Sasha laughed in confusion. “Yeah, but how do you expect to connect to the video call and, more importantly, get free once you’ve had your boom-boom?”
Cassie smiled innocently at Sasha. “About those favors.”
Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe you talked me into this!” Sasha squealed as she pulled a velvet-tipped nipple clamp out of the box.
“Just drink your wine and shut your trap.” Cassie giggled as she enjoyed a little bit of liquid courage herself. “We only have about fifteen minutes ’til showtime.”
Cassie wrapped the handcuffs around the iron-scrolled headboard and tied the scarves a decent width apart to satisfy both her comfort needs and Ian’s viewing pleasure. She’d already changed into the new lingerie and donned a robe to wear while she set up everything.
“You expect me to hang around until you’re finished having internet sex with your hottie, so I can help you break free of the bonds of love.” She chuckled. “I so don’t want to hear you get it on.”
“Just go into the living room and play Farmville. You’ll be so wrapped up in that you’ll forget what you’re doing here.”
“Yeah, right. I’ll just plant my fake crops while Ian sows his imaginary seed.”
“Nothing imaginary about that,” Cassie mumbled with a twinkle in her eye. Then she shook her head. “I’ll tell Ian to text you when we’re finished. But if you don’t get anything from him after about two hours, you have my permission to come check on me.”
“Just so you know, payback is a biiootch.” Sasha tossed back the last of her wine as she stood and handed over the nipple clamps.
The lingerie had cutouts at the breasts with a garter belt and stockings. She’d put everything on, sans panties, and had pulled out a pair of matching stilettos. Guys liked it when women wore these dreadfully uncomfortable things, but Cassie had to admit they did look awesome and comfort wouldn’t be an issue lying down. She dropped the clamps and picked up her cell phone, sending Ian a text with the link he needed to control her dildo. The message was cryptic enough not to give anything away until she was ready for him to understand.
After that was completed, she latched on the nipple clamps, hissing as pain bloomed. With Sasha turned around, Cassie took off the robe, sat in the middle of her bed and tied her feet to the scarves at the footboard. She maneuvered the dildo in place, securing it and turning it on. Then she leaned back and tied the leash that was affixed to the nipple clamps onto her wrists. If she moved them, it’d tug at the clamps, heightening her arousal. She was very careful not to do anything now to excite herself, because Sasha was still in the room, covertly diverting her gaze, and she didn’t want there to be any more awkwardness than what was absolutely necessary. But it was difficult not to get turned-on with the clamps on her sensitive buds and the dildo lodged firmly inside her.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Sasha glanced at her and barked a laugh before quickly stifling it. “Sorry, sorry.” She walked over and cuffed Cassie to the headboard. Then walked back over to the laptop, making sure it was positioned for the best access. She draped a shirt over it, covering the attached webcam, so Ian wouldn’t be able to see until Cassie was ready for him to. Working around the cloth, Sasha logged on to Cassie’s Skype account. “He’s already logged on. Damn, he’s fast,” Sasha said suddenly. “He just sent you a video call. Impatient bastard.” She chuckled.
“Accept the call and get behind the computer. Don’t pull away the cover until I tell you to.”
Sasha nodded. There was no turning back now.
Ian went to the link Cassie had sent him, but he wasn’t sure what it was for. It looked to be controls to something electronic. There wasn’t any explanation as to what it was, probably just something around her house, so he wasn’t sure what she needed help with. He’d hoped that tonight’s “date” would be like the others, but if she needed help with some electronics, then he was happy she’d turned to him. He smiled at that thought. This was a good sign, right? That she’d turned to him like a boyfriend for a helping hand.
He left that window open as he waited for Cassie to connect to Skype. Once she did, he sent her a video call but frowned when she accepted. “Baby, there’s something blocking your webcam.”
He leaned closer to his screen, trying to make out what was blocking her camera, but he couldn’t identify the offending object.
“Oh, I’ll get it. Looks like my shirt I changed out of earlier,” she said nonchalantly. “Did you get that link I sent you?”
“Got it up now.” He popped open a beer as he sat back in his chair, waiting for her to remove the obstruction.
As he took a drink, the material slinked away, revealing the image before him.
The air locked in his lungs and blood rushed to his groin, creating the fastest, hardest erection of his life. He stared dumbly, frozen for what seemed like hours but what was merely seconds. He then slammed his beer down, leaning closer and staring at the goddess before him, stunned. Completely and utterly stunned.
She watched him, a smile playing at the corners of her succulent lips. “Surprise,” she murmured. She could’ve cast a spell with that one word because all he heard was his own personal siren.
“Fuck me,” he whispered incredulously.
“That’s the plan.”
At that, he groaned. Beer forgotten, he yanked his shirt off his overheated body and immediately unzipped his pants. If he didn’t get them off soon, his cock would cause the seams to burst. He stood, stripping out of them, and sighed at the instant relief he felt at his newfound freedom. Now that his skin could breathe, he forced himself to absorb
