Page 140 of High Roller

In the bathroom I fill a paper cup with water and drink it as I stare at my wild hair and sweat soaked body in the mirror. I look a sight, and it makes me laugh.

Back in the bedroom, Victor has arranged the mirror and the Sybian so that I’ll be able to see myself and the two of them. A small butt plug is on the bed.

He bends me over the mattress while Lili lays in front of me brushing hair back from my face.

“If you need anything to stop you can lower your hands and remove your gag to safeword. It doesn’t matter what the reason is. If you’re not comfortable seeing us together, something hurts, or you’re ready to be done. Any reason. Is that clear, Grace?”

“Yes, Goddess,” I whisper.

She smiles and holds the panties up. “Open up.”

I obediently open my mouth, and she places the panties back in my mouth. Then Victor slides the small plug into my backside and helps me stand.

He leads me to the Sybian and helps me straddle the top of it, so I’m hovering over the dildo. This one isn’t as large as the one Lili was using, but it’s still impressive.

When I’m on top of it, he flips it on, and I moan.

“You don’t have to move, butterfly, but if you get eager, you can.”

Then he whispers in my ear. “No orgasms until I’ve filled Lili’s pussy with my cum. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say around the panties.

He kisses my forehead and returns to the bed. I glance at myself in the mirror and my face heats. Naked, scratch marks on my body, drool sliding down my chin, and a dildo fucking me. It’s a ridiculous sight, but also extremely arousing.

Not nearly as arousing as the sight of Victor crawling onto the bed and straddling Lili. They are laying across the short length of the bed so they can both see me at the foot, or they can turn their heads and look in the mirror on the other side of them.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to hold my orgasm back, but I focus on what Victor is doing to Lili and try to ignore the dildo thrusting inside my cunt. It’s angled just right that my clit and g-spot are getting more stimulation than I was expecting.

Victor captures one of Lili’s nipples between his teeth and bites until she squeals. Then he drags his nails from beneath her breasts to the tops of her thighs, leaving angry red trails behind them.

“What do you think, butterfly? Should I mark her as ours?”

I nod eagerly and watch with fascination as he scratches a V on one thigh, and a G on the other. The mirror is in just the right position so that I’m able to make out what he’s doing.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.

He goes over the scratch marks a few more times to make them more visible and then settles between her thighs.

“I would love to torture you for hours, Spitfire, but our little slut can’t keep herself from coming for that long, so to have mercy on her I’m going to make this quick. You can come for me.”

He turns a stern gaze to me. “You may not come. Not until we’re both satisfied.”

His command sends a jolt through me, and I squeeze my eyes shut to prevent myself from disobeying.

When his cock thrusts into her, I moan. The two of them together are breathtakingly beautiful.

He growls as he grabs both of her breasts and digs his fingernails in hard. I wince at the thought of the pain she must be enduring. But she seems to be fueled by it, gripping his muscled back, digging her own nails into his flesh.

One hand disappears between them, and I can tell she’s rubbing her clit. I have to fight the urge to reach for my own. It’s throbbing, and one perfect swipe across the sensitive bundle of nerves is all it would take to send me over the edge.

“That’s it, Liliana, come all over my cock. Show Grace how good it feels to have me inside you. I want her miserable with the urge to come as you explode for me.”

It sounds so cruel, but it stokes the flames of need burning in my core and I cry out.

“That better not be an orgasm, Gracelynn,” Victor growls.

I shake my head and try to say, “It’s not,” around the panties.

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