Page 28 of Risky Bet

He closed his eyes and toyed with a chip on his plate. “Stressful. I’m experiencing some internal turmoil over a costly mistake that was made, and I’m still trying to clean up the aftermath.”

She didn’t know what any of that meant, but it sounded painful.

“What about you. You’ve been stressed since you got to Vegas and twice now, I’ve heard you mention your family’s finances. Do you need your money early? I can make it happen.”

She shook her head, then paused. “I want to say yes, but I’m also feeling petty. Some of my family’s issues are due to their own mistakes and stupidity. My mom has never been great at managing money, and she’s always being scammed. It’s at least the third time she’s had to be bailed out.”

Memphis frowned. “How did she get scammed this time?”

She took another bite of her sandwich. “Can we please not talk about it?”

“Fine.” He twisted the cap off a bottle of water and raised it to his lips. She watched as he drained half of it before returning to his food.

“What do you want to talk about?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Sorry I’m boring. I just don’t want to burden you with my family drama.”

“It’s OK, Ace. I need to get back into my office for a few hours, anyway. Meet me in the playroom at seven.”

He stood and carried his empty plate to the sink and walked upstairs without another word. She kept her phone close in case he decided to send her anymore dirty texts.

Twice through the day, he found her on a break and kissed her. Once, he spent a few minutes with his fingers between her legs, driving her to the brink of an orgasm then stopping. Each time he turned to leave, he reminded her to meet him upstairs at seven.

While she was in the middle of a game of online poker, her phone buzzed with another text ordering her to masturbate. This time he wanted her to use a vibrator from the playroom and go for ten minutes. There was still no orgasming allowed though. Her entire body was buzzing by the time she finished her task.

This time, she’d taken a ten second video clip and sent it to him. She’d taken nudes and sent them to lovers before, but video was something even more intense. It was difficult not to come with the camera pointed at her soaked pussy.

At seven, she made her way to the playroom and found it empty. Down the hall, she heard voices and stood near the door to listen.

“I just want you to get me out of this mess, Jeremy. I’m not going to prison for something I didn’t do.”

Rylee sucked in a breath. Prison? Why would he go to prison? She didn’t have too much time to think about it though because Jeremy—whoever that was—made his way downstairs and she soon heard Memphis coming her way.

When he stepped into the room, she’d moved to the center. Her gaze met his as she slid the silk robe off her shoulders.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “At least you remember some rules. Let’s talk about the one you keep forgetting.”

She frowned. What was that supposed to mean?

He pulled a mini notebook from his shirt-pocket and handed it to her. She opened it and saw six tally marks.

“What does this mean?” she asked.

I told you I would keep track of every time you forgot how to address me, Ace. Now we’re going to address each infraction.

She swallowed. “Six times? Really, Sir? I’m sorry.”

He crossed the short distance between them and laid a hand against her cheek. “I’m glad you’re apologetic, but you’re still getting punished.”

His hand trailed from her cheek between her breasts and down her abdomen until it came to rest between her thighs.

“At least you’re still wet for me like a good little sub. Go lie on the massage table on your stomach please.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, unwilling to risk him adding another tally mark to her count.

When she was in place, he stood next to her and caressed her back.

“Your delightfully soaked cunt tells me you probably want an orgasm pretty bad, but you’re going to have to get through twelve minutes of punishment first. Ready to hear how it’s going to work?”

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