Page 101 of High Roller

“My clothes will be fine for now. Thank you.”

She’s back to being overly formal. A sign she’s nervous, so I kiss her and head toward my bathroom. I stop at the threshold and look at her.

“I’m taking a shower. When I get out, I expect a suit laid out on the bed for me. You can get dressed this time, but in the future, when you dress or undress me, you will be naked.”

The little pink circles on her cheeks grow as I slide off the bed and walk into the bathroom to shower. I give her enough time to agonize over the right choice of clothing for me because she’ll want to please me, and it will make the decision hard.

When I step out with a towel around my waist, I am pleasantly surprised to find her naked and kneeling next to the bed. Black slacks, a charcoal shirt, and a black jacket are on the bed along with a purple tie, socks, underwear, and cufflinks.

When I reach down to ruffle her hair, she smiles up at me. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“For?”

“For knowing what I needed in the moment to not be nervous.”

“Grace likes being useful,” I murmur, cupping her cheek. “I’ve known that about you since high school. I just don’t like taking advantage of it.”

She shakes her head. “You never have and you’re not now. Can I help you get dressed?”

I shake my head. “No. I want you to kneel and watch me instead, but you need a little something first.”

Her brows come together in curiosity as I rummage in my dresser for the right item.

When I find it, a vibrator still in the box, I drop to one knee next to her and open it.

“This has never been used on anyone, and it should have enough battery for this task. Slide it in your wet little pussy and watch me get dressed. No coming or you’ll get another punishment. I don’t even want you to ask for an orgasm. Just accept that you are currently being denied.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers with a shaky breath. Her fingers shake as she pulls the toy from the box and lifts herself up off her heels enough to slide the toy in place and switch it on.

I make her put it on a medium speed before I stand, discard the towel, and begin pulling on the clothing she laid out for me.

I drag out the dressing process as long as I can without pushing her too close to the edge.

When my tie is straight and my cufflinks are fastened, I drop to a knee and pull the toy out of her pussy and switch it off before placing it against her lips. “Clean up the mess you made and then get yourself dressed. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”

She eagerly sucks herself off the toy and when I’m satisfied, I pull it away, kiss her quickly and stand. Before leaving the room, I deposit the toy in the bathroom sink to clean properly later.

As I walk down the hall, I curse myself for not giving into the urge to fuck her. But I’m not going there with her. Not until I know things will work between us and she isn’t going to run screaming from the room once she finds out just how much of a sadist I really am.

Chapter 30

Grace

Myclitisstillthrobbing from the toy and Victor eating me out. I’m glad he gave me one orgasm before he requested control of my pleasure, or I would be a miserable wreck.

Still, he knew exactly what I needed in the moment and gave me something else besides my arousal to focus on. Picking out a suit for him was calming and watching him get dressed put my attention right back on my need. But it was different. He made it seem as if being needy and going without an orgasm was a service to him. Was filling a need. And he’s right, I like being needed, useful, or any other word you might use to describe my service kink.

I’ve always known Victor was a sadist, but I’ve never thought of myself as a masochist. The term emotional sadism was intriguing to me. It’s not something I’d thought about until Lili mentioned it last night. I want to research and see if that’s something I might be into. It sounds like something that should frighten me, but it doesn’t. Instead, it’s got me still kneeling naked on Victor’s bedroom floor, trying not to give in to the urge to rub my clit and get myself off.

I don’t want to disappoint him, though, so I force myself up and go to the bathroom to freshen up.

The toy is in the sink, and temptation is strong. But I wash it and put it back in the box before I use his mouthwash to freshen my breath, wash my face with a rag, and then dress in yesterday’s clothes.

Downstairs, Victor leans against the kitchen counter on his phone. Seeing him in the suit I picked out for him turns my arousal up to eleven and I have to take a deep breath before stepping into his line of sight. I look around for Lili, but I don’t see her.

As he’s talking, he crooks his finger at me, and I go to him.

“I told her I’m switching shifts for today. I’ll be in this afternoon, and we’ll skip the party tonight.” he says as his hand skims up my thigh and underneath my dress.

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