Page 4 of Spicing It Up

“Er, no. Dessert is cheesecake.” Cassandra smiled and reached for the corkscrew.

“Mmm, I can smell ginger too,” James said. “Nice.”

“White okay?” Cassandra asked, pulling the cork on a bottle of chardonnay. White was Sarah’s favorite.

“Lovely,” Sarah said. “Oh, there’s the ginger.” She pointed to the windowsill behind James.

“Oh yes,” he said, turning. “That’s what I can smell.”

As Cassandra poured Sarah’s glass of wine, James picked up the carefully carved root.

He held it aloft and studied it. But he didn’t hold it from the base, he held it from the tip, the insertion end.

Cassandra felt her stomach tense, her chest tighten. Fuck. Would he recognize the shape? No, surely not. He was holding it inverted, upside down.

But she had no idea what Sarah and James were into. She’d worked with Sarah for the last year and they got on well… But not well enough to divulge sexual preferences and kinks. Maybe an upside-down butt plug shape would be easily identifiable, maybe…

“Love, I think that will keep Sarah going for now.” Sir was behind her, holding her arm and stopping the flow of wine.

Cassandra glanced at the crystal wine glass. It was a hair’s breadth away from overflowing.

“Whoops.” She passed the wine to Sir, grateful that he’d saved her from making a mess.

“Here you are, Sarah,” he said, passing the full glass her way. “How are you?”

“Very well, Raif,” Sarah said, offering her cheek for a kiss.

Cassandra watched as her Master gave Sarah a polite peck. She didn’t like it. Not one bit.

His lips were hers, every bit as much as hers were his. But it wouldn’t do to harbor those thoughts. That was the kind of thing that festered and he’d told her not to let jealousy raise its head in their relationship, there was no need or room for it.

She turned away, only to be greeted once more with the sight of James studying the ginger root.

James frowned, glanced at her then at Raif.

Has he guessed?

“Apparently, ginger is very easy to grow in the garden,” Sir said, taking the root from James and setting it back on the saucer. “And it’s planted peeled.”

“Really?” Sarah said, taking a careful sip of wine. “How interesting. I never would have guessed.”

Sir smiled at her. “Yes. I thought I’d give it a try and see how it goes.”

Cassandra fidgeted with hair and her ass clenched at the thought of where it was going to get planted later.

“Look,” Cassandra said, “Sarah and James brought rioja.” She passed Sir the bottle, which had wire netting over it.

“Thanks,” Sir said, smiling at James. “This will go perfectly with steak.”

Chapter Two

Cassandra watched Sir pour himself a glass of red wine. He then poured white for her. “Shall we?” he said, indicating the dining room.

“I’ll bring the starters.” Cassandra picked up two of the prawn cocktails.

“Let me help.” Sarah did the same.

James and Sir carried the drinks, and they all wandered into the dining room.

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