acting like a horny little bitch?”

I knew from the way he went down on me the other night that he’s good with his mouth, but I didn’t know he’d be so good at dirty talk. I want more, and perhaps playing along is the best way to get it.

“Fine,” I sigh. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“That’s what I thought.” He strokes his fingertips down the length of my arm, eyes locked on mine as he flicks my nipple again. “I think we’ll blindfold you, too.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Everything tightens at the thought and I’d be tempted to tear right out of the chains if I didn’t know that Henry is a man of his word.

If he says he’s going to do something, he always follows through. The thought of him not touching me for the rest of the week is unbearable. I need him touching me now, constantly, every day until I die.

The box of toys Casper brought down yesterday is still nearby, and I angle my head to watch Henry rifle through it.

Holy shit.

They’re going to touch me while I’m blindfolded, and I won’t know who is who. This is the dirtiest, darkest fantasy I have. It’s buried so deep in my core, I’ve never told a soul, not even Casper.

But Henry knows. He just knows.

Once he finds what he’s looking for, he slips it over my face, adjusting the tension and plunging me into darkness. A few seconds later, I feel a soft kiss pressed against the inside of my thigh, teeth sinking into my flesh, then Henry’s wet tongue, soothing away the pain.

At least, I think it’s his tongue.

Chapter 21

Saskia

Time loses all meaningwhen you’re bound and blindfolded. Now and then I hear them whispering, conspiring. I hold my breath, willing my heartbeat to quieten so I can make out their words. Their plans for me.

Trying to follow along with the movie is pointless, and Casper and Henry take great delight in their silent teasing.

On the way to the kitchen, someone tickles the exposed inside of my thighs, then later someone else—or the same person, who knows?—drags their nails down them, hard enough I’m sure they’ve left a mark.

One of them pulls the cups of my bra down, but then I feel a mouth on each nipple, sucking so hard I almost rip the chains. If they kept it up, I could probably come from that alone. I whine when they release me too soon, working together to attach a clamp to one nipple, then the other.

"I hate you," I moan, and they suppress their laughs as they leave me again.

At one point, Henry makes microwave popcorn, and I can tell it’s him from the way he hums to himself in the kitchen. Thewarm, buttery smell fills the cottage and my stomach rumbles even though I ate a decent breakfast. Just when I think he’s about to head back to the sofa, I sense him pause at the foot of the table.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, and I open wide, just in time for a piece of popcorn to bounce off my forehead. “Oh dear, better luck next time, sweetheart.”

I’m about to snap back with some bitchy retort when suddenly his voice is close to my ear, his breath tickling my cheek.

“I’d have eaten your cunt if you’d caught that.”

He licks my mouth, dragging his warm tongue across the seam of my lips, pulling away before I can kiss him back. I suck at my lips, one at a time, desperate for the salty taste of him. Anything to tide me over while I ride out their torture.

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