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He presses one hand just beneath her belly-button, the other gripping her thigh in his large palm. I angle the toy upwards and pick up the pace.

“Oh fuck,” she moans. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

She does her best to breathe deeply and stay in control, but her moan soon shifts to a roar, then a whine, then a strangled cry as thepressure becomes too much to bear.

I pull the toy out just as she explodes, the spray of liquid soaking the front of my shirt.

Casper looks on in awe, then pushes me aside, dropping between her thighs to lap up what's left on her skin. I move to the top of the table and bend to kiss her, letting her control the pace as she rides one orgasm out and straight into another. Herbreath is ragged against my mouth, so I just press my cheek to hers while she comes down from her high.

“Shhh, baby, shhh,” I say, stroking her hair and adjusting her blindfold where it slipped a little. “You did so good.”

Casper strips out of his clothes, then comes up behind me, tugging the hem of my top up and over my head. His hand moves to unzip my jeans, but I stop him before he can push them off my hips.

“I want to keep her coming while we take turns using her mouth. Do you have anything that will do the job?”

Saskia whimpers, and he searches for more fun treats.

“I don’t know if it’s charged,” he says, just as the small egg-shaped vibrator buzzes to life in his hand. He cleans it off and pushes it inside her, making her back arch off the table. Her elbows shoot down to her sides, tearing the chains apart.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she yells, clearly panicking about our earlier threat. Honestly, I’m impressed she kept still all this time, but she’ll be well rewarded for it later.

“It’s OK. I think you’re ready for a new position, anyway. Casper, grab a cushion.”

Saskia hugs her arms around her body, visibly relieved at having her full range of movement back. I carefully tear the paper strips off her wrists, do the same for her ankles, then help her off the table and onto her knees.

“Blindfold stays on, OK?”

“OK. I… I…” she struggles, swallowing hard.

“Do you need to use your safe word, angel?” Casper asks.

“No! Definitely not. Just… some water, please?”

I fetch a glass from the kitchen and carefully tip some into her mouth, catching the spilled drops with my thumb. When she’s done, I down the rest.

“Thank you,” she pants, reaching behind her back to remove her bra. Though her tits have been exposed for a while now, it’sincredible to see her like this, kneeling and obedient, in nothing but a blindfold. She scoops her hair behind her shoulders, straightens her back and folds her hands in her lap.

“You know what I think this Christmas needs, Henry?” Casper says, his tone low and teasing. She can’t see it, but his grin is both wolfish and playful. He’s having a lot of fun, and so am I.

“What’s that now?” I ask, matching his energy.

“A little game of Guess Who?”

“Ah, a classic. You want to play Sass?” I ask, sweeping my thumb across her cheek as she nods. “Then be a good girl, open your mouth, and see if you can guess whose cock you're gagging on.”

Chapter 23

Henry

Casper goes first, andI have the pleasure of watching her spit on his cock, then making it disappear. It’s a mental image I’ll never forget, and I almost fall over while slipping out of my jeans because I can’t look away.

“Guess who?” he says, his head tipped back, a look of sheer bliss on his face.

It will be easy to place the owner based on the voice coming directly from above her, so I shift closer behind him, rest my chin on his shoulder and join in.

“Guess who?” we both say at the same time.

“Take the blindfold off,” she begs before he pushes deeper, making her gag a little.

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