Page 137 of High Roller

She lays back and groans when I put my mouth on her again. Her slick arousal is smooth against my lips, and the taste of her on my tongue is pure ecstasy. Grace’s hands are in my hair when I sense Victor’s presence at the bedroom door.

“I said warm her up not set her on fire,” he teases as moves closer. The rustle of his suit jacket coming off ignites my own flames, and I want to turn around, but Grace is holding me firmly between her thighs.

“Please, can I come?” Grace begs.

“Not a chance, butterfly. Tonight, you’re going to earn your pleasure. Let go of Lili and undress her like a good little sub.”

Her hands instantly retreat from my hair, and I sit up, wiping my face with the back of my hand.

Grace sits and reaches for the hem of my blouse, lifting it over my head.

She takes the time to fold each item as she takes them off of me.

“Why does Lili get to wear panties?” she complains as she slides them down my hips.

I don’t know my role tonight, so I don’t say anything, and wait for Victor to respond.

“Are you complaining about my decisions, Grace?”

“No, Sir,” she whispers as she kneels at my feet to pull my panties free.

“Stay on your knees and hand Lili her panties.”

Grace offers me the purple lace and silk garment and waits quietly.

“She seems very interested in your panties, Liliana. I think you should let her use them as a gag.”

Gags are a hard limit for me, but I have no problem balling up the underwear and pressing them to Grace’s lips.

“Open, little slut,” I say, dragging a fingernail down her cheek.

She opens obediently, and I cram the lacy garment as far into her mouth as I can. Only a small bit of the purple fabric pokes out from between her spread lips.

“I can think of another place I’d like to stuff these,” I say, tugging gently on the lace.

Her face flames and she blinks up at me.

Victor steps between us cups Grace’s face. “Now you can keep your complaints to yourself, isn’t that right, butterfly?”

She nods pitifully and ducks her head.

“What shall we do with our gagged little toy tonight, Liliana? We can’t fuck her face. Perhaps we should take turns in her ass.”

My body hums as I imagine putting a strap-on around my waist to fuck Grace’s tight ass. “Or perhaps you can fuck her cunt, and I can fuck her ass,” I suggest.

Grace squirms at our feet, and Victor chuckles. “I think our little fuck toy likes the idea of having all her holes stuffed. Get yourself ready and I’ll get her in position.”

“Do you have a strap-on?”

Victor shakes his head. “No. But I have a dildo and some rope. A rope expert taught us how to fashion a hip harness into a strap-on harness if you’ll allow me to put rope on you.”

I grin. “I’ve always wanted to try having rope on my body, but I don’t like the idea of being restrained. This sounds like an ideal solution.”

Victor puts a hand on my hip and pulls me close for a kiss. It melts away any lingering doubt I’ve had about whether he actually wants me here. “I’ll get what we need.”

He turns to Grace and fists a hand in her hair. “You get to watch me, butterfly. What do you think of that?”

Her eyes light up and I am overwhelmed with lust and joy as I stare at the two of them. This is where I belong right now. But it’s hard to ignore the voice in the back of my head telling me it can’t last.

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