Page 24 of High Roller

I open the bathroom drawer to retrieve the toiletry kit I remembered from my digging around the room earlier.

After pulling all the pins out, I use the brush to smooth out all the tangles before winding it back into its usual bun. With nothing else to do, I go back to the bedroom and sit on the sofa to finish my sandwich, enjoying the music still softly playing on the speakers.

It’s hard to tell how much time passes, but I have a long nap, do some yoga, touch up my hair once again, and make a second sandwich before there’s another knock at my door.

“Come in,” I call, as if I’m a guest rather than a prisoner here.

Gracie pokes her head in. She’s changed from the casual clothing she’s worn on her previous two visits, to a slinky black dress with a heart-shaped neckline that reveals her cleavage. Her makeup is subtle but perfect for her complexion, and she looks even more gorgeous than she did earlier.

“Master Victor asked me to bring you these.”

She holds up a dress and heels. But there is a distinct lack of undergarments in her offerings.

I take them and hold the dress up, it’s black and similar to the one she’s wearing, with a different neckline and black lace at the hem.

“What about panties?”

Gracie blushes. “He doesn’t let the subs wearing his pin have them usually.”

I laugh. “Does he expect me to act as his sub tonight?”

Gracie backs away holding up her hands in surrender. “I’m staying out of that one. He asked me to bring these to you and said to tell you that you’re to get dressed and wait for him. The rest is between the two of you.”

I nod, feeling empathy for the position she’s in.

“OK. Thank you. I hope to see you out there.”

Gracie doesn’t say anything, just pulls open the door and steps out.

When I’m alone again, I strip out of my silk pajamas and put on the dress and heels. They are a perfect fit, and the dress doesn’t really require a bra, so I’m not missing that. The lack of panties, though, is definitely not my thing.

Ten minutes later, the door opens again, this time with no knock. Victor steps in and I swallow hard. He’s changed into a dark gray suit and has a deep purple shirt underneath with the top two buttons undone.

We stare at each other for a solid ten seconds before he approaches me. It’s then that I notice he’s carrying several items.

When he’s standing in front of me, he holds the first one up. A delicate black collar with a silver ring at the throat, and a leash attached to it. I didn’t think he would take me seriously about that. But I turn without a word and let him put it on.

“You don’t leave my side. And if I have to handle something that you can’t follow me for, Gracie knows to take over holding your leash for me.”

That poor girl is going to hate me by the time this ordeal is over.

Next, he pins a small broach to my dress. It’s a black diamond in the shape of a club, like on a playing card. He’s wearing a similar one on the lapel of his suit. Now I know what Gracie meant by subs who wear his pin. I wonder how many there are.

Finally, he holds up a masquerade mask with purple and black embellishments.

“I don’t know how likely it is that someone will recognize you, but just in case, wear this.”

It’s oddly thoughtful of him. Then again, he probably doesn’t want word to get back to my husband that I’m here.

I’m not sure how that would happen, but Phineas has a lot of connections, so I wouldn’t be surprised. Something tells me a lot of powerful people are members here, and some of them are bound to have done business with him.

When I’ve tied the mask in place, he tugs on my leash. “Let’s go.”

As we get to the door, he stops and looks at me. “If someone asks you what your name is, you tell them it’s Victoria.”

I look at him with a ‘you can’t be serious’ expression on my face, but it’s clear that he is, so I simply nod.

He narrows his eyes. “And you call me Sir or Master Victor. And if you are introduced to any of the other owners, you will address them as Sir as well.”

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