Page 121 of High Roller

“Remember the rules,” Victor murmurs in my ear as we cross the threshold into the main dungeon area.

“Yes, Sir,” I say as we make our way to an empty table near the bar.

It would be impossible to forget the rules since he’s reminded me a dozen times since he decided to bring me with him and Grace to the club tonight.

No talking to anyone other than Grace or Victor without permission. Stay submissive and respectful in front of others. No leaving Victor’s sight unless someone of his choosing is watching me.

They still suspect I’m going to try and escape, and I don’t blame them. But I don’t want to, and even if I did, it would be next to impossible, and I don’t have anywhere else to go. The fact that the city isn’t plastered with my face and a missing person’s report is concerning. It’s not that I wanted my husband to miss me or desperately want me back out of love. But I thought I was worth more to him than his actions so far are showing. That makes it hard to want to leave the cocoon I’ve made for myself with Victor and Grace.

The three of us have had some fun when we’re all together. I talked them into a card game two nights ago, and last night we watched a movie together. Sex has only happened once, but it was incredible. It’s a strange arrangement, but we’ve grown to respect each other. I’m still fully aware that I’ve been kidnapped, but I don’t know what I want to do about that when I’m free. Will I report Victor to the police? I can’t imagine turning Grace in like that, but she would get caught up in the investigation for her role in it all.

Then again, Victor is protective enough of her I can’t imagine him mentioning her name during any questioning the police might put him through. The idea of turning Victor in makes my stomach churn just as much, and I banish the thought from my mind entirely.

“Lili, answer him,” Grace hisses in my ear.

I blink as I realize Victor is glaring at me. “My apologies, Sir. I was lost in thought and didn’t hear you.”

“What would you like to drink?”

“Just water, please. I don’t want to be impaired.”

Victor nods and points to the chair nearest me. “Sit.”

“Grace, get our drinks, please,” He orders as he pulls out the other chair at the table and sits across from me.

“No leash tonight?” I quip as Grace walks away.

He narrows his eyes. “It can be arranged if you don’t behave.”

His eyes follow Grace to the bar, and I do the same. “You have a lovely girl there, Victor. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“Sir,” he corrects in a stern tone.

I blow out a breath. “Sir. I hate this.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What part?”

“Calling you Sir. Acting like your submissive. I can be submissive, but that’s not the energy I want to always play with around you.”

“I’m not a switch, Lili.”

My gaze goes to Grace who is talking to the bartender. “No, you’re not. But Grace is bisexual. We could top her together. You would have final say and could still top me, but I could play with my dominant side that way.”

Victor scowls. “Enough. We have to be careful, or Grace will get attached.”

“That’s fair. But what about what Grace wants?”

“Has she said something to you?”

“Not in so many words. But she read me another story that she wrote, and it implied a desire for exploring her full sexuality. Not to mention the fun the three of us have had together.”

Victor hums. “It’s possible that you’re onto something. And Grace and I have talked about it. But it’s my decision.” At least he’s not shutting me down. It took guts to suggest that to him, and he’s right that I don’t know how Grace would feel about it, but something tells me she would be receptive.

When she returns, Victor takes the drinks, and Grace sinks to her knees on the floor next to his chair. It’s only then that I realize we selected a table with only two chairs. It seems that it was on purpose.

Victor runs a hand through Grace’s hair as she sips her drink.

A submissive carrying a tray of appetizers weaves through the table. Victor takes several and puts them all in front of him. I open my mouth to make a snarky comment about him being selfish, but he glares at me before the first word comes out, and I remember I’m supposed to keep the sass to a minimum.

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