Page 158 of High Roller

“I am. And starving. What smells so good.”

“Something delicious since Tyson made it, but I didn’t ask questions,” Victor offers, setting Grace on the edge of the bed.

“Are those marks of punishment or pleasure?” I ask, scooting closer to Grace.

“Both,” she says with a small smile. “It started as punishment but went beyond that to both of us finding a bit of normal. And now we’re going to continue that normal by having dinner with you.”

“And sex, I hope,” I say jokingly.

Victor narrows his eyes. “You’ve been through a lot, Spitfire. Rest is more important than sex.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one being told to go without when there’s a gorgeous naked girl in your bed.”

He gives Grace a wink as he opens bags of food. “Fair enough. But we’re still waiting and there will be no arguments, or you can come to my office for a dose of what Grace just got.”

“Dinner and rest sound lovely,” I say quickly, taking the plate Victor offers me. Power dynamics are confusing between us, and I’m not entirely comfortable with submission yet. Calling him Sir at the club is one thing. Letting him punish me here is another. And then there’s Grace and the way she calls me Goddess. It’s intoxicating.

“May I have a shirt or something?” Grace asks.

Victor shakes his head. “No. You’ll kneel on the floor and let me feed you.”

She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout but quickly agrees when Victor’s expression turns stern.

When he has plated up a double portion, he sits next to me on the bed while Grace slides onto the floor gracefully.

He feeds Grace a bite before he takes his own bites, and she seems to be in heaven letting him care for her. That’s growth for Grace. She prefers to do the caring and even when I first met her a couple of weeks ago, she was hesitant to let other people care for her.

“It’s nice to see you letting someone take care of you for a change, Grace,” I say, reaching forward to tousle her hair.

She beams up at me as she savors a bite of salmon. “Victor is showing me how nice it can be. I enjoy taking care of others. Especially those I care about, but it’s good to let those same people take care of me sometimes.”

Victor pops a roasted potato in her mouth and she moans. “God, this is good.”

“Keep making noises like that, butterfly, and poor Lili is going to suffer.”

She frowns. “Why would Lili suffer?”

He grins at me. “Because I’ll make her watch while I fuck you. It will be torture knowing she has to rest and can’t have a taste of your sweet cunt.”

I put on my best somber face despite the laughter bubbling inside. “Grace, please, for the love of God. Don’t make another noise like that. I don’t think I could handle the torture.”

We all share a laugh and I realize my anxiety has calmed a lot. It’s nice to laugh and pretend things are normal for a few minutes.

When we finish eating, Grace wants to clean up, and Victor lets her, but insists she stay naked so we can enjoy the marks on her ass.

I stand when she carries the plates and food trash out of the room, intent on heading to my room.

“Stay,” Victor says, tugging me back toward the bed. “Grace seems to enjoy being the middle spoon.”

“If you’re sure?”

“Positive. I might have to slip out early in the morning anyway. It would be better if Grace doesn’t have to wake up alone. Not to mention, I enjoy having you in my bed.”

“Do you?”

He nods, cupping my jaw in his rough palm. I lean into it and sigh.

“Grace likes it too,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

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