Page 105 of High Roller

I pat Victor’s shoulder. “He has to work soon, but I would love it if you cooked for me.”

“I’ve got time, Mariposa. I’ll stay for lunch. We’ll rest until she’s done.”

Lili shoos us upstairs, and heads into the kitchen. Victor puts my new clothing in a drawer in his dresser, then comes to my perch on the bed and pulls my clothes off of me.

“In bed, butterfly. You need to rest.”

“It’s just a cut, Victor. I’m fine.”

“You heard the doctor. Rest your hand as much as possible. Do I need to chain your left hand to this bed so you’ll comply?”

I shake my head. “No, Sir. Will you lay with me?”

He kisses my cheek. “Gladly. Now under the covers. There is one more call I need to make, and then I’ll join you.”

I crawl under the blankets, and the exhaustion of the day immediately hits me. I am halfway to sleep by the time Victor slides in behind me and pulls me against his chest. He’s still in his dress clothes but has removed his jacket and tie. I make a mental note to have him change his shirt before work so it’s not wrinkled, but that’s the last thing I remember before I drift off for a nap.

Fingers probing between my thighs wake me, and I scoot back against Victor to find his erection pressing against his slacks and into my back.

“Welcome back, sleepyhead. You have just a couple of minutes to come for me or you don’t get to until I get off work late tonight. Which means not until tomorrow, because I won’t get home until it’s well past your bedtime.”

His fingers are against my clit, and I can tell it won’t take long to get me there, but the pressure of being under a time limit makes me freeze up and I don’t make it there before Victor pulls his hands away. I’m frustrated and horny, but he pushes me out of bed anyway.

“We can talk about your feelings on that before I leave, but right now Lili is waiting to feed us downstairs.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, trying to keep my tone neutral despite being annoyed.

He stops at his bedroom door and pulls me in for a kiss. “You’re cute when you’re trying not to pout,” he declares.

“Well, I certainly don’t want a spanking right now,” I mutter as we walk downstairs.

“Then keep being a good girl. You’re doing well, Grace.”

His praise soothes my grumpy mood over not getting an orgasm, and the smell of lunch makes my stomach growl. I never got to eat my apples and peanut butter this morning.

The food is delicious, and I’m jealous of her ability to cook. It’s never been my strong suit. Victor also seems to be an amazing cook. At least I know I won’t starve here.

When lunch is done, Lili and Victor clean up, both of them scolding me when I try to help.

So I sit on the barstool and watch helplessly. Victor recognizes how much I hate it and says as much. “You’re doing good, butterfly. I know you hate sitting still like this when you want to help. That just might earn you a reward before I go to work.”

A part of me hopes he’ll cave on the whole no orgasms until tomorrow thing, but it seems unlikely since Victor is a stickler for keeping his word.

When Victor drapes a dishrag over the sink, he jerks his head towards the stairs. “Follow me, butterfly.”

In his room, he pulls my skirt up around my waist and sits me on the edge of the bed.

“You’ve earned a do-over.” He walks to his dresser and pulls the vibrator out again and hands it to me. “Can you make yourself come in three minutes?”

I’m so turned on, it seems unlikely that I’ll miss the mark this time. But Victor is just watching me, and it makes me a little nervous.

He sees my hesitation and chuckles. “You have to get used to me watching you make yourself come, butterfly. For at least the next few weeks, the only way you get off is if I’m watching.”

He leans against his dresser, crossing one foot over the other and folding his arms across his broad chest.

“Time starts as soon as the toy touches your clit.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I lay back and try to relax. The toy hits my clit, and I forget all about Victor’s piercing stare. I’m soon moaning and whimpering as I come close to the edge. Just before I fall, I think better of it. “Can I come, please Sir?”

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